Generally, only the steppe nomads live in tents, because they need to migrate with the migration of livestock, and only tents are convenient for migration.

Forest hunters, on the other hand, do not generally live in tents, and can live in more comfortable stationary houses because they do not need to move every once in a while.

This orc tribe originated from the grassland more than 100 years ago, so it still retains the living habit of the grassland people, that is, to build animal skin tents.

It's okay to live in a fur tent in the jungle temporarily, but it's obviously problematic to live in it for a long time.

The tent can't protect against snakes, insects, rats and ants at all, although the orcs are strong and have a strong ability to adapt to the environment, and there is nothing they can do with them, but some cats still have a way to take them, such as tigers.

The wooden house built by Vitruvius simply opened another door for the orcs, and it turned out that the house could be made of wood to make a boxy.

The rumored trolls of the forest do not live in tents, but can be made of bamboo, which are light, beautiful.

The well-dry wooden houses built by Vitruvius were still very different from the houses of real forest trolls, consuming a lot of wood and appearing very heavy in appearance, but this was more in line with the aesthetics of the orcs.

As soon as the hides were built, the orcs of the tribe came to visit in pairs.

The Chief Orc came again, praising Vitruvius' bark hut and muttering a great deal of beastly words to Vitruvius.

Then a group of five orc warriors set up tents directly in Vitruvius's hides.

They are the Orc Guards of the Troll Witch Doctor Vitruvius.

Night.

When the big she-bear starts snoring.

The entire orc tribe was buzzing.

The long-awaited sacrificial ritual began.

Vitruvius was respectfully invited to visit the sacrificial rites of the orcs.

In the central square of the orc tribe, a huge bonfire burns.

The orcs formed a large circle with four huge totem poles of different shapes and a roaring bonfire.

The orcs began to beat with their feet on the ground.

Papapa, pa......

After stepping on the left foot, step on the right foot;

After stepping on the right foot, step on the left foot.

Then start a neat swing.

This time, it's not a head shake, but a whole body from the waist up.

The orcs raised their hands high as if they were on fire.

Then flick your waist in unison.

Brush!

From afar, it looks like a fire.

The atmosphere in the square gradually became hot.

It may be that the hour has come, or that the atmosphere has reached a tipping point.

Four old orcs entered the circle and stood in the four directions of the central campfire, southeast, northwest, and north.

These four old orcs are the four beasts of peace, peace, protection, and integrity.

Under the reflection of the blazing bonfire, the figures of the four old orcs looked extremely majestic, like four great gods.

Their faces were solemn and they all took a deep breath.

Vitruvius could see that this Nima was going to soar the rhythm of the high notes together.

I saw that after the old orcs sucked to the end in one breath, they raised their beast eyebrows and raised their hands to the sky.

They shook their waists and sang in unison: "Danger shouts high, the number is dead." ”

The orcs shook their waists together and shouted, "Hey, Deadwood! Hey, Deadwood! ”

The orcs began to circle as they shouted in harmony.

They shook the upper half of their bodies and walked the lower half of their bodies.

Go in circles.

The four old orcs in the center shouted in unison again: "Grind your teeth and drink blood, cry the night moon." ”

The orcs echoed in unison: "Hey, Cry Night Moon!" Hey, Night Moon! ”

"The earth collapses and the mountains are destroyed, and the road is crossed."

The orcs echoed in unison: "Hey, the road is cross! Hey, the road is crossing! ”

"The strong man goes west and does not return."

The orcs echoed in unison: "Hey, no return!" Hey, no return! ”

The orcs shook it, took two steps, and roared.

Shake it, take two steps, and roar

The vast aura that existed forever became more and more intense.

The four old orcs in the central campfire, after shaking their bodies and leading the singing for three rounds, stopped singing, and the four old orcs kept silent and devoted themselves wholeheartedly to the dance.

And the sacrificial song full of vast atmosphere is constantly repeated by the orcs on the periphery.

While singing, around the central totem pole, bonfire, four dancing old orcs, shaking their bodies, walking in a rhythmic pace.

"Danger is high, dead wood."

"Grind your teeth and drink blood, cry the night moon."

"The earth collapses and the mountains are destroyed, and the road is crossed."

"The strong man goes west and does not return."

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In the accompaniment of this tragic and desolate sacrificial song, the four old orcs turned in circles in place one after another, with strange and desolate postures, which was also the sacrificial dance.

The four old orcs are centered on themselves, constantly turning in circles.

The orc warriors on the periphery circled around the giant campfire in the center.

When the orcs on the periphery turned three big circles, the four old orcs inside didn't know how many times they had turned.

After three large turns, the orcs on the periphery began to rotate counterclockwise.

The four old orcs in the center stopped turning in a self-centered circle, stood still one after another, and then the golden rooster became independent.

The four old orcs stood on one foot, and then stretched their two hands and the other foot, as well as their heads, as best they could.

The four old orcs stood still, like four sources that were constantly radiating light and heat.

Four majestic sculptures.

Suddenly, a misty red light appeared on the four old orcs, and the red light emitted was very faint, but it lingered.

"Hiss......" Vitruvius gasped.

Just now, Vitruvius had been watching the orcs sing and dance, but he didn't notice that the four totem poles standing tall and simple had also lit up with a red light at some point.

Four totem poles, four old orcs.

It lit up red.

At this moment, the orcs who were circling around the periphery suddenly stopped singing and dancing and stood still.

The four old orcs, whose bodies were emitting a faint red light, also retracted their postures and re-established.

From extreme movement to extreme silence, only the crackling sound of the campfire burning.

A solemn air arose spontaneously.

The most revered old orc, the chief of the flat beast, took a deep breath and shouted, "Sacrifice of life! ”

All the orcs echoed in unison: "Wow! Hey! ”

Bang la la blah.

A team of four orcs in groups of five pulled four wooden carts, each of which contained a tiger-shaped monster.

These four tiger-type demonic beasts are all alive, but they have been beaten to death by the orcs, leaving only one breath.

The four old orcs stepped forward very rudely and dragged the four tiger-shaped demonic beasts out like kittens.

The tiger-type demonic beast resisted, and it was punched twice.

These four-headed tiger-type demonic beasts were already extremely weak, they were seriously injured and bloody, and they were in a highly negative state, where were they the opponents of the four strongest old orcs of the jungle tribe.

The four old orcs pressed the four-headed tiger-shaped demonic beast under the totem pole, then drew their weapons and stabbed them into the tiger's heart.