671 God Temple
There were Tauren, Were cat, lion man, and bear man. Those were some of the most powerful races of the orc empire; however, the powerful foxes were nowhere to be seen.
Suddenly, Abel realized something. There was not a single priest. All the orcs were fighters. Were only front line fighters allowed to the orc god ceremony?
Abel didn’t know why, but he was still very confident in his abilities.
None of the orcs talked to each other as they made their way towards Nam mountain.
Abel felt a little confused. He thought the ceremony would take place 10 days later, so why were there so many orcs already?
However, there was no one he could ask. The only thing he could do was to run along with the orcs.
When they were 10 miles from Nam Mountain, a grand looking structure emerged. It was an orc god temple. It was the largest temple he had ever seen since he entered the orc empire.
People always thought the orcs were not good at architecture in the human world since all of their buildings were made for practical use. Even their royal palace was simple.
However, Abel began to question this perspective. The orc god temple in front of him was made entirely out of giant stones. It had a main temple, 6 sub-temples, and some other structures by the side.
If this orc god temple was surrounded by walls, it would be a city.
Every stone of the temple was etched with the orc god’s legends, which added an extra layer of mystery.
The tip of the main temple was made with stones as well. It was shimmering in the sunlight, and it attracted Abel’s gaze. Gems! There were countless gems stuck to the tip of the temple.
Those gems engulfed the temple in colorful rays. Most of which were green colored gems. Those green gems had formed the mainline while the other gems were scattered around the sides.
Since the priests couldn’t use the plentiful gems in the orc empire, these treasures in the human world had only become the orcs’ decoration for their temple.
Abel realized most of those gems were intermediate level. Just the tip of this temple was enough to move the hearts of any human he had ever known.
There was a platform of a few hundred stairs connecting the ground to the main temple. Each flight of stairs was shimmering in sunlight after countless years of buffering and friction.
One could tell thousands of orcs had visited.
There were already around 100 orcs in the square of the main temple. Almost every single one of those orcs had a little tent, as they covered the entire square.
Although 100 orcs were gathering in one spot, it wasn’t that loud. Most of them looked as though they were deliberately speaking softly.
This was rare to see, considering how natural loud spoken orcs were.
There were 10 orcs who arrived at the same time as Abel. They jumped down from their mounts and strapped their mounts on a horse pole in front of the temple. They then took out some water from their mount and began to wash their hands and face in great detail.
Abel truly felt the power of god. Orcs rarely cared about the way they look, and most of them would hate to let water dampen their fur. Normally, they would use a towel to rub themselves.
Abel began to look around the orcs carefully. He realized all the so-called details he had been told were totally useless.
Still, he was quite lucky to run into a group of orcs on his way here, so all he needed to do was to copy them. He wouldn’t make a major mistake if he did that.
After they washed, they began to head towards the stairs. They took off their shoes and strapped it on their waists as they took their first step on to the stairs.
Abel also did the same and followed behind them. He realized the orcs were walking extremely slow. They would pause for a few seconds with every step.
At first, he had no idea what they were doing, but everything suddenly made sense when he took the first step.
When we took his second step up the stairs, he felt a wave of death qi rushing upward. This wave of death qi was different from the ones he had encountered before. It was as it was impacting the soul.
However, this impact was basically nothing to Abel. His soul was so powerful; it was miles above any normal wizards. He didn’t deliberately try to copy the orcs since he could just directly run to the top.
Excitement emerged on the face of those orcs when they finally reached the top of those 100 stairs.
Abel also finally realized the purpose of these stairs. It was not used to attack the soul of a person but to assist them. It allowed them to cleanse their soul during the process and, in some ways, strengthen it.
This effect was not too strong, and Abel speculated it would get even weaker as you climbed these stairs more and more.
It was unfortunate that Abel’s soul was already too powerful. It had basically done nothing to him. But still, this was the work of a priest.
The priests’ knowledge of the soul was far greater than any wizards. If their research on the soul had reached an elite level, wizards would only be beginners.
What was the benefit of strengthening a soul?
After a soul had been strengthened, a person’s training and leveling up speed would increase–especially when it came to training.
That was a pity, Abel thought to himself. If the priests had etched the formula for this death qi wave onto the stairs, maybe Abel would be able to learn how to make a magic circle out of it. Although these support circles might not do much to him, it could be very good for his family’s knights and wizards.
Of course, it might be useless to other wizards since it was made of death qi, but Abel could control death qi himself.
On the top of the stairs were some black-cloaked priests. One said with a low voice,” take out your identity card and register one by one!”
The orcs each took out their bone made identity card and handed it to the priest for examination. Some other priests also examined the orcs in detail. Not a single word was spoken in the entire process.
There were extreme details on the bone made identity card. Although it seemed normal, Abel knew a person with a powerful power of the will could also see a card owner’s photo by examining it.
Soon, it was Abel’s turn. He handed his bone made identity car to the black cloak priests for examination.
“Another worgen from the wolves? Didn’t your group already arrive?” The black-cloaked priest asked suddenly.
Abel felt his heat drop, but he still kept his cool, “I got a late notice, so I did not go with the others!”
“Ah. All the wolves’ tents are on the right of the square. You can go find them after you are done with signing up!” The black-cloaked priest nodded his head under the hood and said gently.
However, it was because of this little nod, Abel saw a dried up wolf face under that dark hood. This priest was a worgen as well.
Abel felt his heart lift again. He thought he did something wrong, but it was just a worgen priest showing his care for his fellow worgen.
“Thank you, Sir Priest!” Abel replied.
The identity card examination went smoothly. Afterward, that black-cloaked priest led Abel and the 10 other orcs into the main temple.