"How's it going, eldest prince?"

A short time later, Davout Jiandun left his father. When Davout returned to his home with two orc guards, he was greeted by an orc shaman who was waiting for him.

"Of course it worked!"

Davout smiled and gave the orc shaman with the oil paint on his face a hug. Then he asked the servant to fetch the wine, and while drinking, he said to the orc shaman who supported him: "This guy Uwu is a waste who only knows how to have fun.

This time, although someone taught him to say something that was okay. But how could this waste command the warriors of the tribe, he didn't even dare to fight for it. So, everything was as we planned, I would be the commander of all the tribal warriors, and then the commander of the entire Chirui coalition. ”

"Great, my prince, wonderful!"

Stout in stature, in the eyes of an orc, it looks like a dwarf orc shaman who suddenly smiled when he heard this. Then I saw him drink all the wine from the quilt. Then he looked at the tall and majestic orc with black braided hair in front of him, and the orc prince Dawu with a scar on the corner of his mouth, and said: "A few months ago, I did divination, and the king's lifespan is not long.

It won't be long before the king returns to the bosom of his ancestors. So, to be sure, you'll have to keep the warriors of your tribe firmly in your hands. And now, you've done it.

Then all you need to do is establish your prestige with this impossible war, and there will be nothing stopping you from becoming the next King of Chirui. ”

"Yes, that's right. Thank you, Master. ”

Thinking of the days when the shaman named Hanfeng had given him advice, the orc prince who was in a good mood thanked him and poured another glass of wine for Hanfeng.

But then, when the orc prince remembered the great patriarch of the Fireblade tribe who was about his age and was still his playmate, Red Tiger. The smile on his face instantly fell, and he said cautiously: "Now I'm just afraid that this war is not as simple as we imagined."

Red Tiger, I still know this guy, he's not that unbearable. Since the human kingdom in the far east can defeat him and the orc warriors under his command, I am afraid that it will not be so easy to deal with.

So, Master of the Cold Wind. I would like to ask you to do one more divination for me and see if the next war is going so well. ”

Externally, orc shamans preach that they are proficient in divination and have the ability to predict the future.

But almost all orc shamans know that divination is simply a means of pretending to be mysterious. The results obtained from divination with all kinds of animal bones are not credible at all.

But there are always those who deceive others and deceive themselves at the same time.

This orc shaman named Cold Wind in front of him is like this.

When he occasionally missed a few things with divination, he really thought that he had the ability to predict the future. And to this day I believe in it.

And a liar deceived himself all. Let him deceive others, but it will be simple. After all, it is difficult to have such confidence and sincerity if you can't fool yourself.

Therefore, after being in contact with this shaman for a long time, whenever he encountered something that he could not decide, the orc prince Dawu would ask Hanfeng to divinate him.

Even, the shaman's cold wind divination of animal bones has become more and more practice-perfect.

For example, at this moment, when he heard the request of the eldest prince Davout, Hanfeng immediately took out the rooster bones he was carrying.

But because the rooster can crow and tell the dawn, he knows when it is day. Therefore, Hanfeng felt that only by divining with rooster bones could the results be the most accurate. It is even more accurate than the tiger and cow bones commonly used by other shamans.

Of course, this could also be due to his good luck when he used the bones, and Domeng hit a few things.

But after taking the rooster bones out of their arms, whether it was the shaman Hanfeng or the orc prince, their expressions instantly became serious and serious.

"Great Ancestral Spirit, please guide me, help me clear the fog in front of me, so that I can see the truth of the future......"

With a chicken bone in his hand, the shaman muttered for a while, and threw the chicken bone into the fire.

Then, when the rooster's bones crackled, the shaman hurriedly pulled the bones back from the fire.

"Haha, auspicious signs are auspicious signs. Great Prince, you don't have to worry anymore. This time, you will surely return with glory, and there is no doubt about what the Great Ancestral Spirit foresaw!"

He showed the blackened chicken bone in his hand to the orc prince, so that the orc prince was completely relaxed.

Although he didn't understand what was so special about the charred chicken bones, the shaman's words gave him a lot of confidence.

......

"Great Patriarch, the latest news, the Strongshield Tribe has accepted your proposal and agreed to form a coalition army. So, in seven days, there will be a rally in the city of Strongshield. Invite you, along with several other tribal chiefs or representatives, to discuss the formation of an alliance. ”

Three days later, Fireblade City, the Fireblade Tribe. It was in Red Tiger's castle made of stone that his men finally brought him good news.

But when he thought of all the bad things that had happened to the tribe these days, the red tiger at this moment did not feel relaxed and happy. But he just touched his shiny head and whispered, "Good, I know." Tomorrow we will leave for the Strongshield Tribe. ”

"Yes, Grand Patriarch!"

Seeing this, his subordinates responded, bowed their heads and were about to retreat.

But at this moment, I don't know what to think, Chihu, who was sitting there, suddenly called out to his subordinate again.

"Have you heard of the Soul Reaper who wields the flames?"

"Well, there is no patriarch of mine. ”

"No?"

"Yes, my patriarch. I ......"

"Then what are you doing as the captain of the guard!" Chihu suddenly became furious and slammed his fist on the table in front of him.

"Damn it, this damn life-reelling ghost in charge of the flames. In just 10 days, more than 20 soldiers patrolling outside were killed. But until now, we didn't know what that guy was. Gan, how is this possible. Those guys patrolling outside are all stupid pigs who don't have brains!"

Chihu scolded, and the whole person was about to explode.

But just ten days ago, in a group of three, one of the security patrol teams responsible for patrolling the territory suddenly lost contact.

The next day, when others found the missing security patrol, they found out. All of these three-person security patrols were killed. And judging from the scene of the fight, there was only one gangster who attacked this patrol.

One man, with one enemy and three soldiers, killed three heavily armed patrol soldiers, and each dead patrol soldier had a wound as if it had been burned by flames. It's incredible.