"Ancient Beast God, please hear the prayers of your most loyal subjects..."
High Priest Nash of Fox chanted an ancient, melancholic, and majestic mystical ballad.
A strange power emanated from the song, and the stone wall before them suddenly shimmered with peculiar fluctuations. Images and patterns appeared on the Rock's texture, forming a door-like pattern. The beastmen first knelt at the entrance, then rose and walked towards the door-like pattern, seemingly passing through the wall, and entered the stone wall itself.
This must be the power of the Orc Clan War Song.
It is a type of Totem Power, almost like the chanting of a magic incantation, but it is a third type of power independent of Dou Qi and magic.
Sun Fei and the envoys from Chambord City followed closely behind, entering the stone wall as if they were walking through it.
Inside is a vast, open space within the mountainside that can accommodate at least ten thousand people.
The four walls are decorated with totem patterns that faintly glow, preventing the space from being dark. In the very center of the space, atop a bright red altar, stands a massive, ancient stone gate, over twenty meters high.
"This is the beginning of the Behemoth Beastmen Ancient Blood Road." High Priest Fox and the other powerful orcs all wore solemn and holy expressions.
The former said earnestly, "Your Majesty, do you know why this ancient road is called the Ancient Blood Road? It's because there are over a hundred such crimson altar gates along this Teleport route. Each altar gate was forged by a True God Realm Orc Clan sage with their own flesh, blood, life, and soul. In that terrible era, the Behemoth Beastmen sacrificed a total of one hundred and eight True God Realm priests and Dou Qi experts to pave this safe ancient road to the [ Land of Exile ] for their thousands of people. This road was truly paved drop by drop with blood!"
At this point, every orc warrior was already moved to tears.
A thousand years have passed. From birth to the present, the orcs have heard the same story from their elders countless times. But before the crimson Teleport altar stone gate that still stands after a thousand years, every Behemoth Beastmen will shed tears and weep, paying tribute with their souls to the heroes who paid the price for the continuation of their race.
Without these selfless heroes, the Behemoth Beastmen race might have long since vanished into the vast river of history.
Sun Fei and the others couldn't help but gasp.
One hundred and eight True God- level powerhouses?
Were the Behemoth Orc Clan ever this powerful?
Although I knew the Endless Forest Sea was terrifying, I never imagined that the Behemoth Orc Clan would have to sacrifice 108 True God- level powerhouses to carve out a Ancient Blood Road... One can imagine what kind of tragic and magnificent events happened a thousand years ago; it must have been an epic and moving scene.
Sun Fei thought of something deeper.
What kind of terrifying enemy could it be that even the Behemoth Beastmen, who possess at least 108 True God, had to flee in disarray, lacking even the courage to fight to the death?
What terrible event occurred on the Azeroth Continent a thousand years ago that caused the gods and demons to fall into slumber, for powerful alien races to flee, and for only Human Clan to survive and become the new rulers of the continent?
Sun Fei knew far too little about this.
Only the [ Doomsday Blood Diary ], found in the Last Ancestral Land of the Dwarf Clan in the back mountains, vaguely revealed a little information, but it didn't explain clearly what that terrible demon was.
In recent days, Sun Fei had also inquired with Fox High Priest Nash, but unfortunately Nash was unable to provide a clear answer.
Standing before this altar stone gate, infused with the essence, flesh, divine power, and soul of a True God- level being, even the people of Chambord City felt a sense of awe, a magnificent aura filled with the dust of history and epic tragedies.
Fox High Priest Nash once again sang a poignant and tragic War Song.
The bright singing voice, like the booming war drums, with its strange melody, reverberated through the void.
Soon, streaks of crimson flames appeared on the entire crimson altar, injecting themselves into the stone gate that was over twenty meters high.
"May the supreme divine beast temper your people! I, Bill Giant Bear Jabbar, am willing to open the gate to my dwelling place with my own body, through three lifetimes and seven reincarnations, escaping the cycle of reincarnation, to protect the Behemoth Beastmen with my blood! My people, you must... survive with strength!"
An ancient roar and call resounded in everyone's ears.
A deep red ball of light erupted from the giant gate, and the phantom of an Grizzly True God expert appeared and disappeared.
His eyes were filled with sorrow and pity. With a tearing motion, he ripped open a blood-red passage in the giant gate, which exuded an ancient and vicissitudes.
The phantom quickly disappeared, and the Teleport channel stabilized.
Bear Werebear, the mighty O'Neal, was already in tears.
This first blood-red altar was built at the cost of a True God ancestor of the Bear Clan.
"Pass through quickly, don't waste the altar's energy."
High Priest Nash of Fox reminded everyone, then took the lead and entered the crimson passage.
Sun Fei and the others filed in.
The blood-red altar fell silent once more in the next instant.
The totemic flames surrounding the mountain's interior vanished instantly, and boundless darkness once again claimed the space, leaving only a soul that had sacrificed itself a thousand years ago, waiting in solitude for the next opportunity to offer its strength.
When light returned to his eyes, Sun Fei opened them.
A biting cold wind blew in my face; this was a white valley covered in ice and snow.
The valley is extremely secluded, surrounded by clusters of towering white ice peaks, leaving only a small patch of sky. The only way out of the valley is a narrow, winding path, which is blocked by the Orc Clan with the power of ice pillar totems. Ordinary people simply cannot find the way in or out.
The snow on the ground was extremely thick, and large snowflakes, like goose feathers, were falling. The cold wind was sharp, scraping against our faces like Daozi.
Fortunately, everyone present was Extreme Dao expert, and the cold weather posed no threat to their safety.
As Sun Fei had expected, a blood-red altar and a giant Rock gate were also hidden in this secluded ice valley.
It seems this is the second stop on the [ Behemoth Beastmen Golden Ancient Road ].
This also means that a thousand years ago, the second True God- level powerhouse of the Orc Clan perished here, using his own life and soul to tear open a Teleport channel to the next station for his people.
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