Mudala starts at dusk and lasts until late at night.

The orcs invited the real dragon on the top of the mountain, and the old wizard sealed the area of the Stone Crow Clan's territory with a magic item, so that outsiders could not see it, so that the huge black dragon could participate smoothly.

The women weaved a palace out of straw ropes, and invited Caesar to come over to the old chieftain of the crows.

Following the last time Orkash was cursed by the fire demon, this is the second time Caesar has seen so many orcs get together, and many children who rarely appear in ordinary times also ran out, not afraid of him at all, staring at the black dragon curiously, playing with each other.

The orcs follow the ancient tradition of singing loudly in both men and women, wearing painted leather shorts and a ribbon around their waists that symbolizes the crest of the Stone Crow Clan.

They munched on roast beef with honey and pepper, drank liquor from the northern nations, and laughed with each other over the campfire.

Usually these guys save a lot, but today it's completely different, and this is Mudara, the biggest festival of the year for orcs.

Fortunately, the fellows were still thinking about the black dragon when they were having fun, and knew that Caesar had a great appetite, so they did not scruple at all, and brought him the fragrant whole roasted whole sheep, in addition to large plates of black sausages, pigeon pancakes, all kinds of fruits, and barley venison soup.

"Respect the true dragon!" It was the first glass of wine that the orcs raised.

They knew very well in their hearts that without Caesar, the Stone Crow Clan might still be in poverty and embarrassment, unable to host a real Mudala, and would not be able to afford these ingredients at all.

For the black dragon, the orcs are grateful and respected from the bottom of their hearts.

"Respect the Stone Crow Clan, too."

Caesar politely raised the cup, the stone cup in his hand was many times larger than the ordinary wine glass, and at this time, he suddenly missed the human body.

You must know that when he first sat down, his huge body caused him a lot of troubles, and made a series of jokes, such as a butt to burst the paved stone, the tail overturned the whole table, and the claws crushed the plate, etc. Luna, who was stuck on his back, felt embarrassed and hid in the thorns and didn't dare to look up.

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When the booze is over, the women beat the rumbling tambourine to cheer the warriors on the dance, and that's when the real highlight of the Mudara begins.

The men rubbed their chests with the animal fat from the oil pit, and they were all gearing up to show off their skills in plain sight.

In the ancient orc empire, after they had had their fill of food and drink, the orcs would enter the gladiatorial arena and compete with each other for the title of the first warrior.

Although the former supreme empire has long since fallen apart, this link is inevitable, and the warriors all stood up with a smile and began to stride into the field.

This is not a real life-and-death struggle, so the use of bloodline power is absolutely forbidden, and spells are not allowed, and in the Mudara gladiatorial fight, they must rely purely on physical hand-to-hand combat.

The first orc soon entered, and was immediately met by someone, and the two warriors immediately engaged in a powerful bare-handed fight, jumping in circles and attacking each other.

The rest of the orcs gathered in a circle, no one intervened, their eyes widened, and they shouted the names of the warriors in the field, and the scene was enthusiastic and bloody.

"They still have a long way to go."

Sifu watched the fight off the field, as if he had no intention of speaking, he raised his glass again and thanked the black dragon beside him: "The most reliable friend of the Stone Crow Clan. ”

Caesar bowed his head politely and raised his glass at the same time.

He respected the old wizard from the bottom of his heart, and when he asked the old orc for the principles of magic, Sifu agreed without any delay at all, and taught what he knew and learned, without the slightest intention of deception and deliberate misdirection.

The more time passed, and the more familiar he became with Eladia, the more Caesar realized how valuable knowledge from the other world was.

Of course, there are also personal reasons for this, the old wizard would not have been able to teach magic knowledge to foreign clans at will, and the priority must be the same clan, but because orcs are naturally blunt, even now, there has not been a second orc with the talent to become a spellcaster.

Sifu was already very old and had to think about the future, so he didn't have to wait long, so he could only give Caesar what he knew first, praying that through him, the wizards of the Stone Crow Clan could be passed on.

However, what he didn't know was that Caesar also lived up to his expectations.

The blood in this guy's body is not at all full of elemental magic like other true dragons, and although he has memorized the valuable knowledge given to him by Sifu, it is difficult to complete even the most basic tricks in practice, and it is even more difficult to become a spellcaster.

Sometimes Caesar wondered if he was the only one of the dragons.

Vulgar dog blood, it.

"Gal! Gal! Gal! ”

At that moment, a chorus of cheers rang out in the gladiatorial arena, interrupting Caesar's thoughts and drawing his and Sifu's attention to the grass weaving palace.

Gal is already a great warrior, even if he doesn't use the power of the bloodline, his physical fitness is stronger than other orcs, not to mention that he is quite hardworking, and he is tempering his combat skills all the time, and hand-to-hand combat alone can be called the crown of the Stone Crow Clan.

By this time, he had already defeated five orcs in a row, and he still didn't breathe, and beat the popular player Orkash back again and again, and finally kicked the ground to get his sixth victory.

"Gal! Gar ......"

The orcs shouted excitedly, calling out his name, and the orc, who was nearly two meters tall, looked around and saw that the victory was decided, and no one among the hundred warriors stepped forward to challenge.

However, the Grand Commander was also willfully inflated in Mudara, and he was still not satisfied, and turned his gaze to the seat of Sifu and Caesar.

The orcs followed his gaze and were stunned for a while, when suddenly a voice shouted, "Fight him!" Sliff! Fight with him! ”

The cheers soon followed.

"Fight him! Sliff! Fight with him! ”

Caesar:???

Just as he hesitated, he saw that Sifu had already stood up, his rickety body straightened up in the sound of "click" bones, and he casually took off the old robe that had always been draped on his body, revealing the same knotted muscles, and began to step forward.

"Mudala is a carnival of the orcs, and legend has it that when the Orc Empire held Mudala in the past, even as the emperor of the empire, he had to follow the tradition and must fight when challenged."

Luna squatted on the table in front of him, holding a piece of pancake bigger than herself, nibbling on it like a squirrel, and explaining to Caesar: "However, even if you lose, it won't affect the status of the Orc Emperor." ”

Caesar looked away again.

What is somewhat surprising is that in the gladiatorial arena, the great warrior Gal has temporarily weakened, the old leader's experience is far beyond the reach of these young orcs, and Sifu's strength is also not weak, punching the flesh, beating Gal with a blue nose and swollen face and retreating again and again.

Caesar watched this scene for a while, the difference between imagination and reality made him feel a toothache, what kind of spell caster is this, he can't play hand-to-hand combat, he is even stronger than a big warrior.

However, due to age and physical strength, the strong old patriarch couldn't support it anymore, and he stopped panting and had to admit defeat and withdraw from the gladiatorial arena.

The cheers rang out again.

"Gal, little."

Sifu returned to his seat with a smile, shook off the dust from his robe, and put it on his body again: "I almost pulled my tooth out." ”

"You pulled out his teeth." Luna buried her head in nibbling on pancakes, but she couldn't help but complain when she heard this.

Caesar also wanted to pick up the stubble, but found that Sifu was smiling, raised his chin at him, and motioned for him to look down.

All the drumming, shouting, and drinking and cheering came to an abrupt end, and Caesar turned his head to look down, only to see that the orcs were all staring at him, waiting for the dragon to fall.

"Am I going too?" He asked Sifu.

The old leader replied with a smile: "As a true dragon, of course you have the right to refuse, this is just the tradition of orcs. ”

"Tsk, I really think of you as my own."

Luna muttered quietly.

Caesar thought about it, but chose to join, he didn't have the deep-seated pride of dragons, and he was completely different from the five-colored dragon metal dragon, and he was willing to get along with the orcs without prejudice.

This is also the real reason why the Stone Crow Clan can respect Caesar.