On the last day of the Harvest Moon, Boom sat cross-legged in the Wonder House and recited a mantra silently. Rikka walked towards the waterfall again, but in the end she was still covered in water stains.
King Fernando of August was enjoying lunch, with Queen Isabella sitting on the left and Medea sitting on the right. None of the three spoke, and there was no fourth person in the entire palace.
Grand Magister Yuri is on the top floor of the mage tower, teasing Midas with his explosive spark staff. Next to him, Furion is drinking hot tea, waiting for death like an old man.
As for Anthony, the Divine Blessing Knight, he was running on the Miracle Plain, with the blade of light behind him exuding coercion, and the contracted beast Flame Horse following closely behind.
The noise in Aogu City is becoming more and more intense. Merchants are trying to clear out the goods in their hands, and people are also planning to stock up on goods before the arrival of winter.
But more than six thousand miles away, an old man was staring at the night sky, speechless for a long time.
Starlight Grassland, Wolf Creek Mountains, Hetula Tribe. This is the holy land of the orcs, the residence of the great shaman Regeni, and the hometown of all beasts.
The climate difference caused by time zones is extremely obvious. Augu City is about to face winter, while the golden plain where the orcs are located has just entered the wind and moon.
Cicadas are chirping and fireflies are flying. The Great Shaman is currently surrounded by thirty-six believers, and he himself is emitting a trace of white light.
The orcs do not have magicians, or they call them psychics. The so-called psychic powers all come from the reverence for their ancestors.
As the shaman leader, Regeni is called the Oracle. Like the oracles of all ages, he shoulders the responsibility of predicting danger.
Dreams are a wonderful thing. Some people can get what they want from dreams, some people can meet the people they miss from dreams, and some people will regard it as a kind of wake-up call.
Regeni has been dreaming recently, sometimes in endless purgatory, and sometimes floating around his ancestors. As a shaman, how could he not know this situation?
Something must happen. This is Regeni's judgment, and it is also the confidence of an oracle. Because in his eyes, everything has a cause and effect, and there is absolutely no such thing as coincidence.
Turtle shell, conch, wolf fang, rhinoceros skin, bird feather. Regeni took out his prophecy item from the storage bag and threw it into the air after a while.
The thirty-six believers around held hands and chanted mantras in memory of their ancestors loudly. The loud beast language intertwined and overlapped, and a powerful pressure rushed into the sky.
But what was expected happened. I saw cracks on the turtle shell that had been around for thousands of years, the conch was gray, the wolf teeth were white, the rhinoceros skin was wrinkled, and the bird feathers were withered.
The bonfire in the center of the ceremony suddenly changed from orange to blue, then from blue to grass green, and finally turned into an endless black flame.
Seeing this, the thirty-six believers stopped chanting one after another and knelt down neatly on the ground. Some of the weak ones even vomited blood and fell unconscious on the spot.
Regeni could no longer keep calm at this time. The shattering of the turtle shell heralded the coming disputes, the gray color of the conch represented the surging undercurrent, and the whitening of the wolf's teeth meant that the world would usher in a bloody disaster.
Rhinoceros skin wrinkles are a sign of abnormal movements of the twelve monsters. As for the withering of bird feathers, it represents the birth of a new king, or its rapid growth.
The black flames rotated slowly, and finally gathered into a huge tornado, tearing the night into pieces. Thirty-six believers died one after another, leaving Regeni alone on the grassland.
"Send the wolf cavalry to confirm the condition of the Oracle before dawn." A two-meter-tall orc said solemnly, his eyes always looking in the direction of the Hetura tribe.
Three more people instantly appeared in the huge leather tent. After bowing and saluting, they ran out of Wudun City. The wolves behind them moved forward at high speed, but no one in this team communicated with each other.
At this time, on the Starlight Grassland, Regeni bit the tip of his finger and then, after chanting a mantra, sacrificed his partner.
The orcs have no so-called magic wands, let alone magic staffs. They regard their weapons as partners, while the world calls them magic weapons.
Moreover, the orc shaman does not put the weapon into a storage bag or put it on the waist like other magicians. Instead, it hides it in the body and nourishes it with flesh and blood every moment.
"Ancestral Skull!" Regeni slapped his chest with a palm, and then the fluorescent light flashed, and an object like a human skull appeared out of thin air.
However, this magical weapon with a very terrifying appearance is constantly emitting wisps of soft aura. It makes people feel soothed and the blood smooth.
"Long time no see, my old friend, tonight I will look up at the stars as an oracle, and you are willing to accompany me!" Regeni slowly extended his right hand, his words full of sincerity.
The fluorescence expanded again, and the "ancestral skull" floated up and down like a living thing, as if it was nodding, more like the throbbing after a long absence from a relative.
"The souls of the ancestors will last forever, and the spirits of all beasts will protect the grassland. The stars, moon phases, and two poles will intersect here, predicting reincarnation and rebirth, a great prophecy!"
Regeni closed his eyes tightly, and his body slowly floated in the air. As he chanted this mantra, the night suddenly changed, and more than thirty stars shone brightly.
After Regeni completed the operation, he looked like a dying old man, panting and collapsed to the ground. But he did not faint, but looked up to the sky.
However, not long after, Regeni was vomiting blood and his eyes were full of shock. He could not believe his prediction and even suspected that it was all a nightmare.
If my five prophecy items are just speculation, then what the great prophecy technique presents now is the final death knell.
Camelopardalus and Lacerta overlap, Lynx and Pegasus are entangled. Even Taurus, which has always been calm, is flickering and drifting.
As for the magic patterns between each star, it is even more chaotic. Not to mention twisted into a long rope, even responding to each other is extremely difficult.
A mouthful of blood spurted out again, and the "ancestral skull" boiled instantly. The two green flames trembled, but the stars in the sky stopped changing.
"It took me a lifetime to master the great prophecy of the eighty-eight constellations, but I have only mastered one-third of it." Regeni seemed to be muttering to himself, more like speaking to others.
"Lord Oracle, you'd better take a rest first. The orcs can't live without great prophecy, otherwise they will suffer the same disaster as the destruction of the temple." An orc commander said solemnly, with hundreds of wolf cavalry standing behind him. p>
Regeni was not surprised when he heard this, but he did not take any action. He was still sitting on the grass, but the "ancestral skull" magic weapon was taken into his body.
"Tell the big leader that a strong man has been born in the human race, with strength comparable to twelve monsters." Regeni looked at the sky blankly and said with some worry.
"Farewell!" The orc leader said nothing, bowed and saluted again, turned around and ran towards Udun City first.
But his heart was already in turmoil. How could he be as good as the twelve monsters? That was enough for one person to destroy an entire continent.
Although he felt that the Oracle had exaggerated a bit, the mission was the mission, and it was not something he should worry about, let alone something he could question.