bullyxtreme Chapter 376 Balkhta
Chapter 376 Balkhta
"Voluntary or coerced?"
Taiwanese people's expressions changed drastically.
She had never thought about this question.
In her eyes, her father had always been a wise fox-man.
But Chen Xian's question stumped Wanwan immediately.
For a moment, she didn't know how to answer.
"It seems even you yourself are unsure."
Chen Xian pressed on, "How was your father treated at the Green family's house?"
"treatment?"
Wanwan murmured softly, somewhat puzzled as to why Chen Xian had suddenly changed the subject.
"My father was always locked in a small attic."
"There are many books hidden in the attic."
"Aside from not being allowed to step out of the attic, there are no other restrictions."
Upon hearing this, Chen Xian raised an eyebrow slightly.
This treatment doesn't seem like something you'd get from a dirty deal with trolls.
However, we cannot rule out the possibility that he is a research fanatic who will stop at nothing to achieve his goals.
Some researchers, driven by their goals, will relentlessly push forward even experiments involving artificial breeding.
“Your father is a fox clan prophet,” Chen Xian changed the subject, “Logically speaking, many fox people in the clan should listen to him, right?”
Fox-people are inherently intelligent, and there are quite a few fox-people in the troll territory.
It is truly illogical that not a single person has risen up to resist over the years.
Unless, within the fox people, there is a core cohesive force maintaining the status quo.
"The fox clan's prophet is the hope of the fox people."
"Since the decline of the fox-people royal family,"
"Our father became our only hope."
"Everyone firmly believes that the prophet can lead the fox people out of their predicament."
When Wanwan said this, her eyes were full of piety.
Chen Xian shook his head inwardly.
What era are we in? Why are we still engaging in this kind of personality cult?
If this prophet is truly capable, how could the fox-people have been enslaved for twenty years?
Some older fox people still remember the glory of their tribe, but in a few decades, when this generation of fox people grows old and the younger generation completely forgets history, the fox people will truly have no chance to rise again.
"Where exactly is your father being held?" he asked, looking up. "I'd like to meet with him."
This fox-person prophet is the current spiritual pillar of the fox-people, and they must meet him no matter what.
Otherwise, the mission to rescue the fox people would be impossible.
“My father was imprisoned in Balkhta.”
Wanwan lowered her eyes, her tone filled with loneliness.
"Balkta?"
Moore, who was standing to the side, suddenly stood up, his voice trembling slightly.
"You know this place?"
Chen Xian looked at him with some surprise.
This fringe member of the Green family knows quite a few secrets.
“Boss, that Balkta is a forbidden area of the Green family,” Moore said urgently. “There is a saint guarding it!”
Before he could finish speaking, Yang Wu, who was standing next to him, almost spat out his drink: "How could the Green family have a saint?"
He had been doing business with the Green family for a year, under the orders of Lord Lan'er.
They collected a lot of intelligence on the orcs and had a clear understanding of the strength of most of the races.
Within this troll territory, apart from the troll royal family having a saint, there has never been any news of other saints.
"Could it be that troll royal family member?"
Saints differ from other ranks in that they are called "Saints" because their breakthrough resonates with the corresponding natural laws, causing their honor and title to be displayed throughout the continent—this is known as "manifesting sainthood before the world." As a result, it is virtually impossible for a Saint to conceal their strength.
“No.” Moore’s answer was absolutely certain. “This saint of the Green family became a saint more than two thousand years ago.”
boom!
The room fell silent the moment those words were spoken.
A saint over two thousand years old? How is that possible!
Saints typically live to be no more than three hundred years old, and even the longest-lived ones live to be no more than five hundred years old. Even the legendary god-level powerhouses only live to be no more than a thousand years old. How could there be a saint who has lived for more than two thousand years?
"That's impossible," Wanwan was the first to recover, her tone urgent. "A saint could never live that long!"
"Moore, are you sure you're not mistaken?" Yang Wu asked, his face full of doubt. "Did you add an extra zero?"
Only Chen Xian, holding his wine glass, pondered for a moment before speaking: "Moore, is the saint you mentioned who has lived for so long related to that Balkta?"
He wasn't just guessing.
The witch doctor who accompanied the Steel Hoof siblings on their search was originally the tomb keeper of Emperor Wu of Tang, and his clan all had extremely long lifespans.
That witch doctor hadn't even reached the legendary level, yet he had lived for over three hundred years.
Now that I have his water of life, living another hundred years is no problem.
However, special medicine needs to be prepared.
This saint, who lived for over two thousand years, must have relied on some special method.
It is illogical for a saint to guard a fox-man slave, unless the Green family's forbidden ground, Balkta, is a place where this saint must reside.
"Boss, how did you know?" Moore asked, his face full of surprise. "I heard it from my father."
The Balkta Tower was something this saintly ancestor obtained by chance. Time seemed to flow more slowly inside the tower than outside; as long as one stayed inside, that saint could live for a very long time.
"Time magic!"
The thought immediately flashed through Chen Xian's mind.
This tower is actually a treasure!
However, with his current strength, he is still far from being a match for a saint.
Moreover, since Wanwan's father was placed in the tower, he must have been nearing the end of his life and needed to rely on the time magic within the tower to maintain his vitality.
What secrets does this fox-person prophet hold that would make the Green family go to such lengths, even using time-manipulating artifacts, to save his life?
"Moore, do you know the origin of this Balkta?" Chen Xian pressed.
With a saint present, rescuing people rashly is definitely not feasible. We must first understand the details of this tower and see if there are any other solutions.
“My father doesn’t know either,” Moore shook his head. “Our Green family only started to prosper more than a thousand years ago.”
"What?" Chen Xian suddenly stood up. "So, the saint in that tower might not be a member of your Green family at all?"
"I don't know."
Moore shook his head. "However, the Green family selects a group of outstanding members to enter the tower every three years. As long as they can stay inside for ten days, they can run for the next head of the family after they come out. Even if they don't win the election, they can still become core managers of the family."
"Such a great opportunity, why didn't you participate?" Yang Wu teased from the side. "Haven't you always wanted to be the head of the Green family?"
Wanwan also stared intently at the troll from the Green family in front of her.
With his meager strength, how dare he covet the position of head of the number one merchant guild of the beast race?
“The spots for the competition will be decided through a contest,” Moore said, his head bowed and his voice dejected. “I’m a half-blood troll, I don’t even qualify to participate.”
"A half-blood troll?"
Wanwan's eyes widened suddenly.
Chen Xian actually wants to support a half-blood troll as the head of the Grin family? Is he insane?
I had foolishly believed that this madman could save the fox people...
Wanwan looked at Chen Xian, waiting for him to give a reasonable explanation.
But Chen Xian didn't even look at her. His gaze was fixed on Moore, and he said firmly, "Since you want to be the head of the Green family, you must enter this tower."
Moore was completely stunned, staring blankly at Chen Xian: "Boss, I already said that I am a half-blood troll and I am not qualified to participate in the competition. How can I enter the tower?" He could only repeat his predicament again.
Unexpectedly, Chen Xian waved his hand, pointed at Yang Wu, and said in a firm tone, "With him here, you are more qualified than anyone in the Green family."
"what?"
Wanwan, Moore, and Yang Wu were instantly filled with questions.