Zong Ze led Zong Shen into the camp.
The camp's residents and soldiers bowed in salute upon seeing Zong Ze.
At the same time, they swept reverent gazes over Zong Shen, who stood beside him.
Though they did not know Zong Shen, they could tell that he was walking shoulder to shoulder with their Lord.
And anyone who could make their Lord act so intimately toward him was certainly no ordinary person.
Zong Ze personally led Zong Shen toward the entrance to the instance canyon.
The magical barrier shrouding the canyon was a murky dark yellow, its surface slowly rippling like water.
From time to time, distorted phantoms of orcs and the outlines of indescribable multi-legged monsters flickered across it.
Faintly, distant and desolate battle cries and spine-chilling screeches echoed from within.
Before this enormous barrier stood a moss-covered stone stele carved with a beast's head.
Ancient orcish inscriptions covered the stele, radiating the weight of time.
"This is the place."
Zong Ze stopped and pointed at the stele and barrier ahead.
"After I triggered the instance here, a phantom of an orc Prophet calling himself Luosema Flying Skull appeared."
"It said that if the ancestors' suppression failed, the monsters sealed within the Nightmare Tide would be released."
Zong Shen approached the stele and reached out to touch its cold inscriptions.
Chaotic divine power flowed faintly, and the inscriptions lit up with a weak red glow, as though responding to his touch.
Along with that red glow, an intent mixed with sacrifice, frenzy, and profound fear surged into his senses.
He saw an ancient orc Horde, led by a powerful chieftain, holding a grand ritual here to summon the power of their ancestors.
He also saw terrifying creatures from the nightmare dimension tearing through space during the ritual.
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