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Volume 1 Rose Prison Chapter 1121 The Heart of the Orc Race

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    As soon as the sky barrier was extinguished, they instantly realized that there was a problem with the magic tower and rushed here, but they only saw corpses on the ground and the extinguished magic furnace. Other than that, there was nothing.

    "Damn it! Who is it? Who poisoned and killed people in our holy city, and who stole our divine crystal?!" Grand Priest Li Ge roared through gritted teeth, clenching his palms tightly, with long nails  embedded in the flesh.

    "Dare to steal our divine crystal, you are really asking for death!" Barbarian Saint stared at the empty plate and sneered, "That divine crystal is the demigod strongman of our clan in ancient times - Silver  Emperor Yintian, who spent his own divine power to condense it, has the aura of Yintian. I will personally go to the Holy Mountain, open the heart of the race, track that aura, find the whereabouts of that person, and kill him.  ¡±

    "Okay! I want to see who is so bold! I will entertain him well!" High Priest Li Ge said conspiratorially, with the wrinkles on his face forming a sinister and evil smile, as terrifying as an old witch.  .

    Next, Barbarian Saint left the magic tower.

    He climbed up the Holy Mountain as quickly as possible and arrived at the solemn temple.

    At this time, the temple was empty, with candles lit on both sides. The candles swayed uneasily, as if sensing the uncertain future of the orcs.

    After Barbarian Saint arrived here, his mood calmed down a little. He took a deep breath and walked along the central axis on the temple floor to the end.

    Then, he opened his mouth and whispered a spell. The mysterious melody echoed in the ancient temple, traveling through historical time and space, and resonated with the ancestors of the orcs of all generations.

    When the incantation was finished, the wall at the end of the temple opened to both sides with a "bang", revealing a secret room inside.

    The secret room was dark and dim, exuding an aura of decay.

    In the very center of the secret room, there is a strange heart floating.

    The heart is about the size of a fist, about the same size as a normal human heart. The flesh is golden yellow, sacred and pure.

    The heart is alive, constantly expanding and contracting, beating rhythmically, and making a "dong-dong-dong" sound. After people hear it, their own heart will also beat with this rhythm.

    However, the heart was stained with some eye-catching black demon blood, and the two blended together incongruously, making the heart seem like a tainted sacred object.

    The Man Sheng looked at the heart with a slightly absent-minded look in his eyes.  He suddenly remembered those years in the past. This heart has been passed down from the ancient ancestral times to the present. It is a sacred golden color and has not been stained by a drop of demon blood. It seems to be the most beautiful and holy time, like art.  The product is generally perfect.

    But now, this heart is stained with black demon blood, and it doesn¡¯t look so good.

    The catastrophe of the orcs today also started from this.

    For a moment, he suddenly regretted his decision to join the demons.  But soon, he got rid of this strange idea. No one can resist the power of the demons. The second world will be destroyed sooner or later. He chose a promising future for the orcs by joining the demons.  The people will sing his praises.

    The Man Sheng smoothed out the wrinkles on his clothes and tidied up his appearance, then took a deep breath and solemnly walked into the secret room.

    Step by step, he came to the heart, stopped, slowly stretched out his hand, and carefully held the heart in his hand.

    Suddenly, he felt a strong beating in his palm, and his fingers kept opening and tightening with the beating of the heart.

    In an instant, an ancient and wild aura emerged from the heart and penetrated into the body of the barbarian saint!

    His breath soared horribly, and ocean-like power swam crazily inside his body. His robe flew up and down, and the majestic breath swept out.

    His soul seemed to be shocked by the power of this heart, and he became extremely pious.  He opened his mouth and solemnly uttered a few words: "The heart of the race, give me strength! Bloodline tracing is inescapable! The hidden ancestors condensed the divine crystals and appeared immediately!"

    As he finished speaking, a drop of golden blood suddenly dripped from that strange heart!

    "Pa" This drop of blood fell on the ground, making a crisp sound, and then quickly penetrated into the ground.

    At the same time, a tracking energy also penetrated into the earth along with this drop of blood, and quickly spread along the earth, spreading to the entire Orc Holy Land, frantically looking for the ancient demigods of the Orcs [  The breath of Hidden Sky].

    In the holy city below the holy mountain, the high priest Li Ge is standing in front of the magic tower.At the end, leaning on the crystal crutch, he looked down at the entire holy city, his sinister eyes darting back and forth, paying close attention to what was going on around him.

    At this moment, in a remote alley in the eastern part of the Holy City, a red light suddenly shot up into the sky. It was extremely eye-catching, like a lighthouse, marking the location.

    "Humph! So you are there!" High Priest Li Ge sneered, his body turned into a stream of light, and he galloped towards that location.

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    In an alley in the eastern part of the Holy City, Huang Yi was hiding in a corner, holding the Wrath of the Killing God, preparing to wait for his incarnation to lead the army into the city, and then fight with the army.

    But suddenly, a very weak energy pulsed in the ground beneath your feet.  Immediately afterwards, his hand and the wrath of the God of Death suddenly burst into dazzling red light, soaring into the sky, and his position was clearly marked!

    Huang Yi was startled at first, but quickly realized that he was being followed!

    When he was at level 115, he once learned a passive skill called [Anti-Reconnaissance], which could prevent him from being tracked by others.

    But now, his anti-reconnaissance passive skills are not working!

    He lowered his head, looked at his hands glowing with red light and the wrath of the killing god, and suddenly understood!

    The problem should be with that divine crystal.  That divine crystal should have some kind of aura, and both his hand and the Wrath of the Killing God had touched that divine crystal. It is estimated that the top management of the Orcs used some method to track the remnants of the divine crystal.  His aura exposed his position in disguise.

    Orcs are very good at tracking. The racial skill of orc players is a tracking skill. As a senior member of the orc clan, they will definitely have more advanced tracking methods.

    His position has been exposed, so in the next moment, there will definitely be masters coming to hunt him down!

    Almost instantly, he used the ability of the fake hat to quickly disguise himself as a naga.

    The Wrath of the Killing God in his hand was also disguised as a harpoon weapon common to the Naga tribe.

    Now, he is still essentially in the form of a half-orc, but his appearance and aura are that of a Naga.

    "Do you think you can avoid our pursuit by hiding here?" At this moment, a cold voice sounded unhurriedly.

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    Thank you for understanding.  .  .  Burying the past, Wan Mengyuan, to be continued in the next second 1111 and many other book friends have given rewards in the past two days.
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