OBS Chapter 367 A Glimpse of Clues
Chapter 367 A Glimpse of Clues
Upon hearing Lang Cang's question, Lang Mo paused for a moment, then smiled naturally, "Why did you suddenly ask this?"
Wolf Cang stared intently at every expression on his face without blinking. "Because we captured someone and got some information about the Holy Crystal from him."
"He also told us that there were surviving members of our clan in the south."
Lang Cang caught a glimpse of darkness in Lang Mo's eyes. "Uncle Mo, the Star Wolf Clan has guarded the Sacred Crystal for generations, but is the Sacred Crystal truly a treasure of the Star Wolf Clan?"
"What are you saying? The Holy Crystal belongs to the Star Wolf Tribe!" Wolf Mo's face darkened, and he shouted coldly.
"Then why? The orcs claimed that the Holy Crystal was their sacred object, and that the Star Wolf tribe stole it." Lang Cang looked at him seriously. "Uncle Mo, I need to know the whole truth so that I can sort out the clues."
The Holy Crystal is extremely important to the Beastman Continent. He originally thought that the Holy Crystal was just a bridge to communicate with the Beast God, but he did not expect Lin Baiyan to say that the Holy Crystal is independent of the Beast God and is not under the control of the Beast God.
If that's really the case, then the uncontrollability of Saint Crystals is too high.
Once all the Holy Crystal fragments fall into the hands of those invaders, Lang Cang doesn't even dare to imagine what the Orcish continent will become.
The atmosphere inside the room became silent. After a while, Lang Mo turned to look at Lang Wang and said, "You go out first."
Wolf looked at the two strange people, and wisely refrained from asking any questions. He obediently left the room and thoughtfully closed the door behind him.
Only the two of them remained in the room. Lang Mo sighed heavily, "This matter was originally supposed to be told to you by your father."
"I only know the general outline; the old patriarch never talks about these things in front of us."
"The Star Wolf Tribe's territory was not originally on the grasslands, but in the mountains to the south. We migrated here."
"Ye once mentioned to us that we had some conflicts with the neighboring tribes at the time, which is why the old chieftain brought the Star Wolf tribe here."
Although Lang Ye spoke very cryptically at the time, Lang Mo, with his intelligence, was able to deduce something from it.
"If I'm not mistaken, the conflict is about the Holy Crystal, but what you just said about the Star Wolf Tribe stealing the Holy Crystal from another tribe is absolutely false!"
"Think about it carefully. If we really stole the Holy Crystal, why would it be of use to us?"
Wolf Mo's tone was extremely excited, "Which orc in the Star Wolf Tribe wasn't tested for talent by the Holy Crystal at birth?"
The beastmen of the Star Wolf tribe firmly believe that the Holy Crystal is sentient and possesses its own consciousness; only those who gain the Holy Crystal's approval can use its power.
Wolf Cang didn't believe that if the Holy Crystal really had a soul, why would it allow those wicked orcs to use it?
Lang Cang said in a deep voice, "So the Holy Crystal really was brought from the south by us?"
Wolf Mo nodded. "That's right, but I don't know anything more."
"By the way, did you complete the power inheritance in front of the Holy Crystal?" Wolf Mo asked quickly, as if he had suddenly remembered something.
Lang Cang was slightly confused. "What inherited power?"
Wolf Mo looked somewhat anxious. "Each clan leader would receive a legacy before the Holy Crystal before taking office. Perhaps there is something you want to know in this legacy."
Lang Cang frowned, the scene from that year replaying inch by inch in his mind, that night when blood flowed everywhere reappeared in his mind.
Crying, screaming, wailing.
Lang Cang suddenly looked up, "Is it that drop of blood?"
"What blood?" Wolf asked anxiously.
"Before the great battle, my father took me to the Holy Crystal and dripped a drop of my blood into it," Lang Cang tried to recall.
"and then?"
Lang Cang shook his head. "That's all."
"Before my father finished, the sounds of fighting could be heard outside."
In any case, they had obtained some new clues. Lang Cang comforted Lang Mo, saying, "Uncle Mo, don't worry, the truth will come out sooner or later."
Wolf Mo's lips curled into a bitter smile. "If... if the Star Wolf Tribe didn't have the Holy Crystal, would this disaster have been avoided?"
He would rather his people live than have that power to predict the future.
In the candlelight, Wolf Mo's face looked somewhat aged. The Star Wolf tribe had suddenly undergone a drastic change; overnight, their territory had vanished, and their homeland was littered with blood.
Wolf Mo Mingming was only in his forties, but a few strands of white hair had already grown at his temples.
Wolf Mo struggled to survive with the remaining members of his tribe, and he truly didn't know where the future of the Star Wolf tribe lay.
“If your father were still alive, he would definitely have done better than me,” Wolf Mo murmured.
Lang Cang walked up to him, squatted down, and looked up at Lang Mo. "Uncle Mo, you have done very well. Father will be very happy."
Looking at the young face in front of him that bore a five-point resemblance to Lang Ye, Lang Mo was momentarily dazed. "You've always said you wanted to take Lang Huai as a wandering couple to see the sights of the Beastman Continent. Well, now you've really gotten your wish."
"I burned your father and mother's bodies to ashes and scattered them in every corner of the grassland."
As he spoke, he took out a slightly smooth bone chain and handed it to Lang Cang, saying, "These are the wolf fangs they have left."
Lang Cang stared blankly at the two wolf fangs reflected in the candlelight, nestled together like his loving father and mother.
Wolf Cang, his voice hoarse, reached out and took the bone chain. "Thank you, Uncle Mo."
Lang Mo shook his head and reached out to help Lang Cang up. "Get up."
Lang Cang stood up. "It's very late now, Uncle Mo, please get some rest."
Lang Cang opened the door from the inside and came face to face with Lang Wang, who was squatting on the ground and poking at the floor.
Wolf looked around listlessly, fiddling with this and that, his eyes glancing around every now and then.
Lang Cang found it somewhat amusing. This was the City of Ten Thousand Beasts, his territory, so why did Lang Wang still look so wary?
Upon hearing the voice behind him, Lang Wang suddenly stood up, his eyes becoming incredibly sharp. Only after seeing that it was Lang Cang did his憨厚 (honest and simple) smile return.
"Are you all done talking?"