Chapter 1394: Deciphering the Mark!
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
‘Meng Chao was dumbstruck when he heard that.
There was actually such a powerful figure in Picturesque Orchid Lake?
How could this be?
“If ‘Jackal’ Kanus is as… talented as you say and a prophet, may I ask how you were captured by the Lion King and Tiger King? And how did the wolf warriors whom you brought get completely annihilated?”
Meng Chao scoffed. “Based on my observations, the combat strength of those wolf warriors far exceeds the limits that ordinary Wolf Clan members can reach. It seems that in order to create such a ‘death squad’ and ‘assassin group’ in the Wolf Clan, you and the Wolf King must have gone to great lengths
and gambled all of your resources.
“Don’t tell me that annihilating such an elite troop was also part of the Wolf King’s ‘plan!”
This time, it was the leopard poet’s turn to be struck by lightning. He did not know how to refute Meng Chao’s argument.
It was not just due to the statement itself. Those words also lingered repeatedly in his mind after he was caught by mistake.
Moreover, Meng Chao’s words were spoken in ancient Turan language that was even purer than his!
An outsider with black hair and black eyes…
He was wearing totem armor that three ancient powerhouses had blessed. They were the legendary Blood Hoof Clan’s founder, Fist, the Bear Clan’s strongest expert, Stomach-less King, and the Falcon Clan’s Broken Wings, who had once dominated the airspace of Picturesque Orchid Lake for decades.
He was also speaking in ancient Turan language that was considered lost today, and even the bards might not be able to understand it. His accent was so pure that it was as if he had just woken up from a long sleep after ten thousand years.
How… How was this possible?
Ina trance, the leopard poet seemed to see light that originated from the ancestral spirit in the depths of Meng Chao’s eyes.
He was flabbergasted, and his heart rose and fell.
“Admit it, the Wolf King is definitely not omniscient and omnipotent. From his failure to wipe out the Great Hom Army to his failure to prevent the Ancient Dream Saintes from escaping the snare, to his meticulous plan to get the Lion King and Tiger King to kill each other, the results have all been a
failure. He has already made too many mistakes. Who can guarantee that he will not make more serious mistakes?”
Meng Chao grabbed the leopard poet by the ear and spoke in the ancient Turan language, pouring his thunderous voice into his brain, “How do you think your Lord Wolf King managed to climb to the summit of the Holy Mountain, break out of all the traps, and arrive here after leading the lion and tiger
duo to fight but fail to kill each other, while his subordinates were completely wiped out?
“Without my help, he would have died a long time ago!
“If I really wanted to harm him, I would have had ten thousand chances along the way. If I had stalled him from the beginning and waited for the Lion King and the Tiger King to catch up, he would have died a hundred times over!
“However, killing the Wolf King was not my goal. I just wanted to… correct some small mistakes so that the future would follow the right path and become a better tomorrow.
“And this is the mission that the ancestors of the Turan civilization, the ancient heroes who risked everything to protect the fire of the civilization, passed to me!
“Right now, the fate of the Turan civilization is in your hands. Don’t let your stupidity or cowardice destroy Picturesque Orchid Lake and kill everyone, including the Wolf King and your daughter!
“Trust me. Tell me where the ‘mark’ is!”
The leopard poet’s mind was in turmoil.
He still could not fully believe Meng Chao’s words.
He dared not shoulder the burden of deciding the Turan civilization’s rise and fall with one of his choices either.
However, under nonstop pressure from Meng Chao, he could not help but look at his left hand.
‘The five fingers of his left hand curled up slightly as if he was trying to hide something.
Meng Chao keenly observed his movements.
He grabbed the poet’s left wrist at lightning speed, and his strength seeped into the leopard’s wrist bone, forcing the leopard poet to open his left hand.
The leopard poet’s left hand resembled the hand of something between a primate and a cheetah.
His five fingers were distinct, and there was also a thick pad of flesh.
There was even a tattoo of a dragon and a phoenix on that pad of flesh.
Meng Chao felt that something was amiss.
It was true that the Turan orcs loved tattoos.
The totem power contained in their bodies could only be activated with the help of special tattoos.
Just like the superhumans of Dragon City, when their spirit energy surged, mysterious and complicated gorgeous spirit tattoos would appear on the surface of their bodies.
However, according to Meng Chao’s knowledge, very few people would choose to tattoo on their palms instead of the backs of their hands.
Meng Chao narrowed his eyes.
He suddenly noticed that there was a faint burn mark on the leopard poet’s palm.
It was as if his palm had once been pierced by a red-hot steel nail.
In order to cover it up, he had carved a thick and colorful tattoo around the burn mark.
The burn was not strange.
Hence, such a cover-up aroused suspicion.
With a thought, Meng Chao injected a lava-like spirit flame into the leopard poet’s palm and wiped off a corner of the tattoo.
As if some kind of seal had been broken, the leopard poet immediately grabbed his left hand and cried out in pain.
As his left hand twitched crazily, a milky-white holy flame gushed out from the center of his palm, which had seemingly been pierced by a red-hot steel nail.
The sacred flame opened a small window, and a crystalline object, which looked like a feather and a shining long arrow, slowly appeared in the leopard poet’s hand.
Meng Chao discovered his biggest secret just like that, and the leopard poet’s face turned pale.
Despite that, he subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.
In his eyes, this mysterious man with black hair and black eyes was a terrifying existence on the same level as Lord Wolf King.
The future of Picturesque Orchid Lake and the fate of the Turan civilization would be decided by ultimate powerhouses like them, who had received the blessings of several billion ancestral spirits!
The leopard poet closed his eyes, let out a long sigh, and slowly collapsed.
“This is i
Brilliant light shone from Ice Storm’s eye. “This is the mark!”
She lunged forward and grabbed the crystal feather that was surrounded by a milky-white light.
The power of Holy Light immediately burned the Turan flesh and blood that she had inherited from the leopard poet, making it crackle. An unpleasant burnt smell also permeated the air.
Ice Storm was in so much pain that every scar on her face was twitching and reopening.
Blood meandered to her shoulders, chest, and arms, and also flowed into the mark on her palm.
‘When half of her father’s orc bloodline was “purified” by the Holy Light, it put her in great agony, so much so that she wished she was dead.
Half of her mother’s witch bloodline, however, was awakening and boiling around the mark.
Whoosh!
Meng Chao saw a high-speed rotating magic array suddenly appear around Ice Storm’s right hand, which was tightly gripping the crystal feather.
The dazzling nine-pointed star spurted out a mysterious and complicated projection of a light screen. Every magic rune on it was delicate, much like a virtual keyboard on a portable computer in Dragon City.
There was a look in the depths of Ice storm’s eyes, which Meng Chao had never seen before. It was the focus and confidence that belonged to a witch.
She endured the burning pain in her arm, and her five fingers vibrated at a high frequency, turning her right hand into a cloud of gray fog.
Her fingers drummed on the magic runes like torrential rain.
‘The magic array rapidly bounced between different interfaces as it spun at a high speed.
Then, the magic runes slid down like a waterfall from top to bottom.
Even with Meng Chao’s super vision, which had broken through to the Deity Realm, it was difficult for him to clearly capture the trajectories of each magic rune.
However, Ice Storm entered a state where it seemed like she was possessed by her mother’s soul and was ina trance.
Every jump of his fingertips was as natural as breathing. Soon, the magic array locked onto a special interface.
Meng Chao noticed that there were two lines of spaces in the magic array.
It seemed like he was going to enter his username and password to obtain some kind of high-level authority.
As a witch, Ice Storm obviously could not enter her username and password like a mage who had been certified by the Holy Light Temple.
Accompanied by bone-chilling friction and sounds of dislocation, her five fingers actually turned back after a slight pause, as though they had become a strange key.
She inserted this “key” into the center of the magic array.
Her wrist twisted nearly two hundred and seventy degrees.
Seven magic runes suddenly appeared on the first line of the two lines of space as if the user name had been entered.
Meanwhile, the first rune of the password also jumped out of the first space on the second line.
However, this rune was jumping and changing in a frenzy even though Ice Storm was trying to infiltrate the magic array and seize the highest command.
“Will this work?”
As far as Meng Chao knew, even a similar operating system in Dragon City had a defense rule. It would lock or even cancel the login if the user name or password were entered incorrectly a few times.
This super weapon’s command would definitely be protected more tightly.
However, Ice Storm’s gaze just move along her arm and meandered to her palm. Her blood that had almost soaked the entire crystal feather was broken into thousands of thin red lines under the Holy Light’s illumination.
These red lines surrounded the two rows of spaces at the center of the magic array and formed a small barrier.
Outside the barrier, the light that formed the magic array blocked what was happening in the two rows of spaces.
The raging holy flame was still burning fiercely.
Ice Storm’s entire right arm was torched to a pulp, and her blood almost evaporated.
However, other than the slight twitch at the corner of her eyes, her face did not reveal much pain.
Instead, there was a kind of… excitement and infatuation that would only appear when one was indulging oneself in the most interesting thing in the world.
It was as if Meng Chao before her and the massacre around her had all disappeared.
In her world, there was only the magic array that was waiting to be cracked.
Finally…
Before the flesh and blood on her right arm were about to be burned to ashes, the eight spaces in the second space at the center were all filled with magic runes.
The five fingers on Ice Storm’s right hand, which was trembling at a high frequency, split into hundreds of phantoms and gathered together again.
She then pressed down heavily on the ninth and final magic rune that was jumping rapidly.