Chapter 83
"I don't want to go in..." A Rakshasa girl cried and refused to enter the inner city gate. A shaman patrolling the city wall walked over and shouted at her in Orcish.
The orc warriors guarding the city hurriedly answered the shaman's question. Although they couldn't understand it, their phoenix eyes could still imagine the fate of this Rakshasa girl.
Sure enough, after the orc warrior finished, the shaman on the city wall pointed his bone staff at the girl. A strange power pierced through her entire body; her skin and hair rapidly withered and aged, until she finally looked like an old woman and died on the cold ground.
"Ah...run!..." This group of two hundred Rakshasa people collapsed at the sight of this terrifying scene and began to scatter and flee.
The Rakshasa orc warriors escorting the young men and women began to drive them away and gather them in a circle. Meanwhile, the shamans and their apprentices on the city walls began chanting in a strange language. As they chanted, the two hundred Rakshasa in the circle gradually became numb, their eyes glazed over, devoid of life. They marched in neat rows through the last wall and into the inner city.
As the shamans began to concentrate on chanting their incantations, the phoenix-eyed creature climbed the smooth city wall, bypassing all the orcs, and disappeared into the darkness beneath.
Upon entering the inner city, the first thing that caught the eye was the white tower in the city center. The tower was made entirely of bone, with seven stories, and its widest point at the base was hundreds of feet in diameter. Stairs led to the next level, forming a loop with each level, until the last level was only a few feet in diameter, making it appear extremely strange.
The group of dazed young Rakshasa were led by a shaman apprentice to the plaza surrounding the Bone Tower, where they were handed over to a higher-ranking shaman.
Under the command of the high-ranking shaman, the Rakshasa entered one by one through the gate of the adjacent bone tower. As they entered, the white bone tower began to emit an eerie light, sending chills down the spine of Danfengyan, who was observing closely through binoculars in the distance. She understood that the Rakshasa had had their life force extracted and infused into the bone tower.
Danfengyan planned to find a place to hide. Once she confirmed that Kogar was in this bone tower, she would have completed her mission. The rest could be left to someone stronger. The bone tower felt too eerie to her, which dispelled her idea of continuing to explore.
The area surrounding the Bone Tower consists of rows of mansions, which look quite old, completely different from the brand-new houses in the outer two-story city. It's hard to say how long ago this island was built.
The woman with phoenix eyes chose a house that was noticeably more dilapidated than the others, suggesting it wasn't anything important. Upon entering, she found it empty, filled with miscellaneous items and food. She selected a room with a window, peered through her binoculars at the bone tower, nodded in satisfaction, and settled in.
Every half hour, a group of Rakshasa people would enter the bone tower. They all had vacant eyes and were like walking corpses. Once they went in, none of them ever came out again.
After the light appeared, orcs were found among those who entered the Bone Tower. Their eyes were not dull, but fanatical. They were taken to a higher level of the Bone Tower, and likewise, they were unable to come out of the Bone Tower again.
Danfengyan took out the box containing the Heart-Connecting Talisman from her bosom, hesitating whether to crush it now. It was certain the orcs were conducting a crucial ritual, but her target was Kogar. Remembering the words of that cultivator, she put the Heart-Connecting Talisman back into her bosom.
By noon, chaos erupted outside. Groups of Rakshasa were driven in from outside; this time, their minds were not destroyed, and any who resisted were simply killed by the powerful orcs on the perimeter. Large numbers of shamans and shaman apprentices emerged from the houses surrounding the Bone Tower and ascended the steps. Soon, the Bone Tower was filled with orc shamans and shaman apprentices.
The strange incantation rang out again, and the restless crowd gradually calmed down, all of them walking blankly into the bone tower one by one. The bone tower shone brightly, radiating a strange power that made even the phoenix-eyed observer in the distance feel a chill.
After all the Rakshasa entered the Bone Tower, a large number of orcs entered from the outer city. Many of them were even warriors who were on duty in the outer city. They all looked fanatical and walked into the gates of the Bone Tower without hesitation.
At the very top of the Bone Tower appeared a man, tall and muscular, with an aura as imposing as a mountain. Upon his appearance, all the orc warriors and shamans bowed respectfully to him.
“Blackham…” Danfengyan breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at the unforgettable figure, she finally confirmed her target. It seemed the information she had received was correct. She carefully took out the Heart-Connecting Talisman, crushed it, and waited until the bright yellow leaf turned into several streams of light and disappeared before she breathed a sigh of relief. All that was left was to wait for the expert to complete the entire plan.
The sacrificial ceremony continued, with wave after wave of Rakshasa orcs sacrificing their lives. The bone tower began to emit a continuous glow, its strange power growing stronger and stronger. The energy in Danfeng's eyes almost activated on its own several times to resist this pervasive feeling.
As darkness fell, the ceremony continued. Danfengyan sat nervously by the window, no longer daring to directly peer into Kogar. Although she now exuded the aura of an ordinary person, the ceremony outside was too eerie, making her hesitant to risk peeking in.
A night passed, and Danfengyan calmed down, sitting cross-legged to meditate and prepare for the final battle. If all went as expected, the mid-stage cultivators would arrive by noon. From the trading city to here, it was only a little over a thousand miles, a day and a night would be enough.
Just as the sun was about to set and the person Danfengyan was waiting for had not yet arrived, a group of special people appeared in the square in front of the Bone Tower.
They were all people of the Great Xia, and all Han Chinese, not those barbarians from the grasslands. The Great Xia and the orcs had been fighting for so many years, and many Great Xia people had been captured and brought to the north, and even reproduced there. However, most of them were grassland people and Great Xia people from the Western Regions. It was rare to see large numbers of Han Chinese appearing in the orc territory.
Blackham's voice echoed throughout the square, "You, as the most precious offerings, should feel incredibly honored to make your final contribution to the rebirth of the Great Shaman!"
All the people of Great Xia stared in astonishment at the orc atop the tower. Danfengyan, his mind in turmoil from shock, had lost his composure.
Kogar spoke in the Great Xia language, which she understood perfectly. Everything being done here was for the rebirth of the High Shaman, and the Orcish High Shaman had always been only one person—Ner'zhul.
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