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"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

A group of orcs in black robes were circling around a towering tree as thick as a football field.

Orcs are as small as dust.

From the temple on the top of the mountain, heart-rending howls came from the temple.

The leading black-robed orc stopped praying and handed the smoking log in his hand to the orc following him.

Behind him, the orc with a gray feather immediately knelt down and took the wood solemnly with both hands.

When the leading orc was completely invisible, he slowly stood up, raised his head high, and led the twelve orcs to continue walking around the big tree.

The leading black-robed orc hurriedly slipped in through a small door in the temple.

There were three black-robed orcs inside. Two of them immediately knelt down when they saw the white feathers on the heads of the black-robed orcs who came in.

But the leading black-robed orc ignored the two kneeling men and instead accelerated his pace towards the orc whose back was turned to him.

"What's wrong?" The old voice was very nervous.

The orc with his back turned slowly turned his head, his eyes under the black hood were closed, and blood was flowing under his eyelids.

With his mouth wide open, he spat out one word in panic: "Father!"

"what happened to you?"

Old and withered fingers stretched out from the black robe, firmly holding the orc with his eyes closed and bleeding, and asked anxiously.

"Father!" After several attempts, he could still only utter one word. His eyelids trembled a few times and finally opened.

"what…"

The old voice screamed in sorrow and despair, frightening several black crows in the tree.

The black-robed orc was walking around the big tree holding the smoking log.

Hear sounds.

He just looked sideways in one direction, moved the corners of his mouth, then lowered his head, hiding his face in the hood.

He steadily led the long team and continued to surround him.

In the temple, the black-robed orc wearing white feathers fell to the ground with soft feet, looking in disbelief.

"you you…"

The two orcs who were originally kneeling moved to the side of the white-feathered orc on his knees to support him, fearing that he might fall.

The other one stood up and helped the orc next to the Water Moon Basin aside.

His eyes accidentally glanced at the face, and saw that the orc's eye sockets were empty, the eyeballs were gone, and there were only bloody holes in the two eye sockets, bleeding.

He was so frightened that he staggered and almost fell down.

The old orc wearing white feathers seemed to have calmed down. "Help me up!" he ordered the orc kneeling next to him.

The orc who was kneeling on the ground immediately helped the white-feathered orc up after receiving the order.

The white-feathered orc looked at the orc without two eyeballs, his heart ached, and he took a deep breath, "You, come here too."

The two orcs supported the white-feathered orc, one on the left and the other on the right, and came to the side of the Water Moon Basin.

"Thank you for your sacrifice!"

The two orcs heard the old voice, but before they could react, their hearts were penetrated by their arms.

With one grab and one pull, the bloody, freshly beating heart passed through the shattered ribs and was pulled out from their chest cavity.

The two orcs opened their frightened eyes, with expressions of disbelief on their faces, and then their bodies fell straight backwards.

With his eyes open, his eyeballs were still moving left and right, and his mind was still showing the scene just now. Gradually, his mind became numb, became cold, and finally calmed down.

The white-feathered orc threw his two steaming hearts into the mirror-calm Water Moon Basin.

The basin is about the size of five orcs. It is said to be a basin, but it is actually something like a water tank. It is half orc tall and has a black-gray appearance and an unknown material. It is filled with silver water.

Two hearts entered the silver water.

The silver water, as calm as a mirror, suddenly turned into waves.

It forms from the outer ring to the inner ring, and finally vibrates like boiling water. The shock wave becomes faster and faster. Some small silver water particles float slowly, condense above, and finally form a silver moon.

The white-feathered beast muttered obscure and incomprehensible spells, speaking faster and faster.

A buzzing sound erupted from the basin, like the sound of a copper bell striking, long-lasting, and like the roar of a dragon in the abyss!

The silver moon above the water moon basin sank into the silver water with the buzzing sound.

Everything was as peaceful as before.

Not long after, a stream of black smoke rose up from the calm Water Moon Basin, swayed, and flew directly towards the orc who had lost his eyes, drilling into the top of his head.

"Woo!" The orc made a muffled sound as if his neck was being strangled.

When he opened his eyes again, black eyes grew again in the empty eye sockets, and the whites of the eyes were also black.

There were only traces of wet blood on his face, proving that there were only two blood holes there just now.

"Beast Father!"

The white-feathered orc picked up a red feather from the marble floor and pinned it on his hood.

"What's going on?" the old voice asked weakly.

The red-feathered orc's black eyes were full of evil, "I sensed the traces of the goddess."

The white-feathered orc's cloudy eyes lit up: "Are you awake?"

"Yes, based on the smell, that's why I found her."

"Why is it like this?" The wrinkled old face had a sinister expression, like a poisonous snake.

"Because I met him, that damn red eye." The red-feathered orc gritted his teeth.

"He's not dead yet. He hasn't been eaten by wild beasts. He can still transform. That damn orc killed a hundred thousand black crows on me and I was bitten back."

The white-feathered orc's eyes lit up again, and he smiled sinisterly.

"Great, two pieces of good news. Are they together?"

"Yes! Beast Father, what's there to be happy about? That red-eyed, white-eyed wolf should be damned."

"No." The white-feathered orc shook his head, "He is still useful. He sends out the earth beasts to follow them."

"Don't kill?" the red-feathered orc asked jealously, feeling indignant.

The white-feathered orc showed a sinister smile and comforted him: "He will die, but not now. When his role is used up, how about letting you cut him with one stone and one stone to vent your hatred?"

"Okay, Beastfather."

The white-feathered orc looked at the orc corpse on the ground and said, "Call A Chou to clean up the aftermath. These two orcs will feed the black crows."

"I got it, Beast Father."