Although she has felt increasingly uneasy every time she walked on this road in recent years, this time Kashul's mother was driven away by excitement. She once led countless young men and women through this journey and completed the last part of the chéngrén ceremony, but she has never seen any young man summoned by the soul of her ancestors. She is old but still has not lost her curiosity.

For young people, it only takes a few hours to reach the destination, while the old people spend nearly a day. When dusk gradually descends, the holy mountain finally appears in sight. Kashul Zong's mother looked up at the familiar outline of the holy mountain and couldn't help but smile. The ridge of Woshuku is not as uneven as other mountains. Its top is a perfect triangle. Its surface is shining with the light of the sun, shining like crystal, which is very different from the surrounding landform. A long time ago, it descended from the sky, the soul of the ancestors.

Then she was attracted; because in this way, the orcs built their living place under its sacred shadow. No matter how the souls of the ancestors had had their disputes and differences during their lifetime, they were one in this mountain. She knew that she would return here soon, but no longer as a staggering and old woman. This would be her last visit in this old body; next time, Kashul would come as a member of the soul. He would connect like a bird, with no worries in his heart, and cleanse his soul.

"What's wrong, Zong Mother?" Durotan asked, her young voice full of concern. She blinked and pulled Shenyou's thoughts back to reality. She smiled slightly at him.

"Nothing." She assured him sincerely.

When they reached the foot of the mountain, the sunset had been replaced by the deep night shadows. They were preparing to camp here tonight, and they began to climb the mountain at dawn. Durotan was wrapped in the fur of the Tabu sheep who had just hunted not long ago and fell asleep first. Kashul's mother looked at him lovingly. His dream must be the innocence of only a teenager who was ignorant of the world. And she, she would not dream tonight; if she wanted to accept the teachings of her ancestors, her mind must remain absolutely clear.

The climbing along the long mountain road is more exhausting than the long journey from home to the bottom of the mountain; Kashul was very pleased with the support of her solid cane and Durotan's strong arms. However, today, her steps seemed to be more steady than Pingri and her breathing was smoother. It seemed that the soul of the ancestor was pulling her forward, supporting her old ** with the power of her soul.

They stopped in front of the sacred cave. The entrance of the cave was a perfect oval, embedded on the smooth surface of the holy mountain. Kashul felt as if he had walked into the womb of the earth, as usual. Durotan tried hard to appear braver, but in the end he was just a little nervous. She didn't smile. He should have been nervous. He was summoned to the holy land by a long-dead ancestor, and even she could not remain indifferent.

She lit a bunch of hay, and the bundles emitted a spicy and sweet smell. She waved the bundle of grass in her hand and let the smoke cover Durotan to show her purification. Then she took out a small leather bag with a plug, which properly kept the blood that Durotan's father had dedicated to the ceremony. She applied the blood on him, put her thin hands on his flat and low eyebrows, whispered blessings, and nodded.

"You also know that almost all those who were summoned to the ancestors went on the shamanic path." She said seriously. Durotan nodded with his big brown eyes. "I don't know what will happen later. Maybe nothing will happen. But if something really happens, you should know how to pay attention to your behavior and show the due respect for our beloved deceased."

Durotan swallowed and nodded again. He took a deep breath and stood up straight. At this moment, Kashul saw the shadow of the future patriarch from his untouched figure.

They entered the cave together, and Kashul walked in front and lit the torches arranged on the wall. The orange-yellow fire reflected the spiraling and descending road, which had been smoothed by the orcs' feet that had been stepped on for many years. Several steps appeared from time to time on the road to make the pilgrim's footsteps more stable. This acupoint is always cool and pleasant, and warmer than the outdoors of Dongri. Kashul stroked his hand across the wall, recalling the scene when he first came here many years ago, remembering how he entered the tunnel with his mother's blood on his face, his eyes wide open in surprise and expectation, and his heart was beating wildly.

Finally, the road no longer descended. Going forward, there were no torches on the walls. Durotan looked at her in confusion.

"We don't have to bring the fire to our ancestors," Kashul explained. They walked on the smooth road ahead and walked into the darkness. Durotan was not afraid, but as they walked out of the warmth of the flames, there was indeed a trace of doubt on his face.

They had already walked into the darkness where they could not see their fingers. Kashul took Durotan's hand and led him forward. His thick and powerful fingers gently held her hand. Even in this situation, he did not hold my hand tightly, for fear of pinching me to hurt. She thought. The next patriarch of the Frost Wolf clan had a considerate heart.

They moved forward in silence. Then... like the dawn after the long night, the faint light quietly enveloped the two. Kashul could vaguely see the outline of the young man beside her. He was very young than her, but he had already had the majestic body of chéngrén. They continued to move forward, and with each step the light became stronger. Kashul looked at Durotan. She was already familiar with the strange scenes in the cave where the soul of the ancestors lived; now, she wanted to see Durotan's reaction.

He widened his eyes, looked around, and took a breath. The light came out of a pool of water in the cave, as if covering everything with a soft silver gauze. Everything in the cave was smooth and soft, with a faint light, without any sudden bulge, without a rough surface. Kashul felt that familiarity, pure peace flowed throughout her body, as usual. She quietly let Durotan see enough. The cave was extremely huge, from the Koshharge Festival

The drum and dance are still big. Countless tunnels on all four walls lead to places that Kashul never dared to get involved. It should be so big, otherwise how could it accommodate the souls of every orc who had lived in the world? She walked towards the pool, and he followed her, paying attention to her every move. She put down the package she carried on and signaled him to do the same. Kashul carefully took out a few water bags and opened them one by one. He murmured a prayer and poured the water in the bag into the pool with gloomy light.

"When we set out, you asked why we brought these water bags." She told Durotan softly. "Because the water in this place does not belong here. Since a long time ago, we have begun to dedicate holy water to the souls of our ancestors. Every time we come here, we have to contribute to the holy pond. But the water in the holy pond never evaporates like the water in ordinary caves, and I can't explain the reason. This is the power of the Soul Mountain."

After the water bag was empty, she sat down by the pool and stared into the deep pool water. Durotan learned her movements. She looked at the reflection in the water to make sure both of them were in the right position. At first, she could only see her and Durotan's faces; their facial features were reflected in the glowing pool water, looking like ghosts.

Then another figure joined them. Grandfather Talkra appeared beside her out of thin air, and his reflection in the water was as clear as both of them. She and his reflection intersected with each other, showing a knowing smile.

She looked up at him. Durotan was still staring at Chishui, as if trying to find the answer from it. Kashul's heart sank slightly, but immediately secretly rebuked himself. If Durotan could not become a shaman, this matter could not be changed. Even if he did not follow the path of a shaman, he was born to be a leader, and he would have a bright future.

"I have a great-granddaughter for countless generations." Talkra said. His tone has never been so gentle. "At my request, you brought him."

The old man's vain soul leaned against an equally vain stick and slowly walked around Durotan. The young orc was still staring at the pool. Kashul looked at them attentively, one was the late ancestor of the Frost Wolf clan, and the other was the young man who inherited the position of patriarch. Durotan fought a cold war and looked around. Obviously, he was wondering why the air suddenly became cold. Kashul smiled silently. Although he could not see the soul of his ancestor, he could feel the existence of Talkra.

"You can't see him," she said with a little sadness.

Durotan suddenly raised his head, his nose wings fluttered. He stood up quickly, in the dark light of the cave. His fangs looked a little blue, and his skin was stained with a layer of green.

"Yes, Zong Mother, I... can't see him. The soul of the ancestor...he is here?"

"Yes, he is by your side." Kashul said. She turned to Talkra's soul, "I bring him here as you asked. What did you see from him?"

Durotan swallowed hard and stood up straight. The soul of his ancestors paced around him with thoughtful thoughts.

"I felt... something." Talkra said. "I thought he would become a shaman, but since he could not see me now, he would never go on this path. However, although he could not communicate with the souls of the ancestors and could not call on the help of the spirit of the element, he was still born with an unusual mission. He would become a great man of the Frost Wolf clan... a great man of the entire orc."

"Will he become a... hero?" Kashul asked, holding his breath. Every orc would strive to follow the principles of bravery and glory, but only a very small number of people could engrave their names in history and be praised by later generations. Hearing her words, Durotan took a breath, and an expression of expectation appeared on his face.

"I can't say it," Talkra said, frowned slightly. "Teach him well, Kashul, because one thing is certain: his blood will bring redemption."

Talk stretched out a hand of nothingness and gently stroked Durotan's cheek with a gentleness she had never seen before. Durotan's eyes widened, and Kashul could see that he was trying to resist the instinct of retreating, controlling himself from shrinking under the touch of his soul.

Then, Talkra disappeared like steam. Kashul staggered for a moment - she always forgot how the power of the ancestor's soul helped her support her old body. Durotan stepped beside her and held her arm. She was very grateful for the strength of the young man.

"My mother, are you okay?" he asked. She grabbed his arm and nodded. The first thing he cared about was her, not what his ancestors had commented on him. She pondered the words and decided not to say those words to Durotan. Although Durotan was rational and kind-hearted, she still dared not take risks. Such a prophecy was enough to corrupt the most innocent heart.

His blood will bring salvation.

"I'm fine," she comforted, "but this old bone is useless, and the power of the ancestors is so powerful."

"I wish I could see him," Durotan's voice felt a hint of desire. "But...but I know, I feel him."

"Indeed, this is a height that most people cannot reach." Kashul said.

"Zong Mother... Can you tell me what he said? About--about me becoming a hero?"

He wanted to be calm and mature, but his words still unconsciously exuded a scent of pleading. She didn't blame him. After all, who doesn't want to leave a name in history? Who doesn't want his story to be passed down? If he didn't have such an idea, he wouldn't be an orc.

"Grandfather Talkra said that he was not sure," she admitted. Durotan nodded and cleverly hid his disappointment. She originally wanted to say this, but something prompted her to speak again: "You have a mission to complete. Durotan, son of Galad. Don't die foolishly in the battle before completing the mission."

He giggled, "I can't help the clan, but I plan to serve the people well."

"Since that's the case, the future patriarch," Kashul also smiled, "You'd better start thinking about finding a partner."

So since the two of them went out, Durotan showed a completely panic expression for the first time. Kashul laughed.

The fourth chapter of "The Rise of the Tribe" is finally finished. Although it doesn't sound like a lot, the little guys are very happy. After all, this plot is finally over, right?

Seeing the little guys breathing a sigh of relief, Zoer shook his head slightly, and smiled, "Okay, are you satisfied with the story? We should continue!"

"Yes~~~" the little guys agreed and began to walk back.

Of course, this place is also very troublesome!

Looking at the passage in front of me, to be precise, there are a large number of bugs in the passage, the ordinary monster Vikny who is black all over and the larger monster Vikny who is blue all over!

Everyone has to do one move and take a deep breath!

The poor man touched his chin and said, "This is the second time we are fighting here? Wouldn't you tell me about the specific way to play?"

Zhuoer rolled his eyes and said, "We hit this passage for several hours last time! Did you forget so quickly?"

"Forget it? How is that possible?" the little guys shook their heads in unison and said, "We just need your old man's explanation to deepen our memory? Master. Can it?"

The little guys didn't sound like any problem, but the tone of that voice is so weird?

Zhuoer knew very well that these little guys had obviously started to dig pits for him, and ignored them at the moment, but smiled and said, "I will say it if you don't mention it! Don't worry, after all, we've just gotten into this place, right?"

Zhuoer said, but he was sighing in his heart. These little guys were reacting faster and faster! He originally planned to trick a few people while they hadn't recalled the memory of this channel. Now, it's great!

He was mumbling in his heart, but Zhuoer said, "Actually, the way through this channel was discussed by Jiasan and Maomaoyu. I will tell you in detail here, and everyone will listen carefully!"

"Yeah, yeah!" The little guys nodded one after another.

Zhuoer continued: "The way to pass this passage is very simple. First, everyone rides on the mount, and the soldiers take the lead. The others follow each other and rush forward together for a while, then stop and start cleaning up the small insects! After cleaning up these small insects, continue to walk back and forth for a while and then clean up a batch of small insects. This road goes back and forth. It should be noted that when we rush in to clean up these small insects, we need to pay attention to the following points. First, when rushing in, the soldiers should take the lead to resist beating.

Some, secondly, everyone should follow the steps of the big group and not be beaten down. The third point is that the healers should pay attention to. We have never been here, but the road we just saw cannot be completed at once. Therefore, the healers must increase the blood volume of the team. If people die here, there is no way to save them! In addition, everyone should try to ensure that the network should be stable, otherwise it will be easily stuck. Then, it will be no different from dead people." After a long breath, Zhuoer said slightly, gasping for breath, "Do you understand what I said?"

The little guys were silent for a moment before saying, "I understand!"

Zhuoer nodded and said, "Very good. Since everyone understands it, everyone will all buff and prepare to rush! Well, by the way, Serena Williams, do you still remember the last safest position?" Nao Nao, Zhuoer still knew the serious business. He was a little worried that Rowe had forgotten the safe position that rushed out of the passage.

Rowe nodded and said, "Don't worry, second brother, I still remember it!"

"That's good," Zoer nodded with satisfaction and said with a smile: "Since that's the case, then when you finally break out of the passage, remember to follow Serena Williams closely! Never surpass him. You must know that the tenacious Van Crys has a very wide vision, so don't be careful and you will add it!"

"Boss, we know!" the little guys continued to nod.

In fact, when Zhuoer just said that through this channel method, the memory in their minds has been almost restored, and they probably thought about it when they fight monsters next!

After everyone was ready, the jingying group had the tragic song of the warrior Loway Saruo and other soldiers who rushed into the passage under the order of Zhuoer.

Didn't go far in the passage. After seeing that he pulled two jingweikney soldiers, he immediately shouted: "Okay! Okay, don't go forward. Although most of them are ordinary bugs, there are two jingweikwans here. You guys must pull them for me. Never let them hit the rest of us! The treatment is all bloody! The mage immediately frost star! After leaving a few steps, he will directly aoe! Everyone moves faster, and the worms will be refreshed soon. After cleaning up later, as long as they leave the battle, they will get off the horse and leave. Don't be in the dark. If anyone falls behind, I will deduct anyone dkp, and commit this problem and go directly to the substitute."

"I know!" Zhuoer's words made the little guys move very quickly!

After all, it would be fine to deduct DKP, but it would be too embarrassing to produce this magical power!

The wizard's Stormwind City and the warlock's Rain of Fire fell instantly, and the blood volume of the insects in front of them began to fall.

"All treatments are added to the blood! Don't kill anyone!"

“DPS all speed up a little!”

"T, you can pull these little bugs! The thief clicked out these jing monsters alone!"

Zhuoer kept commanding, and soon, after the first wave of the last bug turned over, a line of words passed by everyone.

Get out of the battle!

"Go up the mount!" cried Zoer.

Swipe! Everyone got on the mount immediately!

"Go!"

With Zoer's scream, Rowe rushed forward first!

The others immediately followed! In such a place, once they left the team, they would definitely be dead and dead!

After running forward for a while, Zhuoer shouted again.

"Seal Wei! Stop! T quickly pull the little bug! The mage immediately frost star! Just aoe! Everyone moves quickly! All treatments are added! Don't let people fall in love!"

"I know!"

Although it was the first time I had this channel to be launched today, the little guys finally destroyed it here many times. As long as the little guys' network does not have any problems, they will almost never die!

This is what I saw, two waves of monsters in a row. The previous time, no one was dead, and this time it seemed that the same was true!

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Chapter completed!