Hail the King Chapter 1008

Chapter 1008: End of the Ancient Path (Part One)

Since this was spatial teleportation, Fei couldn't detect the location and coordinates of the previous portal, so he didn't know how far they traveled. However, at the most conservative estimate, it would be more than one million kilometers.

Great Priest Nash sang the battle songs of the orcs again.

In the ice and snow, streaks of light shined on the blood-red altar. Then, the vague shadow of an orc master who had a fishtail appeared. He went to the stone gate and tore open a blood-red tunnel in the void that led to the next destination.

“He is a true G.o.d of the Fish Clan. Unfortunately, even though he paid his life and created this altar, the Fish Clan didn't reach the [Banished Land]. To help other clans in the tribe survive, they let others go first and ended up battling to the death.”

Great Priest Nash knew everything about these 108 blood-red altars. Therefore, when the vague shadow of this orc master appeared, he introduced this figure to Fei in sadness.

“He is a G.o.d who deserves the respect of many people.” Fei and others in the envoy group of Chambord all bowed at this vague figure sincerely to pay their respect. “I believe that none of the orcs will forget about him.”

“That is for sure. The 108 statues inside the Beast G.o.d Palace hold the beliefs and spirits of the Behemoth Orc Tribe.” Although Great Priest Nash was sad, pride could still be seen on his face. “In this world, only the Behemoth Orc Tribe can have this kind of great and virtuous hero!”

Fei didn't respond, but he had to admit that in his mind.

Behemoth orcs was a great race that deserved others' respect, and many other races should learn from them.

“Let's go.” The orc masters dashed into the blood-red teleportation gate first.

After going through 33 similar blood-red teleportation altars, it was already dark in the night.

Everyone set up the temporary campsite inside the belly of a mountain that was relatively hidden.

Right now, they were close to the center of the Endless Sea of Forests. No one knew what kinds of terrifying demon beasts were living here, but their terrifying and powerful roars penetrated the stone walls, resonating in the internal s.p.a.ce of this mountain. These roars were enough to scare anyone, so no one was daring enough to go outside and check on these demon beasts.

According to the introductions given by Great Priest Nash, many orc masters died in the emigration from the Azeroth Continent 1,000 years ago. Except for the 108 true G.o.ds who sacrificed themselves and created the teleportation altars, many other orc masters died when battling the terrifying demon beasts at the center of the Endless Sea of Forests. After all, they had to make sure that the weaker orcs were safe, and they had to buy time for the altars to be created. Even a G.o.dly-king-level orc master of the Lion Clan was killed near this place.

Afterward, the orcs used the blood of this G.o.dly king of the Lion Clan and strengthened the stone walls of this s.p.a.ce inside the mountain. This was the only way that this mountain held up when those terrifying creatures. .h.i.t it, and that was why this internal s.p.a.ce wasn't discovered by others.

Now, Fei and the masters of Chambord didn't dare to underestimate the behemoth orcs.

Even though they didn't have many metal weapons, they devoured the delicious human food like hungry animals, and they were envious over everything at Chambord including the rough clothes of regular citizens…

These orcs looked like poor, ignorant b.u.mpkins who didn't have anything, but they had a great spirit, a superior belief, and an invincible will.

The Behemoth Orc Tribe was a terrifying and respectable force.

Chapter 1008: End of the Ancient Path (Part Two)

Nothing special happened during the night.

On the second day, the group started to activate blood-red altars and teleport from one place to the next.

It was evident that singing the battle songs of the orcs and opening the teleportation altars was an exhausting process. Even though Great Priest Nash was a demi-G.o.d, he was fatigued after opening 66 blood-red teleportation altars, and he couldn't hide the exhaustion on his face.

As a result, this group of people had to stay in the belly of a mountain for two days to rest before continuing the journey.

To Fei, this was an unimaginable spiritual pilgrimage, a search of moral or spiritual significance.

Every time Fei arrived before a blood-red altar, he felt like his blood boiled as he saw the vague soul figures of the true G.o.ds of the orcs from the ancient times and heard the moving and motivating stories that they left behind. Whenever that happened, Fei felt like he re-lived the scene where Martial Saint Krasic battled the martial saints of other empires and turned into ashes on the peak of Imperial Martial Saint Mountain, scattering himself over the land of Zenit.

The spiritual shocks that Fei experienced along the way solidified the king's desire to establish an alliance with the orcs.

Although they weren't of the same race and might have conflicts, Fei believed that this great tribe with unparalleled virtues was a trustworthy ally.

While going through the 108 blood-red teleportation altars, Fei didn't know how far he had traveled. He felt like he had never traveled this far in his entire life.

On the way, they experienced spring, summer, autumn, and winter, all four seasons, several times. This made the king feel like all the geographic knowledge that he learned on Earth started to make sense here. It seemed like the Azeroth Continent was a giant spherical planet many times larger than the sun in the solar system.

In all honesty, since this land was so large, Fei had thought that the flat earth theory worked here, and he once believed that this was a giant horizontal piece of land floating in a parallel universe.

About ten days later, the group finally reached the end of the Ancient Path of Blood of Behemoth.

After walking out of the last teleportation portal, they were inside a valley at a forest that had many trees.

The weather was nice, the trees were green, the water was cyan, the birds chirped, and the flowers bloomed. It was picturesque!

Under the lead of Great Priest Nash, the group walked out of the valley. In a short while, they heard loud splashing noises of waves.

When they walked to an open s.p.a.ce, Fei discovered that they finally arrived at the end of the Endless Sea of Forests. This was a coastline.

The ocean stretched to the horizon, and blue waves rolled on the surface. Giant seagulls flew and chirped in the sky, adding to the beauty of the scenery. For these people who had been living simple lives in the last ten days or so, this was a great change.

“Huh? Are we here already?” Flatterer Oleg looked around and laughed, “This place looks great! There aren't terrifying demon beasts around, and there are mountains, trees, water, beach…”

Before Oleg could finish, giant waves that were more than 100 meters tall suddenly appeared on the rumbling sea.

Further away, two terrifying sea creatures appeared on the surface as they roared and battled. Each of them was more than 1,000 meters long, and their roars were ear-deafening. As they battled, streaks of powerful energy dashed into the area.

Oleg instantly paled due to fear, and his legs turned to jelly before his fat b.u.t.t landed on the ground.

The orc masters all started laughing.

Oleg scratched his head in embarra.s.sment and said, “Alright, just ignore what I said and think that I didn't speak.”

“In this sea, there are many terrifying demon beasts that can rival demi-G.o.ds. Deeper into the ocean, there are quite a lot of existences that are even more powerful. Some of them are amphibians; they would stay in the sea during the day and go on land at night. Although most of the sea creatures here are mild, some are vicious and murderous. The Behemoth Orc Tribe had stayed at this place in ancient times, but they had to continue the emigration. This place isn't suitable for intelligent races to inhabit.”