After staying in a warm and spacious tent with Nia that night, I had a good night's sleep and relieved the fatigue of these days of travel. It wasn't until the sun rose the next day that Lorain Hill slowly rose from the cashmere blanket in his pajamas.

I rubbed my eyes and straightened out my scattered hair, only then did I hear the sound of conversation outside the tent.

"Uncle Kuller, yesterday I saw everyone drive the sheep back, did something happen?"

Nia's voice came from outside, and then a deep voice rang out.

"Recently, the fight between the White Wolf Clan and the Black Wolf Clan has intensified. Some time ago, the leader of the Black Wolf Clan led people to rush into the wedding scene and robbed the new wife of the heir of the White Wolf Clan. After being severely humiliated, the White Wolf clan has been retaliating recently, just the day before yesterday, thousands of people on both sides confronted each other by the Shemu River, although there was no large-scale fighting, but more than a dozen people died on each side. ”

"The situation is getting worse and worse, both sides are large tribes of hundreds of thousands of people, and in case of a full-scale fight, we are likely to be affected." The uncle with a deep voice said worriedly.

"Didn't the shamans mediate?" Nia asked.

"At the beginning of the month, the Hakka Shaman of the Snow Leopard Clan came to mediate as an intermediary, and it is said that the two sides almost fought in the mediation tent, and then the Kejan Shaman could not do it, so he had to disperse and let them solve it themselves."

"The main thing is that the old wolf king left too suddenly, and he died unexpectedly while hunting the Fierce God Falcon, without the suppression of this sequence 7, the following sons also have their own thoughts, and 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 Clan are brothers, they were at odds in the early years, and it is said that the leader of the Black Wolf Clan was cuckolded by the handsome leader of the White Wolf Clan when he was young, which has always been regarded as a shame by him. Now that it is developed, it is natural to take revenge and come back. ”

"That's right......" Nya sighed.

"To us Sheephorn, any of them are behemoths and cannot be provoked, so we can only shrink back now, so as not to be led by them in the fight."

"When the time comes, they really rob and kill, excuse me, mistakenly injured and admit mistakes, we can't say, we can only consider ourselves unlucky."

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"Come on, Nia, the clan is counting 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 Nia on the shoulder, and the voice gradually stopped.

When Lorain Hill got dressed and walked out of the tent, he saw Nia standing alone outside the tent, as if thinking about something.

"Are you awake, Loraine?" Nia saw Lorain Hill come out and greeted her.

"Hmm. Good morning, Nia. ”

"It's not early, Loraine, it's almost noon." Nia said with a smile, and pulled Lorain to breakfast.

Breakfast was scones with grilled sausage slices, and the goat's milk tea was still drunk. Although the Giethoorn are not wealthy, the little food that entertains the guests can still be satisfied, not to mention that it is Nia's classmate, a distinguished guest from Emenas.

After a day of rest at Nia's home, Lorain Hill and her journey to the end of their goal, the area where the Scarlet Devil Pig lives.

The two of them changed a few good horses in the clan, and the speed was a little faster than before. Riding a horse over the vast field, the sun appears and obscures as the clouds roll in the sky, and the earth slowly shifts between light and dark.

As the two of them went all the way to the west, the orcs they encountered on the way gradually increased, with various teams, some 4-5 people, some 20-30 people, and some more than 100 people. They wore leather jackets and linen clothes, but the colors were much brighter than those they had 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 also wear silver jewelry on their hands.

Seeing that Loren Hill was a little curious, Nia explained, "They are going to the fire festival. ”

I see, Lorain Hill thought to himself, and then recalled what he had seen in Amenas. The orcs have a tradition of worshipping fire dating back to ancient times, and it is said to be a continuation of the tradition of the Giants' Court.

According to the frescoes found in archaeological discoveries, the emperor of the giant sits on a throne, behind him is a huge sun, the sun's rays like feathers, enveloping the world, and a flame burning in the heart of the giant.

It is said that it is the first flame that comes to earth, the first light and the first heat.

The source of all fires, the fire of all fires.

The King of the Giants sprinkled flames on the earth, and from the flames came various human forms, the progenitors of all humanoid intelligent beings.

However, this statement is not recognized by the elves, who believe that they were born as early as the fruit of the World Tree, and they landed and took on human form. The myth of the Eastern Continent is that the dragon created the world, and the dragon of creation formed the world with its tail in the void, and human beings were transformed by the tears of the dragon of creation.

There are also theories that humans are descendants of angels who have lost their wings, and a few who even believe that humans are hidden children of demons who have been abandoned by their parents. But the truth is that both angels and demons came to this world very late.

Regardless of these myths and legends, the orcs still have a tradition of worshipping fire, and during the fire festival, each tribe will send people to the assembly to collect the fire and bring it back to the clan, which is said to bring good luck and glory.

Throughout the year, shamans would meet at festivals to discuss matters, and occasionally when they reached a consensus, they would issue rules that were common to all orc tribes.

It is this small number of traditional festivals and rituals that allows the shamans to keep the tribes together, rather than simply abandoning the title orcs and becoming unrelated races.

Since the Wild Fang Empire, various tribes have wandered in all directions, and many of them have disappeared into history, such as the strong crocodile-tailed clan, the golden-winged Pengyi clan, the chicken snake clan with magic pupils, and so on.

After the Chaos War, the vitality of the various races was greatly damaged, but the humans quickly recovered, relying on their strong adaptability to occupy all corners of the continent again, and the orcs had to survive in the grassland.

If it weren't for the rapid rise of the Verdant Empire, the knights of the west wind would even rush directly into the grassland and continue to conquer this land. The fox-eared people who served and lived in Zephyr knew a lot about these orc kinds.

Although individuals may seem strong, they lack discipline and unity, and they are like gravel.

And in the land of Zephyr during Roland's reign, the long swallowtail flag fluttered like an ocean, and the knights followed the horn into the battlefield, and the guns and halberds were like a forest. With the implementation of glory and mission, the knights are invincible and invincible.