CH492 Red Rock Hero II
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According to the Shaman, the Copper-Skinned Orc Tribe worshipped a Minotaur named Manrak.
For some reason, the tribe believed they were descended from this Minotaur, and so they revered his spirit—one that supposedly returned to them after the Minotaur's death.
Alex didn't bother correcting them.
He could have told them the truth—that their so-called ancestral spirit only took the form of a Minotaur because they worshipped it into that shape.
But at the end of the day, it didn't matter.
The orcs would believe what they wanted to believe.
The Shaman began to chant, his voice rising and falling like a drumbeat. He danced around the altar, circling it again and again.
One rotation.
Two.
Three.
By the time he reached the ninth, the altar suddenly lit up.
A low, primal radiance bloomed across its surface.
