At night, a huge bonfire burns, and the orcs of the Cave Lion tribe gather around the fire to celebrate the defeat of the demon pig that has caused trouble, and by the way, there is food for the winter.

Dead leaves and firewood were piled up to form small cones, and the flames burned especially vigorously in the autumn wind, around which some orcs danced and beat leather drums. The rhythmic drums and the distant ballads bring everyone's thoughts into the distant legends.

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The heroic voices of the orcs echoed in the wilderness, and under the dark sky, around the grand bonfire, with the beating of the drums, everyone sang ancient poems with the previous sentence from time to time.

This is a poem about the legendary life of Kedalen, the founder of the Wild Fang Empire, and the orcs did not deliberately name the poem or the story, so much so that human scholars gave it an elegant name.

Lorain Hill sat on a stake by the campfire, watching the orcs sing and dance in unison, and even Nia next to her would sing a few words softly.

The melody of the ballad is not complicated, the simple notes are repeated repeatedly, but after these lion-mane beasts sing it, it has a strange charm. A kind of exoticism in the wilderness presented to Lorain Hill.

The crimson firelight reflected on her beautiful face, her long white dress covering her knees, and she was a little hot from the flames in the distance, and Loren Hill opened her mouth to try to follow the beat, whispering and learning the old song.

This simple melodic ballad was sung over and over again, and after a long time, it slowly stopped.

After flipping it a few times, the meat by the fire was almost roasted, and several orcs took it down, put it on a plate, and distributed it to everyone. Two of them were brought to Lorain and Nia.

"Thank you."

The browned and delicate roast is sprinkled with salt grains and purple grass seeds, a spice commonly used by the local orcs, which are considered a kind of pasture grass seeds, and when roasted, they emit a unique fragrance to dispel the fishy smell and make the barbecue taste better.

Luo Lan did not eat meat with milk wine like other orcs, but took out a glass of water and ate it in small gulps with chopsticks.

Due to the huge size of the demon pig, tonight's celebration is also a rare open meat, many orcs have smiles on their faces, and some children are also happily chasing among the crowd, and are stopped by the elders from time to time. Some orcs laughed and took the barbecue meat from their plates and gave them to eat a little more.

After dinner, some of the orcs began to compete with their bare hands around the fire, these tribes of the steppe. There was not much entertainment, except for eating and dancing at the banquet, that is, wrestling with each other.

Many onlookers cheered for their mates in the field, and some formed small circles to learn to sing songs or tell stories.

“...... So, in this way, Kedaron made the other tribes submit one by one, held high the banner of fangs, and became the king of all orcs. ”

Loraine and Nia sat around the old shaman and listened to him talk about the ancient past and legends.

The founder of the Crazy Fang Empire, Kedalen, proclaimed himself the Children of Fire and claimed the legacy of the Giant's Court from the sea of fire, unified the scattered orc tribes, and established a state to fight the expansion of the Elven Realm in the wilderness and plains. It was an ally with the Ogre Kingdom at the time.

In the First Age, the establishment of the True Red Empire, the first rise of humanity, and the confrontation with the Orc Empire. It's a pity that hundreds of years later, the True Red Empire was destroyed and destroyed by the orcs. However, the group of transcendents with knowledge and ability cultivated by the True Red Empire did not all die, they were scattered in all directions, some hid in the Sighing Mountains, some crossed the sea east, and some went south.

A handful of them pondered a way to defeat their enemies, and finally unearthed the extraordinary power of the Necromantic Sequence. With corpses and revenants at the core, drive skeletons and ghosts. These undead, who are not afraid of death, fight against flesh and blood, and occupy a great advantage. In just a few decades, the necromantic sequence has continued to expand among humanity, and legions of bones like an ocean have spread across the land, extinguishing the flames of life and killing and conquering the sworn enemies of the past.

In this way, the wisteria crescent banner was planted all over the land, and finally the remnants of the orcs were driven to the ancient Fea grassland, the ogres and silver elves were destroyed, the ice elves traveled overseas, and the forest elves lived in seclusion in the forest, and the world entered the second age.

After the old shaman finished telling the story of Kedaren, several other orcs also told various legends, some of which were about heroes, and some of which were poignant love stories. Their faces are facing the firelight, sometimes they are comparing the scenes in the story, sometimes they are learning those famous sayings and words, their expressions are vivid and exaggerated, firmly attracting everyone's attention, and people can't help but indulge in it.

"Miss Loraine, do you remember any stories or poems, you can also tell them to you. We are all things that circulate on the grassland, and there is actually no novelty between each other. The old shaman looked at the listening girl and asked with a smile, and there was a hint of kindness in the old man's voice.

"What do I ......" Loren Hill hesitated slightly, too long stories are definitely not suitable for this story, and short stories, she is mostly familiar with fairy tales, these orcs are probably not interested.

Let's sing a simple song, thinking of this, Loland stood up, first returned to the tent where she lived, and then took out a xylophone from the ring, which she used in school practice, but she didn't expect it to come in handy at this time.

The body of this Sit is made of rosewood, the neck is mahogany, and the body has 6 strings, which can be plucked to produce a pleasant sound.

The girl in the white dress walked back with the Sitter in her arms, sat down again, closed her eyes slightly, she pressed the strings with one hand, plucked the strings with the other, and the ethereal and clear voice sounded softly under the vast night sky.

Gently, she walked by

Lips, round as berries in June

Red as a rose, red as a rose

skin, as pale as moonlight

Gently, she walked by

The eyes are as blue as the sea and the sky

Clear as flowing water, clear as flowing water

The heart burns like a bonfire at night

Gently, she walked by

The singing voice is light and tactful, although it was composed by an unknown predecessor, but in the eyes of everyone, the beautiful woman in the song and the girl in front of her slowly coincided.

The cold moon shines on the light veil, and the night fire reflects the red face.