Elf Kingdom:Game of the World Tree Chapter 59 – Chapter 59: Chapter 59 Uller's Oracle

Chapter 59: Chapter 59 Uller's Oracle
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This was a dim cave, with torches mounted on the cave walls casting flickering shadows throughout the cavern.

On both sides of the cave were rough murals depicting the tales of the thousand-year divine war—a legendary story of the gods uniting to severely wound the World Tree and the elven civilization, passed down through generations in the Half-Beast tribes.

In the center of the cave stood an altar built from skulls.

On the altar rested a crude statue of a god, none other than Uller, the god of winter and hunting.

In front of Uller's statue, an elderly one-eyed Half-Beast dressed in a gray priest robe knelt in devout prayer.

The silent cave echoed with only the solemn and dignified sound of prayer.

Suddenly, the statue radiated a misty glow, illuminating the previously dark cave with a brilliant light.

The one-eyed Half-Beast trembled as he raised his head, his gaze at the statue filled with fervor and disbelief…

“An oracle… it's an oracle…”

He excitedly prostrated himself on the ground, allowing the mighty and majestic Divine Power to sweep over him.

In an instant, his mind went blank, and a series of dignified and weighty voices echoed in the Half-Beast's mind,

“Investigate—Feilengcui, elves, beware… Death God's Favored.”

After returning to the Heavenly Realm, Uller had come to understand a few things.

Those elves were definitely not Hela's Heroic Spirit Army!

Because… they had physical bodies, whereas the Heroic Spirits did not.

Moreover, if the Heroic Spirit Army appeared on Segis Continent, it would certainly provoke a strong backlash from other divine beings.

Even Hela couldn't go against all the gods.

The fate of Yggdrasil back then was proof!

Yet even so, those elves had to be connected to Hela's Favored.

Because only Hela could make creatures undying!

And all this needed to be further investigated by his followers…

Hearing the voice of the Divine, the old Half-Beast Priest shuddered slightly and buried his head deeper,

“Half-Beast Rock Cave Tribe High Priest—Jushan, humbly obeys the oracle!”

Then, the statue radiated light again, and a blurry image appeared in his mind—

It was a scene of unlucky goblins being frantically chased by a group of red-eyed elves!

And these elves were adorned with all kinds of ragged equipment as if it had been snatched from the goblins…

The scene shifted, and more elves were flattened into mush by some mysterious force, only to spring back to life in an instant…

Seeing this scene, the old priest's mind was abruptly shaken.

*”Elves? How could there be so many elves?! What are they doing?! They don't die?”*

He couldn't help but exclaim.

The statue did not respond.

In an instant, the old priest knew he had lost his composure.

He took a deep breath, knelt on the ground, and extended his hand to draw a bow-shaped symbol on his chest,

“Praise be to winter, praise be to hunting, praise be to the great Father God!”

A moment later, the light from the statue gradually faded.

The elderly Half-Beast raised his head, realizing his back was drenched in cold sweat.

“An oracle… truly an oracle…”

He muttered, his voice filled with excitement.

Receiving an oracle meant he was favored by the Divine, watched over by her!

Taking a deep breath, the Half-Beast High Priest Jushan suppressed the trepidation in his heart and pondered the content of the oracle,

“What is the meaning of that scene?”

He paced while frowning in deep thought.

“Is it the Elf Forest? But haven't most of the elves migrated? Where could there be so many elves? Are they attacking the goblins of Feilengcui? Are they undying? Are they backed by the Death God's Favored?”

He knew Father God had recruited a group of goblins in the Elf Forest to assist her in finding the fallen Mother Nature—Yggdrasil's Divine Blood Crystal.

In fact, as the High Priest of the Half-Beast Tribe closest to the Elf Forest, he had contributed significantly to the process.

Even though he had a strong disdain for those weak and ugly goblins.

Now, it seemed certain changes had occurred.

“Death God's Favored…”

Jushan the High Priest muttered.

“Could it be… the work of the Netherworld's one?”

Thinking of this, his expression gradually grew heavy.

“It seems necessary to send someone to investigate.”

“Speaking of which, a report from the tribe's outpost in the Elf Forest a few days ago mentioned that two teams of Half-Beast mercenaries had gone missing. This time is an excellent opportunity to investigate!”

Taking a deep breath, Jushan the High Priest left the ancestral cave where he worshiped the Divine.

Outside the cave, the surrounding lights brightened suddenly, revealing a vast valley.

The dark mountain walls gleamed under the sunlight.

At the base of the mountains, countless stone and straw houses surrounded the cave in an orderly fashion.

Looking out, there appeared to be no less than a thousand…

This was the Rock Cave Tribe, the Half-Beast tribe closest to the Elf Forest, with a population of five thousand, located at the southeast junction of the Elf Forest and the Dark Mountain Range, over three hundred kilometers from the forest's core area.

The leader of the tribe was Jushan, a Silver Lower Half-Beast Priest.

Jushan ventured into the village, observing the clansmen moving about with satisfaction.

In his youth, the Rock Cave Tribe had been a small tribe of less than a thousand.

The tribe had developed over many years, finally growing stronger with the support of the True God.

The large income from hunting elves was crucial in this growth.

Thinking of this, Jushan's expression gradually became serious.

If something went wrong in the Elf Forest, it would be a significant blow to the Rock Cave Tribe.

He sighed deeply, a shadow passing across his brows.

“Call Black Stone over.”

He instructed his subordinates.

Soon, a burly Half-Beast approached Jushan.

He had a towering figure, nearly two meters tall, with a bald head and tusks protruding from his mouth, looking fierce.

Black Stone, known alongside the missing Panshi, was a warrior of the Rock Cave Tribe, possessing the strength of Black Iron Upper Peak!

“Black Stone, at your service, High Priest.”

He approached Jushan and respectfully knelt down.

Jushan glanced at him and secretly nodded,

“Rise.”

Following Jushan's order, Black Stone stood up from the ground and stood silently to the side.

Jushan was very satisfied with Black Stone's deference.

He pondered for a moment and said,

“Black Stone, you are one of the strongest warriors in the tribe. This time, I have a task for you…”

“Take a team of Black Iron Middle Rank warriors, along with a Priest, equip them with the best gear from the tribe, and head to the outpost in the Elf Forest to gather people and investigate the Feilengcui Ruins!”

He paused halfway, reconsidering, and then took out a bone fragment from his cloak and handed it to Black Stone,

“This is a sacred artifact of our tribe, capable of invoking the power of the Father God. In crucial moments, it can unleash a powerful Divine Art. Additionally… it has the power to purify the undead!”

“This time, you may face the Death God's Favored, so if danger arises, return immediately. If necessary, you may abandon the outpost…”

“Moreover…”

Jushan's expression flickered as he continued seriously,

“If you encounter any peculiar elves, make sure to capture one and bring it back to the tribe…”

“If you succeed, the tribe will reward you generously!”

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