Chapter 256 Death Storm
"Forget it, let's build up faith here first."

After thinking for a long time, Rhodes finally made a decision.

After all, it is not easy to communicate with other dimensions. If you miss this opportunity, you don’t know how long it will take before you can meet it again.

Anyway, he is just a follower of the orc tribe. The Beast God shouldn’t be so stingy, right?

And these guys seem to be living a hard life. Maybe the Beast God has already given up on this barren plane.

Thinking of this, Rhodes' mind moved, and a white light finally lit up on the broken statue, instantly illuminating the entire sacrificial site.

"It's revealed! The Beast God has revealed himself!"

The orcs who were worshipping below soon noticed the changes in the statue. They became extremely excited and worshipped even more vigorously.

"Lord Beast God! Please bless us to get more food and survive this storm!"

"Please ask the Beast God to perform a miracle so that the soldiers' injuries can heal quickly!"

"I hope more of our tribesmen can survive this Gray Storm..."

The entire sacrificial site was filled with cheers and all kinds of comments.

There were many words that Rhodes didn't know what they meant, but he understood one of them.

Looking at the row of sturdy orcs kneeling in the front, they all had wounds of varying sizes on their bodies. They were obviously warriors in the tribe, responsible for going out hunting.

"We still have to go out hunting. Is the lifestyle here so backward..."

Rhodes complained in his heart, but at the same time, he moved quickly. A breath of life suddenly burst out and turned into streams of light that were injected into the bodies of those beast warriors.

next second.

The injuries on their bodies began to recover at a speed visible to the naked eye.

One of them was stabbed on the chest. The wound was bleeding and scabbed over very quickly. In a blink of an eye, it recovered to the point where only a scar was left.

"Recovered! My injuries are healed!"

"My arm that was scratched before has also healed!"

"The Beast God really showed up!"

"Thank you for the gift, Lord Beast God!"

The orc warriors were extremely excited as they watched their bodies recover.

The other tribesmen were also delighted and expressed their gratitude to the statue.

You have to know that these warriors are the lifeblood of their tribe. They usually have to rely on them to go out hunting for food. If they go out with injuries, who knows how many people will die.

So they appear particularly sincere when they worship.

And Rhodes, who was inside the statue, only felt an invisible force gathering from all directions, and the originally weak connection between him and this plane became stronger and stronger, until he was able to stabilize his consciousness.

“Is this the power of faith?”

Rhodes muttered to himself, and after trying it, he was able to bring his consciousness into this plane.

However, in order not to reveal his identity, he did not act immediately, but continued to absorb the power of faith from the orc tribe.

At the same time, he eavesdropped on the orcs' conversations, watched them perform sacrificial ceremonies, and tried to obtain information about this plane.

After a while, he finally understood what the "gray storm" they were talking about meant. It was the wind of death that would blow across this land every once in a while!

Because the Death Wind contains a very strong breath of death, any living creature that is blown away will instantly lose its life, so before each storm comes, they need to stockpile enough food.

Their food source, apart from a small amount of crops grown within the tribe, is a ferocious beast called the blood beast, which is not afraid of the pollution of death.

"Gray Storm..."

Rhodes' face became solemn.

If he guessed correctly, this so-called gray storm should be the culprit that polluted the plane.

Doesn't that mean.

As long as we figure out the source of the storm, we can trace it back to the source of the pollution?
This is truly an incredible discovery.

He had been troubled by which direction to investigate, but now he finally had an idea.

The only problem was how to resist the erosion of pollution. He was not arrogant enough to force his way in with his fifth-level strength.

Maybe we have to start with that blood beast.

Creatures that are not afraid of dead air pollution are still worth studying, and perhaps we can find ways to resist pollution.

"We have to find a way to blend in."

Rhodes looked around at the orcs who were about to finish the sacrifice.

Soon, he locked onto the tall orc who looked like the leader and attached his consciousness to a string of animal fangs hanging on the other's body.

The name of this tribe is Huang'e. In addition to believing in the beast god, they also like to hang the fangs of the blood beasts they hunt on their bodies to show their bravery.

The tribe leader had the most teeth, almost stringing them into a necklace, and with the scars all over his body, he looked ferocious and terrifying. When the sacrifice was over, the tribesmen came to see him off, and a group of orc warriors also picked up their weapons and prepared to go outside the tribe.

"Follow my command and set off!"

Following a loud shout from their leader, dozens of orc warriors set out in a mighty procession, heading deep into the gray land outside.

Rhodes focused his consciousness on the animal's fangs and looked around carefully.

He discovered that magic could be used in this plane.

There were many elemental spirits floating in the air, but strangely, these elements did not respond to his call. They seemed to be wandering around unconsciously, and would only gather together when he cast a spell.

This obviously did not come from the Dream Forest, at least not an element that was born after he took over the forest.

"Could it be the elemental spirit that once disappeared?"

Rhodes suddenly thought of a possibility.

The elemental elves that disappeared three hundred years ago did not die, but left the main plane and came here!

So what attracted them?

This discovery made him even more curious, and he felt that the plane pollution was not that simple.

Just keep going.

When the team reached a place where they could no longer see the Tribal Canyon, they suddenly heard the voices of other orcs.

"Barom, am I going to the same place as last time?"

The words were spoken to the orc leader. Barom should be his name, and his full name is Barom Desolate.

"No, let's go somewhere else today."

Without looking back, Barom led his team in another direction, while keeping a vigilant eye on the surroundings.

As the leader, he not only had to bring back food for the tribe, but also had to ensure the safety of every warrior, so he had a lot to consider.

However, when they saw the direction he was heading, the soldiers' expressions changed slightly.

"Wait a minute! Isn't that the territory of Zaiya?!"

"Chief, you don't want to go there, do you?"

"We can't deal with the Disaster Fang!"

The soldiers exclaimed in surprise one after another, and it was obvious that they were very afraid of the ferocious beast named "Zai Ya".

And their strength is basically above level three, and their leader has even reached level four. To be afraid of even them, it must be at least a level four beast.

Seeing the warriors trying to dissuade him, Barom's face darkened: "There is not much time left before the Gray Storm. Can you guarantee that you will encounter the blood beast somewhere else? Instead of trying your luck elsewhere, why not give it a try and get rid of that beast!"

There was a strong murderous intent in his words.

Because his father, the former tribal leader, died at the mouth of Zai Ya, and the warriors in the tribe suffered heavy casualties in that battle.

Now that he has taken over the position of leader, he naturally wants to avenge the dead soldiers!
In addition, the storm is approaching and most of the blood beasts on the periphery have run away. If they don’t succeed in hunting, they will all starve to death in this storm!

"But……"

The soldiers opened their mouths, but hesitated to speak.

They also knew that it was difficult to encounter low-level blood beasts in other places. Even if they wanted to refute, they dared not disobey the leader's orders.

What's more, they also hate the Disaster Fang to the core. If they can successfully hunt it down, they will be able to survive this storm safely.

This is a choice with equally huge risks and rewards.

After a while, they finally made up their minds.

"Okay! I did it!"

"I agree to go too!"

"At worst, I'll just give up my life!"

"This time we must kill that beast!"

Facing their reactions, Barom, who was walking in the front, showed a satisfied expression.

"Yes, this is the warrior of our Huang'e tribe!"

After reaching a consensus, the team moved much faster, crossing the flat land and coming to a barren hill, whereupon the entire team suddenly stopped.

It was not because they encountered the Disaster Fangs, but because they encountered another team, an orc team just like them.

"Monger! Why are you here?"

Barom's expression suddenly darkened, and his eyes were fixed on the orc leader opposite him.

This team has an old acquaintance with them, and it is none other than the Barbarian Stone Tribe not far from here!

(End of this chapter)