Chapter 343 I'll Take Care of Everything

North of the White Sea, deep within the Arctic Circle, the night sky is ablaze with the dazzling aurora borealis, its ever-changing colors mesmerizing. If one were to ignore the constant screams carried by the wind, it would truly be a beautiful night.

Two days ago, the orc blood sacrifice began, and more and more Rakshasa were driven into the inner city. Although the orc shamans cast spells on these people, making them dazed and confused, the pain before their death awakened their natural instincts—howling.

"Qin Mo, we need to make a move. If this continues, they'll all be dead!" Promi urged Qin Mo three times in the past two days, each time more urgent than the last.

He realized that consulting with Heather was pointless, because whenever he asked for her opinion, she would turn to look at Qin Mo. The battle-crazed Princess Heather, who never cared about others' opinions, had suddenly found her own backbone. "Once we get out of this sea, I must ask this kid what his relationship is with the Holy Maiden."

“Prometheus… Uncle, if you still want to see Aunt Debbie… I advise you to be patient. I think we should be the final sacrifice… the most precious sacrifice.”

Prome thought for a long time, then fell silent. He closed his eyes in anguish and began to pray silently, begging the gods to forgive his incompetence and his cowardice.

As for Heatherine, she sat in the corner, silently watching Qin Mo. Occasionally, a peculiar glint would flash in her eyes before she would lower her head, lost in thought.

As for Bamolev, he had already been knocked unconscious by the three men. He even threatened them to immediately go and rescue their Prince Arthas, or he would reveal their identities to the guards outside. As a result, he was brutally beaten by the three men.

The orcs outside began to enter the inner city. They were not hypnotized by spells; their large, bull-like eyes were filled with fanaticism, and soon after they entered, mad howls could be heard.

As night fell, a scorching aura suddenly appeared in the inner city, accompanied by an ancient and desolate roar, and a terrifying pressure spread throughout the entire icy plain.

Prome and Heather both looked at Qin Mo, sensing extreme danger from his intense aura.

"It's almost time!" Qin Mo sighed.

He still remembered the scene from several years ago in the North Sea, where the ice fields surrounding the Bone Tower were all melted into boiling water by this scorching aura. Moreover, his strength was still very low at that time, and this enormous pressure almost made him kneel down and submit.

"Clang!"

The door was violently flung open, and a group of orcs blocked the entrance. Leading them was the orc warlord who was still fresh in the minds of the three men at the village gate.

The orc warlord grinned maliciously and said, "His Highness Arthas is waiting for you, waiting for you loyal subordinates to serve him!"

As the orc warlord spoke, the orc warriors behind him brandished their weapons and crossbows, seemingly anticipating that Qin Mo and the others would resist.

Qin Mo and the others' reaction was beyond their expectations. Apart from Bamolev, who was lying unconscious on the ground and being dragged along, the three of them obediently followed the orc warriors into the inner city.

Upon entering the inner city, the entire Bone Tower was revealed to everyone. From a distance, the Bone Tower appeared very majestic, but upon closer inspection, the countless white bones seemed to be telling their tragic stories, making it seem eerie and cruel.

The bone tower is divided into seven levels, arranged in a stepped shape. The base of the lowest level is a hundred feet in diameter. Each level of the bone tower is smaller than the previous one. The levels are connected by a spiral staircase. At this moment, the entire bone tower is emitting an eerie light.

The Rakshasa and the orcs followed the passageway into the bottom of the Bone Tower, and as they entered, the light on the Bone Tower grew brighter and brighter.

These rays of light slowly converged on the upper levels of the bone tower. By the time they reached the very top of the seventh level, they were almost tangible, and Qin Mo and the others could clearly feel a rich vitality emanating from them.

"These beasts, they're draining the life force from living people..." Even surrounded by orcs, Promi couldn't help but curse.

"Heh! You should feel honored to be able to dedicate your lives to our great shaman!" The orc warlord beside him did not rebuke Promi, but spoke with a cruel smile.

Qin Mo ignored the fate of the Rakshasa people; his attention was entirely focused on the top of the Bone Tower, where two figures stood!

One was none other than Blackham, whom they had met on the North Sea battlefield, while the other was a wolf-headed, human-bodied monster, or rather, a strange orc.

"Who is that werewolf?" Qin Mo asked Heather, who was closely following him.

“That’s Fenris. He used to be a strongman of the Frostwolf Clan, but somehow he became the leader of the Blackrock Clan. I didn’t expect him to be here.”

"Damn it, two great shamans, we're doomed this time!" Qin Mo's face turned very ugly. He even regretted it a little. So what if the great shaman Ner'zhul was reborn? Let the Heavenly Realm of Great Xia fight to the death. Why did he rush in like a madman? Now he can neither advance nor retreat.

Heatherine noticed Qin Mo's worsening expression, hesitated for a moment, and then quietly moved closer to Qin Mo.

Qin Mo felt a smooth, soft little hand grasp his palm, and the warm temperature instantly calmed his heart.

He turned his head and met Heather's unfathomable eyes, which were gazing at him tenderly, as if to say, "Don't be afraid, I'm here for you!"

Qin Mo squeezed her soft hand tightly, revealing a shy and annoyed smile, then mouthed silently, "I'm very strong, okay!"

Heatherine narrowed her eyes and turned away from Qin Mo, but Qin Mo could clearly feel her face twitching under the veil, and her hand did not leave Qin Mo's hand, but instead gripped it even tighter.

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