Chapter 27: Soul Mountain

When I got up in the morning and opened my eyes the next day, I saw Mark and Sisi's four red eyes, which made them obviously not asleep all night.

I walked over and dragged Heath aside: "Is your priest's book a blood contract?"

Heisi nodded: "Of course, it was originally my inheritance, how could it not have a blood contract."

"Then how could you chase it away?" I was shocked by the blood contract, but the orc's unique spell logically says that as long as the blood contract is placed, it can sense each other no matter how far away.

Heiss curled her lips helplessly: "How did I know that I could sense the direction until the day before I met you, but then suddenly I couldn't sense it. I don't know what went wrong."

This is troublesome, whether it is people or places that can isolate the blood bond, it represents a powerful force that can divide space. In fact, the power of nature that can isolate the blood of the orcs will not get good results.

Moreover, if you use the force of nature to search the entire prairie, if you gather all the elders of the presbytery, maybe my force of nature can only reach the range of about a hundred miles in the square. Then I need to use my best to represent that I at least after use It takes about seven days to use natural magic again.

"Then now we have to search in the direction you previously tracked." I reluctantly said to Heiss, "but this is better than looking for a direction we don't even have now."

With Heath's guidance, we rushed to the place where Heath lost contact with the Book of the Priest. This place in the vast grassland seemed to be no different from elsewhere. I carefully distinguished the clues left on the grassland, but because several days had passed, Johnny's traces had been completely covered by the wind and rain and the traces of other animals. Even with the unique instinct of my elves in tracking, I can only analyze that a group of bison and lions have stayed in this place in the past few days. Other traces are already indistinguishable.

I got up from the grass and shook my head at Heise and Mark: "There is no way that Johnny did pass here but there are not enough traces to determine his direction." As I said, I looked around except for a few scattered dots on the grassland. Only a vast sea of ​​grass is left of the dwarf trees.

"It's too late now," I said, looking at the sky, "Let's stay here for one night and tomorrow before deciding which direction to continue."

Heiss nodded his head for the day's Mercedes-Benz, even if it was riding high on a horse, the wind brought people tormented and exhausted. Except that I had adapted to Gao, Mark was also pale in such a state that it was obviously unrealistic to drive at night. I feel more and more that tracing people this time is not as easy as I imagined. Since knowing that the little fox's blood bond can't make contact, a bad feeling has always lingered.

I calmed down and asked Mark to set up the tent. Since Heis officially joined the search team, I no longer have to drill wood to make a fire. A small fireball lit the pile of dead grass and the fire brought a touch of warmth. After eating some dry food, fatigue flooded Mark and Heise like the tide. They quickly fell asleep, unable to resist the temptation of sleep.

On the other hand, I silently gathered a huge force of nature and released the force of nature on each plant, using interpretation techniques to start collecting plant memories.

When my spell was completed, a huge amount of information suddenly filled my mind. The memory of plants is the record of growth. I saw in my mind the growth of those plants that I had absorbed the power of nature in these days.

From the seeds breaking through the soil to grow fresh sprouts, to the sudden breaking or being eaten by animals, the memories of these plants seem to be played continuously in my mind. Fortunately, plants cannot speak, otherwise my mind must be full of complaints.

Soon I found the clue I wanted. It wasn't that I saw Johnny but the grass he had trampled off by his footsteps. It was as clear as the trail left by a boat across the water.

I immediately extended the power of nature along the trace. The trace is straight. This is a bit beyond my expectation. Usually people who are tracked will choose a circuitous route to confuse the tracker so that the tracker will not find the destination and rush ahead. Intercept and Johnny's route was straight without turning and without hesitation, so straight until the traces of a bare stone mountain did not stop.

Seeing this, I interrupted the spell. Those images receded like tides. The extreme fatigue made me sweat. Although such a large-scale reading technique is not as expensive as I imagined because of the straightness of Johnny's route, the memory of processing millions of plants at the same time makes my spirit unprecedented fatigue. After checking his own state, it seems that there is no way to use any spells in the last four days. Fortunately, some of the spices and herbs originally spawned are enough to cope with the consumption of these days.

Seeing that it was still too late, I started to meditate and regain my spirit with the help of concentration.

When the morning sun appeared on the horizon, I also woke up from entering concentration for half a night. Although my recovery could not allow me to use any spells, I could still use the elves' combat skills. When Mark and Heis woke up from sleep in turn, I asked Heis, "Do you know Heis that there is a mountain that is completely stone and without a blade of grass from this direction?" I said with my hands. Point out the direction you got last night.

"Yes, yes..." Hess frowned and hesitated: "You... you ask this... what do you want to do?"

"Is there any problem where Johnny showed up last?" I didn't know why Heis showed such an expression.

"There..." Heiss's tone revealed a touch of nostalgia and said leisurely: "There is the place where the orc priests of the past generations rest and the home of my last soul-we call it Soul Mountain... I should have thought it was there. of..."

In fact, the distance of Soul Mountain was not as close as I thought. After an hour of horse riding, you could see the gentle mountain top, but it took a full day and a half to reach Soul Mountain. Wangshan running to death is indeed an unbreakable truth.

As soon as I entered the surroundings of Soul Mountain, a majestic aura quietly enveloped us Heis's expression, as if the pilgrims were solemn and solemn, and I finally understood why Heis could not feel the blood bond connection. Because the absolute peace that came out of Soul Mountain, like death, suppressed all power fluctuations. Within the scope of Soul Mountain, only pure physical strength can play a role. This is also the place where the orcs can best wield their power.

We were led by Heis to the foot of Soul Mountain. A trail of blue-black stone slabs meandered to the mountainside and stayed at the intersection. He first knelt on her knees and crossed her hands on her chest and closed her eyes and sang softly to the priest. The tone of the song is low and solemn at first, as if it is a call from the ancients, then it becomes more and more intense, and higher and higher. As the rhythm accelerates, Sisi's body gradually shines with a faint golden red light. The white little face reveals a bright red and red slowness Slowly rising behind the head, the dazzling light suddenly dimmed with the arrival of the highest note.

The blue-black stone road began to vibrate with a thunderous roar, and then the stone slab opened from the middle of the road to both sides, revealing a dark cave at the end of the road-this is the entrance of Soul Mountain.