Chapter 228 of 898
Chapter 228: Goufia Steppe (3)
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After staying in a warm and spacious tent with Niya that night, they slept
well, which relieved the fatigue of these days of travel. When the sun rose
high the next day, Lorrain Hill slowly got up from the cashmere blanket in her
pajamas.
Rubbing his eyes and straightening out the scattered hair, he heard the
conversation outside the tent.
"Uncle Kulle, yesterday I saw everyone drove the sheep back, did something
happen?"
Niya's voice came from outside, and then a thick voice sounded.
"Recently, the fighting between the White Wolf family and the Black Wolf
family has intensified. Some time ago, the leader of the Black Wolf family
rushed into the wedding scene and robbed the new wife of the White Wolf family
heir. After being severely humiliated, the White Wolf The family is
retaliating aggressively recently. Just the day before yesterday, thousands of
people from both sides faced off by the Shemu River. Although they did not
fight on a large scale, a dozen people died on each side."
"The situation is getting worse and worse. Both parties are large tribes of
hundreds of thousands of people. If a full-scale fight occurs, we are likely
to be affected." The thick-sounding uncle said worriedly.
"Didn't the shaman mediate?" Niya asked.
"At the beginning of the month, the Kejian shaman of the Snow Leopard clan
acted as an intermediary to mediate. It is said that the two sides almost
fought in the mediation tent. Later, the Kejian shaman couldn't, and they had
to disperse and let them solve it."
"The main reason is that the old wolf king left too suddenly and died
accidentally while hunting the fierce falcon. Without the suppression of this
Sequence 7, the following sons also have their own thoughts. The huge wolf ear
clan is now divided into six. "
"Although the leader of the white wolf group and the leader of the black wolf
tribe are brothers, they were at odds in their early years. It is said that
the leader of the black wolf tribe was also worn a green hat by the handsome
leader of the white wolf tribe when he was young. This has always been
regarded as a shame by him. Now that it has developed, it is natural to
retaliate severely."
"That's it..." Niya sighed.
"For our shofar tribe, any of them are huge creatures and can't afford to
provoke them, so they can only shrink back now, so as not to be dragged by
them in the fight."
"At that time, I was robbed and killed by them. I declined, accidentally
injured and admitted wrong. We can't say anything, we can only admit that we
are unlucky."
...
"Come on, Niya, the clan will count on you in the future. The old patriarch
has already said that after you graduate, he will directly abdicate and let
you take over." The uncle patted Niya on the shoulder, and the voice gradually
stopped here.
When Lorrain Hill got dressed and walked out of the tent, she saw Niya
standing outside the tent alone, seeming to be thinking about something.
"Are you awake, Lorraine." Niya greeted her when she saw Lorrainhill come out.
"Yeah. Good morning, Niya."
"It's getting late, Lorraine, it's almost noon." Niya said with a smile, and
then took Lorrain to eat breakfast.
Breakfast is scones with sliced sausage, and the drink is still goat milk
tea. Although the shofar people are not wealthy, the food for the guests can
still be satisfied, not to mention Niya's classmates, the distinguished guests
from Emenas.
After a day's rest at Niya's home, Lorrain Hill and him embarked on a journey
again to the end of the goal, the area where the stone red devil pig lives.
The two exchanged several good horses in the clan, and the speed was a little
faster than before. Riding a horse on the vast field, as the flowing clouds in
the sky roll, the sun appears from time to time and is sometimes blocked, and
the earth is slowly changing between light and darkness.
As the two went all the way to the west, the number of orcs on the road
gradually increased. There were various teams, some 4-5 people, some 20-30
people, and some more than 100 people. They wore leather jackets and
sackcloth, but the colors were much brighter than they encountered when they
first entered the Gufia steppe.
Red, blue, black, yellow, white, etc., not only men, but also some young
women, some of whom wear silver jewelry on their hands.
Seeing Lorraine Xier a little curious, Niya explained: "They are going to the
Fire Picking Festival."
So that was the case, Lorrain Hill thought, and then recalled the information
he had seen in Emenas. The tradition of orcs worshiping flames can be traced
back to an extremely ancient time, and it is said that this is even a
tradition in the court of giants.
According to the description on the murals discovered by archaeology, the
giant's emperor sits high on the throne, behind him is a huge sun. The sun's
rays are like feathers, covering the world, and there is a flame burning in
the giant's heart.
It is said that that was the first flame, the first light and the first heat
to come to the world.
The source of all fires, the fire of all fires.
The king of giants sprinkled flames on the earth, and various human forms were
born from the flames. That is the ancestor of all humanoid intelligent
creatures.
But this kind of statement is not recognized by the elves. The elves believe
that they are the tallest fruit that was born on the world tree, and fell into
human form. The myth of the Eastern Continent is that dragons make the world,
the dragon of creation hung up in the void and circled into the world, and
human beings were transformed by the tears of the dragon of creation.
There are arguments for them. Some people say that humans are descendants of
angels, but they have lost their wings, and a small number of people even
believe that humans are hidden children of demons, just abandoned by their
parents. But in fact both angels and demons arrived in this world very late.
Regardless of these messy myths and legends, the orcs still have a tradition
of worshiping flames. During the fire-picking festival, various tribes will
send people to the convention to collect the fire and then bring it back to
the clan. A kind of glory.
The shamans will also meet at festivals throughout the year to discuss some
things together, and occasionally reach a consensus, they will promulgate
rules that are common to all orc tribes.
It is precisely by relying on such a small number of traditional festivals and
rituals that the shamans reluctantly keep the various tribes together, instead
of directly abandoning the name of the orc and becoming an unrelated race
~www.mtlnovel.com~ madness After the tooth empire, various tribes wandered
around, and many of them disappeared in history, such as the strong crocodile
tail clan, the golden winged peng wing clan, the chicken and snake clan with
magic eyes, and so on.
After the Battle of Chaos, the vitality of all races was greatly injured, but
humans quickly recovered and relied on their strong adaptability to occupy all
corners of the continent again. The orcs had to hug the grasslands to survive.
If it were not for the rapid rise of the Green Empire, the knights of the West
Wind would even rush directly into the grassland and continue to conquer this
land. Those fox ears who work and live in the West Wind know very well about
these orcs.
Although the individual appears to be powerful, it lacks discipline and unity,
like gravel, which is difficult to achieve.
In the West Wind country when Roland was reigning, the long swallow-tail flag
fluttered like an ocean, and the knights followed the horns into the
battlefield, spears like forests. Under the implementation of glory and
mission, the knights are invincible and invincible.
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