On the second night of the hunting ceremony, the hunting ceremony was held in the open space outside the big tent in the mountains, and the armor soldiers lit a bonfire to the sky, and the tiger slaves, bear slaves, armor slaves, and eagle slaves ordered by the orcs to put the bloody elk into the pot in front of the four bonfires. The four medicine men brought all kinds of precious herbs in the dense forests of Dangshan Mountain, and boiled Artemisia soup to prevent spring plague in a large cauldron. Cannibal cooks cook fine rice over the bonfire, and aunts and servants shuttle endlessly, adding all kinds of fresh game to the cups and plates of princes, princesses, princesses, and generals.

"Ladies and gentlemen, don't be impatient, at today's celebration, in addition to enjoying the dance of the beautiful princesses and the wonderful swordsmanship of the sons, the most important thing to reward is the warrior of our Great Zhou, our wisest prince, who has boundless strength and bravery. He fought bravely and wisely against tigers, fought against bears, and was the first warrior of my Great Zhou. General Perlun raised his glass, stood in the center of the field, and said loudly.

"Oh oh oh, the prince is mighty, the prince is mighty, the prince is mighty!" Two thousand armorers echoed in unison.

Four strong men carried the flame-streaked tiger into the center of the celebration, and the prince also stood up and walked among the group. The flames soared into the sky, reflecting his slender and sturdy body, and I saw Ji Yu clasping his hands into fists and speaking to everyone.

"My warriors of the Great Zhou, God has the virtue of a good life, and has blessed us with fat food, clear sweet springs, and full grains, and thank the earth and the heavens!" The prince's words were impassioned, and the thousands of armorers cheered enthusiastically!

The prince calmly raised his glass, filled it with wine, toasted the group, and danced with everyone. The firelight jumped, and when everyone was immersed in joy, the crown prince's waist hung the soul sword, and he stood steadily in the center of the crowd, scanning everyone's expressions.

Everyone on the field showed a happy smile, but behind such a smile, there were layers of murderous intentions. The prince understood, and the last son also understood, Saiphon's hand had been pressed on the hilt of the sword, and he, like the prince, knew in his heart that the assassins and the masterminds behind the scenes should be in this celebration.

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