Recalling the patrol routes of the orcs he observed a few days ago, Xuan walked towards the center of the Obsidian Tribe. Ji said that there was a building called an altar there, which was specially built for stone slabs.
No matter where you make a noise, it will make God nervous as much as making a noise there.
Only Xuan knew that the location of the stone slab was completely opposite to that of the altar.
As he got closer to the altar, Xuan had a strange feeling. He stopped and wandered several times and was almost discovered by the patrolling orcs.
Fortunately, there were no orcs patrolling here who were as strong as him, so he narrowly escaped.
The closer to the altar, the more frequently the patrolling orcs came. There was about a twenty-minute walk away at human speed. Xuan was hiding in a tree with flickering eyes.
He didn't know what was wrong with him, but his intuition told him that there was nothing on the other side of the altar that could threaten him.
He is now in a state of wanting to go but not wanting to go. This state is unfamiliar to him and he rarely has this mentality.
After two groups of patrolling orcs passed under the tree, Xuan's eyes became firm again.
The trees on this side of the altar are more lush and dense than those in other places, and taller than those in other places. Even the forest on Bird Island cannot compare to this one.
Especially as you walk towards the altar, the trees become denser and taller.
This prevented him from ever being able to see the altar from a distance.
In Xuan's experience, the trees here are abnormally dense, yet they are still growing well.
Meng Yuqing also told him that vegetables in the vegetable garden cannot be planted too densely, otherwise they will compete for nutrients with each other and grow poorly. The same thing will happen to trees.
However, the denser the trees were, the easier it was for him to hide. He was still moving forward in human form. The bushes and weeds were already taller than him, severely blocking his vision and covering him tightly.
He lay down beside a huge rock again, covered himself with the grass he had collected before, and waited for the patrolling orcs to leave again. Then he took out a small bomb that Meng Yuqing had stuffed into it from the pearl.
He didn't bring many small bombs with him. Even the ones that Meng Yuqing took out from her own space and gave them to him were less than twenty in total. He originally wanted to leave them for Ji and Fu, but Ji refused. The Thorn Tribe was so big that less than twenty small bombs thrown in would only make a noise.
It would be better to bring him to the Obsidian Tribe to cause trouble.
Holding the small bomb in one hand, he climbed up a nearby tree. This place was very close to the altar, and he could almost see the altar by climbing up the tree.
After finding a suitable spot on the tree to stand, he turned and looked towards the altar.
In an instant, his hands clenched suddenly, and the small explosive point on his hand almost fell off the tree. The beast armor on his other hand dug into the tree trunk, and he almost couldn't control his breathing.
His eyes had already turned into animal pupils, and he was staring at that side intently.
The altar had been destroyed beyond recognition, and a huge animal-shaped corpse was lying in front of it.
Its front paws were clinging to the edge of the altar, and its huge skull was hanging on the altar.
The beast forms of ordinary orcs appear extremely small in front of these beast bones.
Xuan looked over there with trembling hands. He could easily tell that the skeleton should be the same as his.
That is to say, apart from the difference in size, they should be the same kind of beast.
The innermost layer of lush trees over two hundred meters high surrounded the corpse tightly, and Xuan didn't see him until he got so close.
The voice of the patrolling orcs brought Xuan back to his senses.
He leaned against the tree trunk, lowering his eyes to watch the patrolling orcs passing by under the tree.
"We have been guarding this corpse here for more than 20 years. When will it end?" said a patrolling orc with a complaint.
"God must have his reasons for letting us guard this place." Another orc said in a low voice.
"Tsk, what's there to defend? He's been dead for so long, how could he come back to life? We're so unlucky! They pulled so many men from here to ambush the Thorn Tribe, yet they didn't pick us. I think we should just relax." The first orc said nonchalantly, "He was once second only to God, and now he's turned to bones."
As he spoke, he seemed to remember something and ran straight towards the corpse. When he was still ten meters away from the corpse, he seemed to be stopped by something invisible.
"They're all dead, what's there to be proud of? They won't let anyone get close." The orc shook his head, walked back, and continued, "Even dead, they can't rest in peace. They won't let anyone get close, and even if they want to destroy it, they can't. This is why we've been guarding here for so long."
The second orc gave him a disapproving look. "His death was caused by God himself. What does it have to do with you? Why are you saying this now? Why didn't you say it to him when he was alive?"
The first orc's face turned ugly in an instant. He looked at the second orc hatefully, then looked at the other silent people, trying to find someone to speak for him.
But everyone walked in silence and didn't want to pay attention to him.
Orcs value the use of force. Unless someone's behavior is truly terrible, even if they are not in the same camp, it does not prevent them from respecting the strong.
On the tree, Xuan just watched them walk by coldly. His gaze paused for a moment on the orc who was talking nonsense about the corpse, then moved away.
He was calm now, so calm that it was terrifying, not a single breath leaked out.
Knowing that the patrolling orcs had gone far away again, he took advantage of the breeze that blew and the rustling of branches to jump directly from the tree he was on to another branch closer to the corpse.
As light as a feather, it moved between the dense trees and arrived at the tree closest to the corpse at an extremely fast speed.
Drawing out another bit of energy to cover his body, he jumped down from the tree and hid in the grass that was almost three meters high, continuing to approach the corpse.
He didn't stop until he reached the distance where the patrolling orc was stopped.
In human form, he seemed even smaller standing in front of the corpse, but strangely, he felt an unprecedented sense of security.
Thinking of the scene where the orc was stopped before, Xuan curled the corners of his mouth and stepped over.
The air wall blocking the patrolling orcs seemed to be non-existent in front of him.
Walking up to the corpse, Xuan raised his hand and touched it, his eyes full of struggle.
His original plan was to drop a bomb at the altar and run away. At that time, many patrolling orcs would be attracted to the altar, and then he would run to other places and drop another bomb, and do this many times.
Let the people guarding the Obsidian Tribe spread the news here and wait for God to mobilize the people he placed in the Thorn Tribe.
He was confident that he could hide himself well. Just like Meng Yuqing said, orcs would habitually maintain their beast form in dangerous places, and the people guarding here would not look into places where only humans could hide.
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