Chapter 2749: Chapter 917: Burn, Moss Valley!
Just as Klim Fortress was collapsing, the priests of the Blood Scar Clan delivered this tremendous good news to Moss Valley, which greatly pleased Chieftain Amot, who was guarding there.
Ah, Klim Fortress has collapsed, the road to the Kafuhoka Plains is clear, nothing can stop Huggesen from leading the grand army into the continent to relive the glory of the Black Disaster!
Even better, the God of the North Wind has fallen into the mortal realm after losing power, and our own god has already regarded Him as prey. A divine pursuit will begin in those frozen ruins, with our god claiming His first prize among the divine spirits even before being born.
What glory!
What might!
What strength!
The Master of Hunting is indeed invincible in this world!!!
As a devout follower of the Master of Hunting, upon seeing the situation so perfectly favorable, even the well-traveled Chieftain Amot couldn’t help but delight, doubling the duration of the afternoon prayers, nearly breaking the legs of the group of Hunting Priests praying alongside him.
Yet none dared to complain about such things, not even a whimper of discontent was allowed.
Our divine spirit has achieved great victories, and if you’re not cheering on the sidelines, how can you possibly boost others while diminishing your own spirit?
Speak!
Have you been bribed by that damn "Creation Faith"? Are you planning on betrayal?
Come,
drag this disloyal follower of the Master of Hunting away and execute him, to amuse our evil god.
Such is the fate of those not displaying fanaticism towards the Master of Hunting in Moss Valley, a place already twisted before the forces of the Master of Hunting formed.
Of course, while Moss Valley is the sacred land of the Wolf People, it used to belong to the Shadow Elves before the three Black Disasters.
Though that was over two hundred years ago, even after being occupied by the Wolf People for so long, many ruins of elven-style buildings remain in this vast and fertile valley.
They’re mostly gorgeous temple ruins, overgrown with moss and vines, hidden within the dark forest.
The Wolf People seldom venture into these places; the architectural art holds no interest for them, and the treasures hidden within were plundered long ago. It is said that after the rise of the King of Bone Biting, Lord Felix liked wandering these ruins, but no one can fathom what perspective the King of Bone Biting had towards these "relics".
In any case, when Chieftain Amot, satisfied, concluded today’s prayers and left the shrine of the Master of Hunting, passing through the elven ruins to return to the core town of the Blood Scar Clan to handle clan affairs, his good mood from his god’s victories quickly vanished.
Because a troublesome guest had visited him.
Old Chief Xinger of the Whip-tail Clan, this old fellow dragged his frail body, which could fall and die if the wind blew, to Moss Valley. He was so weak he couldn’t walk and had to be carried on a stretcher by his clansmen.
It seems the rumors about an impending power transition in the Whip-tail Clan are true; this old fellow may not live for another two months.
His inherent weakness cannot be disguised, and if Chieftain Amot didn’t know for sure Chief Xinger was indeed aged and debilitated, he might suspect this frail condition was a symptom of poisoning.
"Amot... I wish to ask you to perform a hunting prayer for me before I die."
Old Xinger didn’t hide his intentions.
He lay half-dead on the stretcher, unable to even open his cloudy eyes, and weakly said:
"I am nearing death, soon my soul will return to my master’s Hunting Divine Kingdom, but... but I neither want to die nor can I die, so much work remains unfinished. I thought, if you personally perform a prayer for me, perhaps our god will grant me a blessing, restoring my health.
Please, help me."
"The old immortal, and still unwilling to relinquish his power?"
Chieftain Amot held a low opinion of Old Xinger’s actions.
He felt it didn’t align with the Wolf People traditions at all; an old fellow like Xinger should have the sense to recognize his endless clinging to life is a disgrace to the Wolf People.
Of course, he couldn’t say such blunt words outright.
Though Old Xinger was aging and muddle-headed, his grip over the Whip-tail Clan was strong, and he was indeed a real-power Great Chief. In the current thriving venture of the Master of Hunting, the Wolf People’s ambition to conquer the world cannot succeed without the full support of the Whip-tail Clan.
Nevertheless, Chieftain Amot hesitated in response to Old Xinger’s request.
He knew Old Xinger desired not an ordinary hunting prayer, but to mobilize many Hunting Priests to conduct a grand ceremony near the sacred land.
Such a ceremony is only ever held during grand festivals celebrating the appearance of the Master of Hunting, and it not only bears great symbolic significance, more importantly, it can truly summon divine blessings.
Among all the blessings, one happens to enhance life and relieve aging.
That’s Old Xinger’s purpose for this trip.
He wants to extend his life!
However, organizing such a large-scale ceremony temporarily not only involves substantial manpower and resources, but Old Xinger’s timing is questionable; even if the ceremony were held, whether the Master of Hunting, busy with awakening affairs, would respond is unknown.
