The collection continues to increase, and the mood is very refreshing, hehe.

"What are they doing?" the dwarf asked, lying behind a rock at the top of the hill, looking at the brightly lit orc camp in the distance, "and they're going to party like this all night?"

After deliberately freeing up the orcs who attacked the fugitives, the team quickly found the whereabouts of the survivors - although the unique environment of the wasteland greatly interfered with long-distance tracking and detection magic, the elves' tracking skills were not limited in the slightest, and with the help of the medicine that Haim had applied to their opponents in advance, and the help of the magic eagle in the sky, they easily achieved their goal of tracking each other. For the squad on Melmer's back, leisurely moving a few kilometers behind the orcs, the operation was more like a trip to see the northern wilderness.

The stalking orcs were unaware of the explorers behind them, and the creatures that escaped were like wild beasts being chased by hunters, and they didn't even dare to look back. They fled as fast as they could in their lives, and the physical strength and endurance they had cultivated through years of plundering in the wasteland were on full display, and a day later, the team finally arrived at their humble camp under the guidance of the orcs.

Surprisingly, however, when the orcs entered the camp, which was apparently improvised, the team's imaginary chaotic scene of the orcs angrily rushing out of the camp because their companions had been killed did not appear, instead, after only a few minutes, the whole camp was in a state of jubilation, all the orcs shouted loudly, they lit a roaring bonfire, and began a sleepless around the fire.

The Orcs' reaction frustrated the team's plan, and the explorers, who had intended to use the wrath of their opponents to lead them into a pre-arranged trap and annihilate them, and then use the remaining orcs to find their true base camp, had to put their original plans on hold for the time being, and instead lurked near the camp, waiting for other opportunities to attack- There were at least four hundred orcs and the same number of wolves in this camp, and there was no guarantee that there would be no such big creatures as the Ground Worms here, and the team could not risk attacking without fully understanding the details of their opponents.

"They seem to be performing some kind of ritual," said Heim thoughtfully, "a ranger who once traveled the wasteland told me that one of the orc tribes here holds a great celebration at a certain time—only the wizard knows when to do it—sacrificing their ancestors with captured prey, thanking them for their protection and food in the wasteland." This ritual is first performed in the interiors of the various tribes and camps, and then all the orcs will rush to their tribe's birthplace with their offerings, where they will carry out a larger sacrifice. ”

"If the ranger is right," the elf paused for a moment, then said, "the orcs we met were supposed to be the hunting party sent out in search of the sacrifices, and the fugitives were the sacrifices they chose, and because of their failures, these poor fellows would have to take their place - some of them would be killed here, and the rest would be taken to the birthplace of the tribe, where they would be sacrificed to the ancestors of the orcs." ”

"So as long as we wait here until the ceremony is over, they'll automatically lead us to their lair?" Nack asked, slightly excited.

"If it's really as I suspected," said Heim calmly, "and if all the orcs in the barbarians' territory belong to the same tribe - in fact, it's very likely, that orcs from the same tribe usually live in the same area. ”

"But when will they end?" asked the dwarf, impatiently, "Are we just waiting here stupidly?"

"Only when the campfire burns out will they stop and head towards the place of origin. Heim replied, "Normally, those campfires burn for at least two days. ”

"Two days!" If it weren't far enough, the roar of the tomahawk would have woken up the orcs, who were immersed in the frenzy of ancestor worship, and he waved angrily to chase away the mosquitoes that had always stubbornly targeted his nose - in the process of lurking, these little bugs caused many times more trouble for the tomahawk than the others, which was enough to infuriate the already impatient dwarves.

"Maybe it won't be that long," Rhaegar said suddenly. He knew very well what his companions were thinking, no one really wanted to stay here for two days, and the bitter cold of the nights and the heat of the day, combined with those pesky mosquitoes, and the inconvenience of not being able to make a fire to cook in order to avoid exposure, would not be pleasant.

"I think I have a way to get these bonfires to burn out early," Rhaegar looked at Haym, "but I want to know how the orcs who performed the rituals would react if these flames, which could have lasted two days, suddenly turned to ashes in a short period of time?"

"They will see it as a favor from their ancestors. Without hesitation, the elf replied, "As far as I know, there have been several times in the history of orcs that they thought it was the honor of their ancestors for those tribes. ”

"Good. Rhaegar said, then made a quick gesture, and the surrounding primordial particles quickly converged towards him, and then flew towards the campfire in the orc camp in the distance under his command.

"We'd better prepare ahead of time," Heim said to his companions, "I think those orcs are going crazy in a minute." ”

A thunderous cheer rang out from the orc camp as his words fell. There, the campfire, which had been burning steadily, suddenly became so strong that the flames engulfed even a few orcs who were too close, but this did not dampen the enthusiasm of the orcs, whose emotions rose with the blazing flames, and everyone fell into a kind of extreme ecstasy—in their opinion, the favor of their ancestors was coming to them.

The fire quickly ran out of firewood, and the fire quickly swelled into a huge ball of fire, which then burst open and scattered into the night sky, the last vestiges of the bonfire's existence disappeared after the sparks vanished.

The orcs did not calm down because of this, and the frenzy reached its peak at this moment, and the orcs shouted and poured out of the camp wildly, and the tide of people carried the sacrifices they had hunted, and ran away without stopping.

"Are they going to go to the birthplace of their ancestors like this?" Nack looked at the orcs in the distance, dumbfounded, "no provisions, no preparations?"

"For the orcs, everything that lives in the wasteland is their sustenance. The elf said: "The orcs during the sacrifice are far more dangerous than usual, before the sacrifice they will take everything they see alive as food, and any creature that tries to stand in their way will be regarded as an enemy, and after the sacrifice is over, the orcs who have discarded their original items will do everything possible to double down on the other races in order to make up for the losses that may be caused." ”

"I believe," a palpitating light flashed in Rhaeggar's eyes, "they won't have such a chance again, and this will be their last rite." The geist seemed to revert back to the god who ruled everything, he looked majestically at the backs of the orcs, as if the judge was looking at the prisoners who were about to be sentenced, and the next moment, he summoned the swamp monster that had turned into a giant python, and then flew on the back of his pet, and chased after the orcs who had gone away with his companions.

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