"It's starting to get hotter." The clan leader said with a slight sigh as he looked at the mottled bone staff and looked at the boundless sky.

"Because the dry season is coming again."

Olkash stood behind the old leader, watching every move of the other orcs of the tribe, and seemed to be in a good mood: "The little man has already sent someone a few days ago, and this time he wants more than last year, and the Grand Commander of Gal is already preparing." ”

"As Lord Caesar said, it seems that they have not yet found the recipe for summer grass, and the fruit you have picked has confused their vision."

Sifu turned his head: "Olkash, has the Bais Ergothorn been sent today?" ”

"Don't worry."

The orcs behind him nodded without hesitation: "We are not short of food now, and half of the warriors are hunting for Lord Caesar." ”

"This guy is growing so fast, and he's getting more and more able to eat."

Sifu smiled: "It seems that my decision in the first two years was quite wise. ”

"You are the greatest wise man of the Stone Crow Clan for thousands of years."

Orkash complimented him from the bottom of his heart, and looked at the old patriarch with a slightly rickety back in front of him, and his heart was full of emotion.

For as long as he can remember, he has rarely seen Sifu smile, almost never, the old patriarch always purses his lips and speaks little, likes to be in a daze with a bone cane, silently watching each orc grow, silently supporting the stone crow clan to move forward in a bumpy way.

This year, however, the situation of the tribe was much better than usual, and the life of the orcs had improved greatly, and the smile on the old leader's face gradually grew when he saw that life was getting better and better, and that no newborn died of hunger.

The arrival of the black dragon is like a pool of living water, bringing life and hope.

First of all, summer grass has been a great success in the northern countries, not only sought after by the commoners, but also catering to the preferences of many nobles, and the sales are amazing.

Although Roy, who was in charge of the sales, wanted to embezzle this huge amount of money, but due to the restrictions of the God's Oath, he could only pinch his nose and send sixty percent of the profits to the Stone Crow Clan.

When the orcs saw their first income and opened the box full of gold coins, the others didn't feel anything, but the old leader Sifu was startled.

Unlike other orcs, this wizard had seen a lot of knowledge and traveled a lot when he was young, and he knew how much such a sum of money would weigh in the human realm and how much food he could get in exchange, and his heart would inevitably be on fire.

But this money does not belong to the Stone Crow clan after all, it belongs to Caesar, and Sifu has no right to touch it.

He was very happy to know the attraction of treasure to dragons, sighed softly, didn't say anything, closed the box directly, and let the two orcs carry it to the black dragon on the top of the mountain.

However, what Caesar did next really shocked the orcs: the black dragon bestowed this treasure on the Crow clan.

A full year has passed now, but Orkash still remembers what the black dragon said at that time-

"The use of these gold coins is not to lie in my lair, where they are as meaningless as stones, and only by spending them can the true value of wealth be revealed," said the black dragon. ”

Unfortunately, almost no one in the Stone Crow Clan could understand the true meaning of these words.

How can gold coins be compared to stones? Even the old wizard Sifu, who is called a wise man, is unaware of this.

However, this did not prevent the tribe from worshipping the black dragon, and they took all the proceeds from the sale of summer grass according to Caesar's order, and bought food from humans, as well as suitable orc armor and weapons, and bought many tools that they did not know how to use at first.

After possessing resources, under the guidance of Lord Caesar, the orcs are still expanding their territory and range of activities.

Nowadays, the Stone Crow Clan has long since crossed from the Stone Age to the Iron Age, and there are enough resources to supply, so that the warriors have more time to complete training, temper their strength and combat skills, and women can not be afraid of the newborn born who cannot afford to be born, and work hard to give birth with an open belly.

As long as the current virtuous circle can be maintained, within ten years, the size and combat effectiveness of the Stone Crow Clan will be multiplied several times, and it will become a large tribe that truly has the right to speak in the Nuoda Mangye.

"How many people is Gal going to take with you?"

Sifu, who had been silent for a while, suddenly spoke, squinting at the rising sun in the distance.

"Twenty is enough, we have walked this road I don't know how many times, and we are very familiar with the flying ape clan in the Moster Canyon, so there will be no problem."

Orkash said angrily that the orcs have changed a lot more or less in the past year, and even the great commander who is not good at words has spoken more, and he is the same.

"Okay, then you take the rest of the people to hunt, and then tell the women to start preparing."

Sifu nodded and said in a deep voice, "Tell the children that we are going to hold 'Mudala' this year." ”

"Yes."

Olkash nodded, subconsciously walked back, but he didn't take two steps before he was stunned in place, and then quickly ran back two steps, wide-eyed and asked, "You said you were going to hold 'Mudala'?" ”

"Mudala" is the most important traditional festival of the year for the orc clan.

When the ancient orc empire had not yet collapsed, every year of Mudala was a carnival for the orcs, whether they were powerful or weak, noble or low, they all toasted and drank together, holding each other's arms and singing indulgently.

Legend has it that on that day, the orc empire would invite elves to perform operas, dwarves to show tricks, warriors to wrestle with each other, and dance with wolves.

But such a vision only survives in the story, and Olkash did not see Mudala with his own eyes, because the tribe had not been able to hold the carnival before.

It was so barren that whenever the dry season came, and on the day of the Mudala in history, the orcs of the Raven Clan had to do everything simply, taking out the stored dry food, giving the children a full meal, and kneeling in the stone cave to pray to the ancient ancestors, so as to remember the presence of Mudara.

Although he had heard the women talk to each other about the Mudala before, Olkash did not pay attention to it, but this time it was different, he actually heard the old patriarch personally tell him that he would hold the Mudala this year to celebrate.

"What you say is true?" Orkhash is still uncertain.

"Hurry up and prepare."

The old leader replied with a smile: "It's too late." ”

"Just in time!"

Orkash slammed his fists together and became excited, he nodded excitedly, turned his head and ran quickly towards the tribe: "I'll go and invite Lord Caesar first......"

The orc's voice grew farther and farther away.

Sifu looked at Olkash's back with a smile, and it was not until his figure completely disappeared that he gradually retracted his smile and opened his mouth to mutter, "Caesar...... When I die, will you choose it? ”