The night, no matter how long it is, will pass, although many people do not want him to pass this night.

When the distant fireball crept out of the distant mountains, the darkness in the sky turned into a faint blue color, and the towering north mountain outside the Zabuli set took the first rays of sunlight, and the snow on the top of the mountain reflected a dazzling golden yellow.

The sound of "woo ......" resounded throughout the snowfield, the long horns were hoarse, dull and depressing, and a group of white-clothed and white-armored knights came out from the largest and only earth-yellow king's tent in Zabuli, everyone holding white flags, and everyone slowly walked forward with a sad face on their faces. Twenty-four horses later, a white Anglas bull dragged the white cart forward, the cart was not large, covered with a white carpet, and on the floor was a plain white chair, on which sat an old Beamon with a white beard and squinting eyes as if he were sleeping. This is the old king of the orc tribe!

The white ox cart was followed by a yellow ox cart, except that the overall decorative color was mainly yellow, there was no big difference, but a Beamon who was in the prime of life did not sit down, but stood on the ox cart, holding the railing, and looked at the back of the car in front of him with a sad face. This is the great king of the orc tribe, Tie Xin V.

The king of the Zeng tribe has always been served by the Beamon royal family, after all, Beamon's strength is too strong, not only born with divine power, but also known as the steel and iron copper skin, ordinary attacks can't even hurt his fur, just one person's strength is enough to easily destroy the weak tribes on the prairie, if it weren't for the difficulty of Bimeng's fertility, with the strength of their clan, it would have been enough to sweep the continent.

After the chariot of Tiexin V, there were also twenty-four knights in white clothes and white armor, who even put down their helmets, and then behind them were the Beamons who knelt on the ground, and everyone was grief-stricken, but they did not dare to cry bitterly, so they could only cry silently.

It's time to come, and the funeral ceremony begins!

One by one, the old men came out of their tents and walked towards the rear of the knights, where they had to join the procession. The commotion also began, a pair of hands pulled at the placket of his old man's clothes, blocked the old man's road, beat his chest, paused, but only dared to cry silently, did not dare to cry loudly.

The notice of the funeral ceremony was posted on the outer wall of the earthen enclosure, that is, the white parchment that the three tiger boys saw, and various matters had already been listed, among which was a warning: How can you ruin the mood of the Heavenly Father with a cry of sacrifice to the Heavenly Father!

Seeing that the movement is getting bigger and bigger, there are about to show signs of getting out of control. Old Beamon, who was originally sitting in the car, opened his slightly closed eyes, and his voice was hoarse and old, and it turned out to be the old man who took the lead in singing "Requiem" last night: "The people of the orc tribe, the funeral gift is just to return to the Heavenly Father's side, there is no need to be so sad!" It is a good thing that we should celebrate when we return to our Heavenly Father and no longer have to suffer this ordeal! Besides, we are only one step ahead, we will meet again at the Father's side, and then we will never be separated from the Father's side again! Are you going to practice it for us with your tears? ”

Hearing that the old king, who has a prestige in the orc tribe and unifies the orc tribe with the power of the Beamon clan, prohibits the tribes from fighting each other, so that the orc tribe and the human race have the power to fight, everyone quieted down and stopped commotion.

Old Beamon looked back at Tie Xin V, "Play music!" The music sounded, but it was not the festive music he expected, but a "parting song", which was mournful. Old Beamon glared at Tie Xin V fiercely, but he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "It's a big deal!" But he didn't say more, but the giant hand waved down in the air, "Let's go!" It seems that this trip is not to die, but to lead the warriors of the year to the battle.

"Sending you back, my heart is really sad, the rain and snow are falling, and the road is difficult. Sending you back, I was really sad, and I stopped the road with my clothes and told me from the bottom of my heart. Sending you back, I am really sad, I will make a decision, and beg for Chang'an. The song sounded, and one by one the old people broke free from the involvement of their families, slowly joined the team, and headed towards the north mountain outside the Zakbuli group, leaving only a group of young men and children who knelt on the ground and wept silently.

The trip was huge, but the only thing that returned in the afternoon was the weeping forty-eight horsemen and two empty ox carts. The admired old king will never come back, and those old people will never come back.

The funeral ceremony was over, and the sound of bitter crying sounded, and in an instant Zakburi turned into a sea of white, and even the king's tent was covered with a white coat and white paper flowers. At this time, everyone changed into white robes, every family brought filial piety, every household mourned, and only the cry echoed in the sky.

The deceased is gone, life has to go on, grief cannot be the whole of life, everything has to return to the original trajectory.

Seven days later, King Beamon Tiexin V returned to Zabuliji alone, his original majestic body was emaciated, his eyes were red and swollen, his beard was dirty, and his face was haggard, but his steps were strangely heavy and firm.

Soon a new proclamation was issued in the king's tent, which contained only one sentence: "Life or death, live or die, war!" "The big characters of the wild grass and the blood-red seal are thrilling!

On the eighth day after the funeral, all the young adults of the orc tribe gathered outside Tuweizi and listened to the final mobilization of King Timon V, who was wearing a white cloak on Tuweizi."

Warriors of the Orc Tribe, our fathers saved the last ration for us seven days ago, but this ration is still not enough! Can we watch our weak wives starve to death before our eyes? Answer me, can you? ”

The grief of losing their parents and loved ones has not yet passed, and the young orcs who are oppressed by the pressure roar one by one, "Can't!" No! ”

"Can we watch our lovely children starve to death before our eyes?"

"Can't! No! ”

"What can we do?"

"Fight! War! War! Rob! Rob! Rob! ”

"What are we fighting for?"

"For the sake of food...... "For the sake of ...... relatives", "For the sake of children" This answer was not neat and unified enough, causing a little commotion among the orcs.

At this time, several loud voices came from the Beamon tribe: "For survival!" ”

Everyone seemed to have found the backbone of the heart, and shouted neatly, "For survival!" To survive! ”

"Heaven and earth gave birth to our orcs, and they absolutely gave us the right to survive, and we ...... in order to survive."

"Fight!"

"To survive!"

"Fight!"

"To survive!"

"Fight!"

"Heavenly Father is above, and the heroic spirits of our fathers are blessed by heaven, and we will win this battle!"

"Victory! Win! Win! ”

Tie Xin V stood on the earthen fence and quietly looked at the orcs who were already boiling with blood, and was silent for a long time, until everyone was quiet, and then waved his big hand powerfully, "Return to the tribe, and go out tomorrow to sacrifice the flag!" ”

How could the three Tegel brothers and the children miss such a lively event, one by one stood from a distance to see their fathers and brothers standing in the middle of the team, that majestic and majestic appearance, listening to the answer between Tiexin V and the orcs, one by one was also enthusiastic. After everyone disbanded, they ran over one by one and pulled their father and brother, shouting that they would join the army and fight for their own survival, but what they got were bursting chestnuts one by one.

Tegel didn't wait for his father, but waited for King Beamon's guards: "Is it the little hero of Tegel?" My king is invited! ”

Little heroes? My king is invited? What's going on? But looking at the envious eyes of the children around him, Tegel's vanity was greatly satisfied, "It is Tegel's honor to be summoned by the king, and Tegel is very happy to serve you!" ”

Tegel instructed his two younger brothers to wait for their father in the same place, and he followed King Beamon's guards to the king's tent, holding his chest high and his waist straight all the way.