Seth, the dark weaver, was very puzzled. He was walking in his colorful robe, his sharp beak making a series of unknown notes from time to time.

The Crow people are the intelligent life of birds, just like their names, but in this era they have long lost their ability to fly. They only retain the bird's flesh crown, sharp beak and sharp claw-like hands and feet on their limbs.

The personality and habits of the Crow Man make them like to wear colorful clothes very much, which seems to remind them of the glorious past of their own tribe, but they have no aesthetic concepts, which leads to the mixed colorful strips of cloth and feathers. The higher the status and strong force of the Crow Man, the more clothes they wear, the more like rags they pick up!

Seth, the dark weaver, thought for a long time before he pondered: "The oldest classics may have mentioned that I seem to have some impression: You slow down your itinerary, I will go back and check the information!"

A group of crows left the army and began to run back, with feathers and ragged clothes mixed together, looking bloated and messy.

Seth, the dark weaver, hurried back to the raven city of Skritis. Their team looking for oracles had just set off, and was not far from the city at this time. In the early morning of the next day, he hurried back to the camp.

Instead of telling his answer first, he asked anxiously: "Did the later oracle appear again?"

The King of Claws replied with certainty: "Yes, the dream of last night was also very clear."

"What did He say?"

"Flame, rebirth, the sky, the glory and pride of the crow man! Her eyes are really bright! Like the stars in the night sky!" King Aigis, the sharp claws, tried hard to recall, and it could be seen that this dream touched him a lot.

Seth, the dark weaver, was instantly excited when he heard the word ‘her’: “Did she say her name?”

Aigis, the king of the claws, did not know whether his memory was correct. He hesitated and said: "It seems that it is the king of the sun and the flame, a very long title."

Seth, the Dark Weaver, almost strangled him to death: "Name, say the name!"

"Rukma!" said the King of Claws with certainty.

Seth, the dark weaver who had been walking all night, sat heavily on the ground. He could see that he breathed a sigh of relief, sweating, and his expression was filled with an indescribable excitement.

"That's the god of the Crow Man clan, she has disappeared in time, but she didn't expect that she was still there." After being excited, she was confused again, and always felt that things didn't seem simple.

Their previous division of labor was very clear. The King of Claws was responsible for military operations, and the Dark Weaver was responsible for making suggestions. At this time, the two leaders of the Crow Man were a little distracted. There were no oracles at ordinary times. Now the oracles are here, and there are two, one for them to go to the northwest and the other for them to go to the southeast!

The northwest is Auckinton occupied by the undead and orcs? What's there?

The southeast? The southeast has entered the void? I heard from the elders of the tribe that the southeast used to be a dense forest of crows, but it has disappeared with the explosion of the sky and the earth.

The two were very entangled.

Seth, the Dark Weaver, had to ask Aigis, the King of Claws, in detail: "The voice that asked you to go to the northwest said what are you?"

"Saying I am the reincarnation of Tyrok, the King of Claws!" It was to make himself more in line with this reincarnation, that Eggis worked hard to put himself in the title of King of Claws.

Tarok is a hero of the Crow Man clan. He established the modern Crow Man Empire and is the well-deserved king of this clan. Unfortunately, the king's fate was not good. The king's power was defeated by the divine power. He clashed with the ruling sacrifice. The king was eventually exiled and walked into the shadow alone.

Many people say that Tyrok is dead, but some people think that the king is not dead yet.

Of course, Aigis, the king of sharp claws, hoped that this former king would die, otherwise his reincarnation would be untenable.

Seth, the dark weaver, was not interested in Tyrok. He was a priest, and naturally opposed the royal power. At this time, he spoke cautiously: "What did the person in the southeast say?"

"She said she was willing to teach me knowledge and magic that I could not imagine! Let me be her supreme priest?"

Seth, the dark weaver, lowered his head and hid his facial expressions.

After a long time, he spoke: "We cannot give up hope, and we cannot give up any hope. You continue to go to the northwest to find the oracle of Tyrok, and I go to the southeast to find this Rukma."

After negotiation, the two officially divided their troops. Aegis, the king of sharp claws, took his men to Augington in the northwest to find enlightenment of the previous king.

Seth, the Dark Weaver, went southeast to search for the ancient god Rukma of the Crowman clan in the mountains at the junction of the Tyroka Forest and Shadow Moon Valley.

"Idiot!" Seth, the dark weaver, looked at Aigis, the king of the claws, who was away, with indifference in his eyes.

They are not close friends, they just gather together because of common interests. Now of course they have to choose the path that is most beneficial to them.

He belonged to the Crow priests who exiled Tyrok. His camp was naturally in conflict. There was no way before, but now he had a choice, so of course he would choose his own camp.

On the night when the two sides were officially separated, he also received Rukma's oracle. The route was very clear. He believed that it was because he was more pious. Compared with the King of Claws who had been challenging the rights of the Crow Man priests, he trusted more the mother of the Crow Man, the sun god who was once the head of the three Drano beasts, and the firebird Rukma!

The Crowman had long lost the ability to fly and climbed the mountains with his slender limbs, which was a serious test for their physical strength and willpower. However, Seth, the dark weaver, still gritted his teeth and forced himself to trek among the mountains with his followers.

The surrounding environment became hotter and hotter, and Seth, the dark weaver, also gained some knowledge in his dreams. The modern Crow Man's ridiculously broken knowledge system was completed. Although he did not understand the meaning of many contents at all, the energy in his body was still growing at a very fast rate.

This further strengthened his pilgrimage-like determination.

The day after climbing the mountains, the fallen people appeared. Without hesitation, he abandoned the crows who could not keep up with his footsteps and continued to move towards the depths of the mountains.

On the seventh day of entering the mountains or volcanoes, there was no follower around him, but his spirit became more and more excited.
Chapter completed!