O43novel #528 - Chapter 528 The True Form of the Beast Ancestor
#528 - Chapter 528 The True Form of the Beast Ancestor
Wu Wei lied.
Regarding the mist appearing in Broken Cliff Mountain.
This Abyss Lord had actually seen these so-called “mists”.
It's just that.
When Wu Wei first saw these mists, the fallen angel Liz, who was by his side, once told him what these so-called mists were.
She called these mists, the aura of Chaos!
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Thump thump thump!
As heavy footsteps appeared at the end of the canyon, a tall figure appeared before Long Ge'er and the others.
At that moment, Long Ge'er's trembling stopped.
Even his chattering teeth stopped.
But don't get me wrong.
This wasn't because he had regained his courage or anything.
It was simply because, at this moment, Long Ge'er had reached the limit of his fear.
The small movements caused by fear had completely stopped.
“This... this is....”
A tall, gray-skinned Orc exuding a stench, appeared naked before Long Ge'er and the others.
The biggest difference between this tall Orc and ordinary Orcs was that the color of his skin was pure gray!
This pure gray was not a gray made of cosmetics and paints.
But simply, a gray that was “polluted”!
That's right, pollution.
When Long Ge'er saw this tall Orc, the only thought in his mind was that the other party was polluted!
His incomparably powerful intuition was constantly informing Long Ge'er through this alarm-like manner.
And he finally understood why he felt fear when this tall Orc appeared.
However, just as Long Ge'er was still immersed in his fear.
This tall gray Orc spoke first.
“(Unresolved Chaos Language) Squeak......!”
But when he really spoke, not only was Long Ge'er, who was standing at the front, severely injured, but even the ordinary Orcs behind him were also injured to varying degrees.
Almost all the Orcs of the Iron Rain Tribe were harmed by the appearance of these sounds, without exception.
But soon, this gray Orc discovered this.
Almost in an instant, he changed his language.
“(Orcish) Kneel, my degenerated descendants!”
Hearing these words, Long Ge'er's eyes widened immediately.
Degeneration, true Orc.
Pollution, unknown prophecy.
And... descendants.
Damn it!
One clue after another was connected in Long Ge'er's keen mind.
A somewhat terrifying and thrilling answer was about to appear in Long Ge'er's mind.
But unfortunately, Long Ge'er was not smart enough.
Just as he was still thinking.
This gray Orc had already told all the Orcs present his identity.
“I am the Orc Ancestor!”
The moment he heard these words.
Almost all the Orcs were boiling.
But it is worth mentioning that this group of boiling Orcs was divided into two factions.
Among them, the most powerful faction, such as Long Ge'er and other Orc powerhouses, accepted this fact without hesitation.
And some other Orc fools who could not feel the horror of this gray Orc at all, looked at him angrily.
In their hearts, this strange gray Orc was just a fool who dared to call himself the Orc Ancestor.
There were even many reckless Orc fools who were secretly plotting to kill this tall gray Orc, and then eat his flesh to make themselves stronger.
(Iron Rain Tribe tradition, mentioned in the previous article.)
But soon, they changed their minds.
Because at the moment when these fools had such thoughts, this gray Orc, in front of them, raised his hand.
The next second.
Except for Long Ge'er, all the Orcs shed tears in unison.
All the Orcs who were still indignant before knelt down without hesitation.
Because when this gray Orc raised his hand, extremely powerful aura erupted from the palm of his hand.
That was the aura of the Orc Ancestor in the true sense!
All the weak Orcs may have never had contact with the aura of the Orc Ancestor in their entire lives.
But this did not prevent them from recognizing that this aura belonged to the true Orc Ancestor through blood and the connection in the dark.
So, in just an instant, all the Orcs knelt down to this gray Orc.
Although they were the Zumins of the Iron Rain Tribe, at this moment their actions were more devout than the people of any Orc tribe.
Except...
Long Ge'er!
“....”
That's right, apart from the initial shock, when Long Ge'er and the other Orcs felt the aura of the Orc Ancestor together, the leader of the Iron Rain Tribe was the fastest to get rid of the influence of the Orc Ancestor's aura.
He stood up directly from the kneeling state, and then stared at the gray Orc in front of him with a pair of sharp eyes.
This gray Orc also noticed this.
The two sides began to look at each other.
But no one spoke.
Such silence and eye contact shocked almost all the Orcs.
But, when the time of the two's gaze exceeded three minutes.
Long Ge'er spoke.
With his powerful intuition, as soon as he spoke, he said words that shocked all the Orcs.
“You.”
“Are not the Orc Ancestor at all!”
“Who the hell are you?”
After speaking, Long Ge'er took the lead in drawing out his weapon and aimed it at.....
The Orc Ancestor!
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