Chapter 106: Heian Shenyuan Channel! The Contest Between Black and White Runinuo!

As a race that had survived in the Barren Land for countless years, there were not a few ancient legends circulating in the tribe.

Among them, there were two most important legends, relating to the life and death of the Orc Tribe.

One was about the origin of the God and Demon Burial Ground, passed down from generation to generation, known to everyone in the tribe.

Another ancient legend was known to few; only every generation's Patriarch and Priest knew this secret.

Under this altar, a channel leading to the Heian Shenyuan was hidden.

The Orc ancestors discovered and closed this channel, and let this Orc branch guard this place!

Otherwise, if this Heian Shenyuan channel were opened, then endless dark creatures would descend into this world along the channel.

By then, the dark army would surely erode the entire Barren Land, causing countless casualties, and it would surely be a tragic scene of living beings being plunged into misery!

Therefore, this branch of Orcs had always followed the will of their predecessors, guarding the Heian Shenyuan channel.

But for the past few decades, the seal of the Heian Shenyuan channel had become weaker and weaker, and dark energy leaked out from time to time.

And the Orcs who absorbed these dark energies all had huge changes in their personalities: irritable, violent, bloodthirsty, and their emotions became much more indifferent.

At first, they were very vigilant, feeling that this was an ominous sign.

Later, they discovered that all Orcs who absorbed these dark energies became stronger in strength.

After research, as long as the amount absorbed was not too much, causing a huge change in the whole temperament, small amounts of absorption were no problem.

And because the Orc Tribe had been walking into decline, and their strength was getting weaker and weaker, they had no choice but to start researching and trying to obtain these dark energies.

Even to cover up, they held special ceremonies every year, letting adult Orcs take "holy" talisman water made from dark energy, thereby changing the Orcs' physique and making their strength stronger.

Although it would affect some Orcs' temperaments, compared to the improvement in strength, these were all worth it.

After all, the amount taken by each Orc was controlled very well, and accidents rarely occurred.

This ceremony lasted for decades, and this branch of Orcs gradually grew from the original few hundred people to the current few thousand people.

The Orc Priest walked toward the stone tablet, his mind recalling the instructions and warnings of his ancestors.

But at this time, it was the life-and-death moment of the Orc Tribe, and he really had no other way!

Of two evils, choose the lesser!

The Orc Priest looked up at the blood moon in the sky, took out a small knife and cut his palm, and blood flowed out quickly.

He raised his bleeding palm and pressed it onto the stone tablet.

Hum, hum, hum!

The originally silent stone tablet seemed to have suddenly come alive.

Its surface became illusory and transparent, revealing a channel to the Heian Shenyuan.

In that channel, there seemed to be countless demons and dark creatures, revealing terrifying and evil eyes, staring tightly at the Orc Priest.

They were crowding at the channel, but influenced by some seal barrier, they couldn't rush out.

"You've come!"

A cold and ruthless voice rang out suddenly.

"You should have done this long ago!"

"Come, accept the baptism of the Dark God!"

"As the great and noble Dark Race, you will become powerful Bronze Realm or even Gold Realm powerhouses!"

"The world will submit under our feet..."

The voice that came again was no longer cold and ruthless, but filled with endless temptation.

Inside the Undead Dark Array, mist filled the air, shrouding the entire battlefield.

At the beginning, the battle was very fierce.

But with the development of the situation, the Orc army suffered heavy casualties and lacked stamina, being beaten back steadily.

Originally more than one thousand elite Orcs, now the number remained less than half.

As for the Undead army side, although the number of casualties was more than that of the Orcs, reaching nearly five thousand Skeleton Soldiers.

But the counter-attack of the Skeleton Soldiers' death enhanced the strength of other Undead comrades.

This was equivalent to, the more Undead the Orcs killed, the stronger the Undead they had to face.

The Orc side fought more and more desperately and helplessly; not only were there too many enemies to kill, but the enemies' strength was also becoming more and more powerful.

How could this battle be fought?

Now the only hope for the Orcs was their Patriarch Runinuo.

In the hearts of the Orcs, Runinuo had always been a heroic and invincible existence, a hero in their hearts, a kind of faith, a kind of light.

As long as Runinuo was still alive, they had hope of survival.

It was precisely this point that supported the Orcs in still resisting stubbornly.

But in the depths of the great array.

The hero and hope of the Orcs, Orc Patriarch Runinuo, was standing stiffly in place, his hands still protecting the action of raising the hammer.

"How is it?"

"Did you successfully control him?"

The Death Knight couldn't help but say anxiously. "If it really doesn't work, then don't kill him, lest there be long nights and many dreams!"

"Wait a little longer, it's almost done!"

Necromancer Lich Wu Ershiyi stared straight at Runinuo with his pitch-black pupils, as if he could see Runinuo's nightmare.

And Runinuo at this time was trapped in the fear nightmare, because Wu Ershiyi constantly applied the spirit power of Nightmare Terror, causing him to be unable to break free from the nightmare.

In the nightmare, Runinuo was like being in a hell world of only black and white.

He was standing at the intersection of the black and white world.

On Runinuo's left, there was also a "Runinuo" standing, but his skin was dark black, his body occasionally emitting black smoke, with an evil and dark aura, and his eyes were glowing with blood-red light.

Dark Runinuo was approaching him step by step, stretching out his hands into Runinuo's body, intending to occupy Runinuo's soul through erosion and gain control of the body.

And on Runinuo's right, a "Runinuo" exuding death energy floated, his skin pale, without any blood color, just like he had been dead for many years, also desperately fighting for control of Runinuo.

The three were constantly competing, intending to seize control of the soul!

And if one looked closely, the white "Runinuo" was slowly gaining the upper hand, having occupied more than 70% of Runinuo's "body."

If this continued, he would surely be able to gain the final victory.

And the one suffering the most torture was, of course, the real Runinuo; he felt his soul being constantly torn by the black and white "Runinuo," as if it were about to be torn in two, and felt his soul being polluted and eroded, and he was no longer himself.

What was even more pathetic was that as the real Runinuo, he didn't have any strength to resist, and could only watch the black and white "Runinuo" on the left and right constantly eroding and fighting for his soul.

"Don't struggle anymore!"

"Accept your fate; only then can you suffer less torture!"

"Throw yourself into the embrace of the dead and become an immortal existence!"

A white light quietly appeared in the nightmare space, injecting into the white "Runinuo's" body, making his "strength" soar.

In a short while, he occupied another 20% of the "body," only 10% away from completely controlling Runinuo's soul and body.

But just as he was about to succeed, a terrifying dark light descended from the sky, dyeing Runinuo's entire "body" dark black.

And this dark light shot toward the distance, breaking the nightmare dream in one fell swoop!

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 107 =====