Capítulo 1710: Chapter 108: The Prophecy of the Cart Collision
Unlike the extinct ancient civilizations, the Orc Empire merely declined and did not vanish.
Even though their heritage was interrupted for a time, their racial script was still passed down.
Know thyself, know thy enemy, and in a hundred battles you will never be defeated. Naturally, within the Alpha Kingdom, their old rival, there is no shortage of scholars studying Orc civilization.
Once the initial excavation was complete, the decoding of the mural content proceeded rapidly.
“Earl, the content on the mural is a prophecy, translated as:
The calamity of ten thousand, the twilight of the gods, the crystal wall opens, evil shall descend, and the rivers will run with blood.
It is signed by the first diviner of the once-great Orc Empire and ends with a warning to future generations to respond rationally.”
Rogelio said with a grave expression.
The content of the prophecy was too startling; the twilight of the gods had already been confirmed. If the subsequent predictions all come true, then the various races of the continent must fight for the continuation of their species.
“An Orc Prophet’s prophecy?”
Earl Piers couldn’t help but exclaim.
Any continental overlord, when in its prime, should never be underestimated.
Especially an ancient profession like the diviner, which may seem dispensable in ordinary times but can often determine the rise and fall of a side’s strength when it comes into play.
However, these kinds of prophecies usually target one’s own power; rarely does anyone let their diviner predict the fate of the continent.
Whether they can predict the result is unknown; in any case, once the divination begins, the diviner enters a countdown to death.
The backlash of attempting to change the fate of all life on the continent can be imagined.
Generally, only when aging, with their lifespan approaching its end, will they attempt such a prediction.
The accuracy depends entirely on the reputation of the seer.
Some leave prophecies out of righteousness, some to ensure their legacy, and many are just playing pranks.
If the earlier content hadn’t already been verified, Earl Piers might have thought it was a prank right from the start.
The future is inherently uncertain, and it’s exceedingly difficult to predict something happening millennia ahead.
If such abilities existed, why not predict the fate of the Orc Empire and have the strongmen in the tribe eliminate the Human Race threat in advance?
From the information on the mural, it certainly seems to be left by an Orc Prophet. The era is too far-gone for us to find any information about this Orc Prophet.”
As a scholar specializing in Orc culture, his understanding of historical figures of the Orc Empire surpasses that of many Orcs.
Even so, he could not guarantee familiarity with all historic personalities.
Time has buried too many truths; current Orc history is pieced together from scattered data, mixed with scholars’ personal speculations.
Guard Commander, immediately arrange for the copied Memory Stone to be sent to His Majesty and all major nobles!”
Earl Piers calmly instructed.
An unknown truth of a prophecy is not worth keeping secret.
Once everyone knows, it will be easier to verify its authenticity.
If the prophecy is validated, as the discoverer, he may be able to garner some friendship.
Upon receiving the news, Hudson’s brows furrowed deeply.
The unknown is what’s most terrifying.
The information in the prophecy is too limited, only allowing a vague judgment that the threat comes from beyond the world.
The time of eruption, the true strength, is still entirely unknown.
“Miss Afia, what do you make of this prophecy?”
Honestly speaking, he didn’t want to consult Afia. His own diviner, silly and naive, appears quite unreliable.
Keeping her in the territory for appearances, he had no real expectations of gaining anything from her—it was purely for show.
No matter her true capabilities, as long as outsiders knew he possessed a diviner, it would serve as a deterrent effect.
As a Sanctuary Powerhouse in the rule of fate, Hudson was almost a half-seer himself.
However, he feared for his life, unwilling to risk backlash to glimpse an uncertain future.
In Hudson’s eyes, the future is a place of possibilities, and what can be deduced is merely the most probable outcome.
Compared to directly peering into fate, the diviner is obviously a convenient alternative.
If it could be passed down for so many years, it naturally has a way to deal with backlash, although less effective.
So many seers in history, how could I possibly know them all, especially a thousant-year-old Orc prophet?
Duke, don’t hope to verify authenticity. Involving the fate of the entire continent should normally be beyond prediction.
If it were a prophecy left by the Beast God, then that would make more sense.”
After speaking, Afia looked warily at Hudson, her eyes almost wet with unshed tears.
As if to say: Make me divine, and I’ll cry for you.
The comical scene left Hudson speechless. His diviner’s professional level wasn’t just low; her courage was pitifully small.
Come to think of it, it was reasonable; a rare profession like a diviner would be welcomed as a guest of honor in any significant power.
Any diviner with slight competence would have already been absorbed by major powers.
Throughout his campaigns, Hudson had only ever encountered just this one wild diviner.
“Understood, Miss Afia.
The Territory Library contains many books on divination. If you’re interested, you can take a look.
Your task following this is to gather various continental secrets, especially those strange myths and legends from history, best if they can be systematically categorized.” Check latest chapters at novel•fire.net