Chapter 46 Are There Orcs that Grew Out of the Ground?

When the other children were lying on the cleft-hoofed cowhide and were ordered to go to bed.

Amuqwa had already left the Warsong Clan's residence with Nergo.

This is also a tradition: when the first feast is over, the shamans of each clan will leave to climb the sacred mountain of Oshu'gun that watches over their joy, go into the cave, and receive the teachings of the elemental spirits and the souls of the ancestors.

"This is really unexpected." Amuqwa smiled. As we all know, the Warsong Clan is famous for its distrust of foreigners and extreme pride, but he has a friend in the Warsong Clan.

From the gazes of other orcs on the road, it can be seen that they are a little surprised by this strange orc combination.

Some people may feel a little uneasy about the friendship between the two young people. In the minds of many orcs: it is because of their isolation that each clan maintains its own mystery and allows all clans to have peace.

However, the elders just watched and did not come out to reprimand or forcibly prevent their contact.

After all, Nergo and Amuqwa are also shamans, and shamans always have some privileges.

Nergo did not speak. He was still thinking about Oshu'gun. He remembered a lot about the plot of Warcraft in his previous life, and he also forgot a lot. There was only a little impression of Oshu'gun left in his mind.

"It seems to be a Draenei spaceship?" Nergo was a little confused. This was his first time to participate in a shaman gathering after he officially became a shaman.

Time passed for a while.

Nergo looked up at the familiar and unfamiliar outline of the holy mountain and couldn't help smiling. The ridge of Oshu'gun is not as jagged as other mountains. Its peak is a perfect triangle. Its delicate surface reflects the sun's light and shines like crystal, which is very different from the surrounding landforms.

Long, long ago, it descended from the sky, and the souls of the ancestors were immediately attracted; because of this, the orcs built their homes under its sacred shadow. No matter what disputes and disagreements those ancestral souls had in their lifetime, they are all one in this mountain.

"Is this the Draenei's spaceship?" Nergo was stunned for a moment. Even here, he could feel the power contained in it.

Is it the soul, is it the holy light?

"What are you thinking about?" Amu Kwa asked with a smile.

"Don't you think this place is beautiful?" Nergo asked back. This is not the so-called place to cleanse the soul in the previous life. The power here is really affecting him. He even feels like ten shamans are taking turns to cast purification spells on him.

Amu Kwa nodded, "Of course."

He looked at the scenery of the Holy Mountain and the appearance of the shamans around him. There are many shamans who are like them and are also obsessed with the unique scenery of the Holy Mountain. This is not uncommon.

"Let's go, don't let those elders wait anxiously." Nergo pulled Amu Kwa and walked into the sacred residence together.

The entrance of the cave is a perfect oval, embedded in the smooth surface of the Holy Mountain.

This should be the entrance of the original spaceship.

They entered the cave together and walked side by side. In front of them, there were already shamans lighting torches arranged on the wall. The orange-yellow firelight reflected the spiraling downward road, which had been worn smooth by the orcs' feet for many years. There were steps on the road from time to time to make the pilgrims' steps more stable. This passage was always cool and pleasant, and warmer than the outdoors in winter.

Finally, the road stopped descending. Going forward, there were no more torches on the wall.

Is this the end?

Nergo's face did show a trace of doubt.

From here on, there were no torches in front of them. Without the light brought by the flames, the shamans followed the footsteps of the orcs in front and continued to move forward.

After walking in this dark passage for a while, the dawn finally appeared.

There was a faint light in front, which should be their destination.

The light became brighter and brighter until there was no darkness here.

He squinted his eyes, looked around, and observed everything.

The light came from a pool of water in the cave, as if covering everything with a layer of soft silver gauze. Everything in the cave was smooth and soft, gleaming with a faint light, without any abrupt bulges or rough surfaces.

It was that familiar, pure power that flowed through Nergo's body again, and the soul power in it could make even the most furious orcs regain their sanity.

The shaman elders in front did not speak, but quietly let the new shamans see enough. The cave was extremely huge, even larger than the drum and dance venues in the previous festivals, and countless tunnels on the four walls led to places that most shamans had never dared to set foot in.

"Did you all bring water bags?" an old orc asked.

Nergo nodded. He didn't know why he specifically told them why they should bring water bags, but since he was told, he certainly did it.

Nergo carefully observed the actions of the shamans around him. The old shamans put down the packages they were carrying and signaled them to do the same.

Carefully he took out several water bags, opened them one by one, murmured a prayer, and poured the water in the bags into the pool of light.

This is what the shamans do.

Nergo followed suit, and listened to the experienced shamans explain why they did this.

\Every time we come here, we have to dedicate the pure water we carry with us to the holy mountain.

With the contributions of generations of shamans, there is also a holy pool here.

And the water in the holy pool never evaporates like the water in ordinary caves. This is the power of the Soul Mountain. \

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"Bless the ancestors." Amu Kwa whispered.

After the water bag was emptied, the shamans sat down by the pool one by one and stared into the deep pool water. Nergo and Amu Kwa also imitated the same action.

Looking at the reflections in the water, at first, Nergo could only see his own face and the faces of other orcs; their facial features were reflected in the glowing pool water, and they looked like wizards and cultists in the stories of previous lives.

Then, one by one, figures joined them.

Souls appeared out of thin air beside the shamans, and they also left reflections in the water, and they also had unclear kinship with the shamans.

They talked happily, but there was nothing about Nergo.

Nergo understood that no matter how powerful you are, you can't pull my ancestors from my previous life over, right?

And this life?

Who lets you choose your own ancestors when creating a character in World of Warcraft?

But this also proves that this body of mine is indeed from my own game character account in World of Warcraft, and I have no relatives in Draenor.

"You are very strange." A shaman looked at Nergo, "You can see your ancestors, and you are also a shaman who can get the help of elemental spirits, but no ancestors appear by your side."

"Maybe I don't have any ancestors?" Nergo jokingly told the truth.

The shaman shook his head, how is it possible? Are there orcs who grow out of the ground?

"I can't communicate with my ancestors, it seems that this program is no longer for me." Nergo was a little relieved, and the shamans did not reject him because of this, so he was even more relaxed.

He said to Amu Kwa: "I will go out for a walk first, and I will return to the base by myself in a while."