Chapter 1121 The Heart of the Orc Race

As soon as the sky enchantment was extinguished, they instantly realized that there was a problem with the magic tower, and came here quickly, but they only saw corpses all over the place and the extinguished magic furnace. Apart from that, there was nothing else.

"Damn it! Who is it? Who poisoned and killed people in our holy city? Who stole our god spar?!" Priest Li Ge growled while gnashing his teeth, his palms clenched tightly, long nails embedded in the meat.

"Dare to steal our god spar, you are really asking for death!" Man Sheng stared at the empty plate and sneered, "That god spar is the demigod powerhouse of our clan in ancient times—silver Emperor·Yintian, condensed by consuming my own divine power, has the aura of Yintian. I will go to the holy mountain in person, open the heart of the race, track down that aura, find where that person is, and kill him .”

"Okay! I want to see who is so bold! I will treat him well!" the high priest Li Ge said in a sinister manner, with a sinister and evil smile on the wrinkles on his face, as terrifying as an old witch .

Next, the barbarian left the magic tower.

He went up the holy mountain as fast as he could and came to the solemn temple.

At this time, there was no one in the temple, candles were lit on both sides, and the candles flickered uncomfortably, as if they had sensed the uncertain future of the orcs.

After the barbarian came here, he calmed down a little. He took a deep breath and walked along the central axis on the ground of the temple to the end.

Then, he opened his mouth and whispered a spell. The mysterious melody echoed in the ancient temple, traveled through the time and space of history, and resonated with the ancestors of the half-orcs.

When the spell 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 dim and dark, exuding a decaying atmosphere.

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

The heart was about the size of a fist, about the size of a normal person's heart, and its flesh was 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 beats with this rhythm.

However, some eye-catching black magic blood was stained on the heart, and the two blended together incongruously, making the heart look like a defiled sacred item.

Man Sheng looked at the heart, his eyes slightly absent-minded. He suddenly remembered the past years. This heart has been passed down from the ancient ancestors to the present. It is a sacred golden color, and it has not been stained by a little bit of magic 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 magic blood, and it doesn't look so good.

The catastrophe of the half-orcs today was also caused by this.

For a moment, he suddenly regretted his decision to join the Demon Race. But soon, he got rid of this strange idea. The power of the Demon Race is unmatched, and the second world will be destroyed sooner or later. The people will sing his praises.

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

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

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

All of a sudden, an ancient and wild aura emerged from that heart and penetrated into the body of the barbarian saint!

His aura soared terrifyingly, ocean-like power frantically swam through his body, his robe fluttered up and down, and a majestic aura swept out.

His heart seemed to be shocked by the power of this heart, and he became extremely devout. He opened his mouth, and solemnly spit out a few words: "The heart of the race, give me strength! The bloodline is traced, and there is no way to hide! The ancestors of the hidden sky, gather the god crystal, and appear immediately!"

As the voice fell, a drop of golden blood suddenly dripped from that weird heart!

"Pa~" The drop of blood dripped onto the ground, making a crisp sound, and then quickly penetrated into the ground.

At the same time, a wave of tracking energy also drilled into the ground along with the drop of blood, and quickly spread out along the ground, spreading to the entire half-orc holy land, frantically looking for the ancient half-orc and half-god powerhouse [ Hidden sky] breath.

In the holy city below the holy mountain, High Priest Lige was standing on the top of the magic tower, leaning on the crystal crutch, overlooking the whole holy city, with his gloomy eyes shooting back and forth, paying close attention to the movement 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, which was extremely eye-catching, like a lighthouse, marking the location.

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

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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, ready to fight with the army after his incarnation led the army into the city.

But suddenly, a very weak energy pulsated in the ground beneath his feet. Immediately afterwards, his hand and the Fury of Killing God suddenly burst into dazzling red light, soaring into the sky, marking his position prominently!

Huang Yi was startled for a moment, but quickly realized that he was being followed!

When he was level 115, he had learned a passive skill called [anti-reconnaissance], which could prevent him from being tracked by others.

But now, his anti-reconnaissance passive skill didn't work!

He lowered his head, looked at his hand emitting red light and the wrath of the killing god, and immediately understood!

The problem should be the god spar. The god spar should have some kind of aura, and his hand and the wrath of the killing god have both touched the god spar. It is estimated that the high-level orcs used some method to trace the remnants of the god spar. His breath, disguised to expose his position.

Half-orcs are very good at tracking. The race skill of half-orc players is a tracking skill. As the top of the half-orc family, there must be a more sophisticated tracking method.

His position has been exposed, so in the next moment, there will definitely be masters coming to chase 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 commonly used by the Naga tribe.

Now he is still in the form of a half-orc in essence, but his appearance and breath belong to Naga.

"Do you think you can hide from our pursuit by hiding here?" Just at this moment, a cold voice rang out unhurriedly.

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