As soon as the old orc said something, many chiefs pricked their ears, even the great chief standing behind him was no exception.

"You all know that our beast tribe once dominated the Arad continent. At that time, even the extinct dragon tribe had to give us three points at that time. The beast tribe at that time was the first race in the Arad continent. Then, eight thousand years ago, our beast tribe was rushed to the orc prairie by the sudden rise of human race overnight. Even the name of this continent was changed to the current Arad continent. Do you know the reason?" the old orc asked slowly.

When each chieftain heard the old orc's question, he looked at me and I looked at you, looking puzzled, only the strong chieftain fell into thinking.

Seeing this, the old orc sighed, "Oh, it seems that you have forgotten it after a long time."

"Please also make clear to the high priest."

"The reason is very simple, because at that time, something very strange happened inside our beast clan, and this incident also led to the decline of our beast clan."

"High Priest, are you talking about the Night of the God of Death?" the chief suddenly interrupted and asked.

The old orc looked at the chief in surprise and said, "It seems that someone still remembers this. What's your name, the young chief?"

The chief respectfully saluted and replied, "My name is Dumont, and I am the 187th chief of the orcs."

"It's been 187. Time flies so fast. When I was still a shaman in the tribe, the chief was only 160 times at that time." The old orc murmured.

Little did he know that his sigh caused a storm in Dumont's heart. You should know that the chief of the Beast tribe has only changed in twenty years. In other words, the high priest who appeared in the first time in these chiefs has lived for at least three hundred years.

Thinking of this, the chiefs respected the old orcs in front of them more.

"Okay, let's put other things aside for now. Let me tell you why the strength of my beast clan dropped so quickly after the Night of the God of Fallen. Because that night, the most powerful race in our beast clan and the most demigods all fell bizarrely overnight. This is the origin of the Night of the God of Fallen."

The strongest race?

Dumont lowered his big head and thought, suddenly, a taboo word poured into his brain. He raised his head, looked at the old orc in horror and said, "High Priest, are you talking about the Bemon clan called the King of Land War?"

"That's right."

The old orc nodded and said, "Although the number of people in the Bimon clan is small, each adult Bimon clan has the most strength at the holy level, and the strongest can even reach the peak of the demigod. Therefore, in the era when the Bimon clan existed, our beast clan was invincible and dominated the entire continent."

"Have the truth about the Night of the God of Fallen? What exactly caused the fall of the Bemon clan?" Dumont asked.

The old orc shook his head, "No, since then, every high priest has investigated this matter, but no result was found until they returned to the arms of the beast god. And I am no exception. I have been investigating this matter since the day I took over as the high priest, but during the investigation, I discovered something that is enough to change the current situation of our beast tribe. This thing is also the purpose of my order for you to launch this war."

"What?"

"That's it." After the old orc said that, he took out a yellow stone from his arms and handed it to Dumont.

Dumont took the stone and looked carefully for a long time before tentatively saying, "High Priest, this kind of stone is not the most common sulfhydryl stone in the human empire, right?"

"That's right." The old orc nodded.

"This kind of stone is everywhere, especially in places where fire elements are abundant. I don't understand what the use of this kind of stone can be? Even in war, this kind of stone will not be used as a material for attack or defense, because it is too crisp and can be crushed with a slight pinch." Dumont said inexplicably.

"Then you pinch it and see what will happen." The old orc looked at Dumont with a smile.

When Dumont heard this, he didn't say much. He grabbed the sulfite in his hand and directly broke into powder.

Seeing this, the old orc slowly squatted down and tumbling through the powder for a while, and pulled out a small blood-red bead from it.

"High Priest, what is this thing?"

"This is what I told you that the treasure that can change the current situation of our beast clan. I call it the Blood Essence Bead." said the old orc.

Blood semen beads?

Dumont looked at the little bead in the old orc's palm, and an unspeakable desire rose from his heart, as if the little bead was a peerless treasure, constantly attracting Dumont. No, to be precise, it attracted the blood flowing in Dumont's body.

Gudong

After swallowing, Dumont finally suppressed his body's desire and asked, "High Priest, what is this blood semen bead? Why do I feel that its attraction to me is so huge?"

After saying that, Dumont circulated the fighting spirit in his body to suppress the primitive impulse, and at the same time a powerful aura emanated from his body and rushed towards the many chiefs behind him.

If Dumont is like this, this big chief, let alone those little chiefs who are not as strong as Dumont. If Dumont had not been suppressing them with his momentum, they would have rushed up to grab the blood semen beads long ago.

The old orc smiled hoarsely and said, "The blood semen beads are condensed from the blood of the Beamon clan. For the blood in your body, the blood of the Beamon clan is naturally much stronger, so it is very attractive to you."

"The blood of the Bemon clan? How can there be something that the Bemon clan blood clan coagulates in this sulfhydryl stone?"

"I'm not very clear about the reason, but after checking the notes of high priests of all generations, I can infer a rough idea from it. That is, the Bemon tribe conquered the entire continent during the dominance of our beast tribe. The blood sprinkled in the battle soaked these lands. After thousands of years of accumulation, this blood semen bead was formed." said the old orc.

"Even if this blood semen bead is clotted by the blood of the Bimon clan, the Bimon clan has disappeared, and it is useless for us to ask for this thing." Dumont looked at the old orc in confusion.

The old orc shook his head and said, "Who told you that the Bemons's Clan was exterminated."

"High Priest, do you mean?" Dumont looked at the old orc in surprise, and said with a hint of trembling voice: "There are still living Bemon clan members now? If that's the case, the beast god will bless me."

"No, there are no living Bemon clan members now." The old orc interrupted Dumont's fantasy, and Dumont looked disappointed when he heard this.

"But." The old orc changed his voice, "I found a tribe with 30% of the bloodline in my body."

"Is that person? Where is that tribe? "The chief looked at the old orc in a hurry.

The old orc picked up the bone staff in his hand and said, "Come out, Xiao Meng."

The curtain behind the tent was lifted, and a young man less than two meters tall walked out, saluted the old orc respectfully, and then stood in the middle of the tent without saying a word.

"This...human?!!" Dumont was very surprised.

He thought the tribe members mentioned by the high priest were lucky in which tribe, but he didn't expect that they were a thin human.

"High Priest, are you not kidding? This human being is so thin. No matter how I look at it, I don't look like a person with 30% bloodline. Moreover, he is not a member of our tribe, but a lowly human." A little chief said in a muffled voice.

The old orc turned his head to look at the young man and ordered, "Xiao Meng, let this chief see the great bloodline in your body."

The young man nodded, walked to the chief who was asking the question with a cold face. He hugged his fists indifferently, and then his murderous aura appeared in his eyes. He raised his right hand and punched the orc chief in front of him.

When the orc chief saw the human in front of him swing such a light punch, his expression of contempt in his eyes became even stronger. He casually reached out to block it.

Oh

The coldness in the young man's eyes became even stronger, and a strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. His right hand, which was clenched into a fist, suddenly flashed with blood.

"Harry is careful!"

Seeing this, Dumont reminded loudly.

But it was obviously too late. Before the young man's fist had reacted from Dumont's reminder, the young man's fist had already hit his blocking arm.

Click

The sound of bone shattering is extremely crisp.

At the same time, Harryin's entire right hand instantly turned into powder, and the bones were mixed with blood and residue splattered everywhere in the tent.

"ah!"

Harry rolled his eyes and fainted from a painful cry.

Swish swish swish

Seeing this, the other little chiefs in the tent took out their weapons and pointed at the indifferent young man.

"Rareless! Are you going to rebel?" Dumont yelled.

After Dumont yelled, many young chiefs reacted and knelt on the ground to accuse the old orcs.

"High priest, we are wrong. We should not show our weapons before you. Please forgive us for our disrespect. But please also give us a sage order and punish this damned human who hurt Harryin."

"What should I do? Do you need to teach me?" A cold light flashed in the old orc's eyes.

"Don't dare, don't dare."

The little chiefs below accused them repeatedly.

The old orc sighed, "Get up and find a few tribe members to carry Harryin down for treatment. If you hadn't had to see Xiao Meng's strength, Harryin wouldn't have been like this."

"What the High Priest said is very good, and I am waiting for it, so please forgive me." Dumont said first.

The old orc glanced at the young man and signaled him to retreat. The young man nodded and turned around and walked into the big tent.

After the young man's figure disappeared, the old orc said slowly: "I know you are all wondering why the tribe members with 30% blood in the Behemoth are humans. Since the war has begun, I will tell you the truth."

"Please also make clear to the high priest."

"Although Xiao Meng is a human, he has been abandoned by humans since he was a child. By chance, I discovered that he was raised by a group of demon wolves. Under the guidance of the beast god, I brought him back to the temple for raising him. On the night when he became an adult a year ago, I got enlightenment from the beast god and awakened the Bemon bloodline in his body."

"So that's it. Since there is the revelation of the Beast God, he is undoubtedly our tribe member." Dumont said.

"Through the revelation of the Beast God, I learned that the Bemon bloodline in Xiao Meng's body can continue to awaken."

"Really? Is it the High Priest you are talking about the blood semen beads?" Dumont suddenly looked at the old orc in anticipation.

"Yes, this is exactly why I ordered you to launch this war and capture those humans alive. Because not all sulfites contain blood semen beads. So if you want to collect a sufficient number of blood semen beads, you have to extract them from a large amount of sulfite. The area with the richest sulfite in the human empire is this Yanhuo Hill. We need a lot of coolies to dig for us. After all, we can't let our soldiers do this coolies work." said the old orc.

"High Priest Gao Ming, I will ask my tribesmen to drive away all the humans in the camp to dig sulfone and extract blood semen beads." Dumont and the little chiefs clasped their fists and said.

"Go."

The old orc gave an order, and Dumont and others respectfully withdrew from the tent.

"As long as you have enough blood semen beads, Xiao Meng's bloodline can awaken to a higher level. At that time, an invincible king of land war will appear in my beast clan." The old orc murmured.
Chapter completed!