"Whew. The flames roared and burned even more vigorously, drawing loud cheers from onlookers. Seven or eight shirtless men of the Ox clan gathered around the campfire, with traditional fur garments of beasts around their waists, beautiful ornaments wrapped around the horns on their heads, and shiny gold horns on the tops. The strong men held the torches high in their right hands, and the footboards under their bodies stepped on unique dance steps, and the hard soles of their feet stepped on the pre-paved stone slabs, and the crisp crashing sounds were connected together, forming a percussion with a strange rhythm, which had a special interest in the lively party.

"Roar, roar!" the strong men of the cattle clan roared in unison, raising torches to the sky, and the onlookers, both men and women, let out an earth-shattering cheer together, and the pungent wine syrup poured into the mouths of the herdsmen like water, but the herdsmen still yelled excitedly as if nothing had happened.

In the most honorable place around the fire, there was no hastily sitting on a few hides, as the orcs did, but tables and chairs were used to take care of human habits. Several long and narrow tables are arranged in a concave shape next to each other, each occupying one, in fact, it is customary to use this kind of table to receive humans more than 2,000 years ago, but few humans appear in this relatively closed tribe, and it has been passed down like this.

Five people, including Marcia, sat in the middle of the feast, with the tribal leaders, priests, and several elders accompanying them on the left and right, and as for the tiger man Palch, who had been with him for a few more days, he was the most familiar with everyone, and he was fortunate enough to sneak in and sit at the very end. In the middle of the concave banquet is a separate fire, where the stag that Diana has hunted has been moved after a rough roast, and the rabbit girl who is the best cook in the tribe is carefully cared for, and the cut venison is carefully smeared with secret fats and spices, so that various seasonings can easily penetrate into the inside of the meat, making the meat more tender and delicious.

In fact, according to the original arrangement, the prey of these guests was originally arranged to be enjoyed exclusively by the guests, and the other companions ate the food of their own tribe. But Pannis took matters into his own hands. Be sure to let the other party share the prey, even though the elders of the tribe have repeatedly objected, Pannis still insists on his demand. The girls, who did not understand the customs of the tribe, were still strange, and even worried that this insistence would go against the customs of the tribe and cause conflicts. But out of trust in Pannis, the girls still didn't stop him and let him play on his own.

Unexpectedly, at the insistence of Pannis, the elders accepted their proposal. But he seemed overjoyed, and the tone of his voice and the way of reception were much more intimate. Under Pannis's covert explanation, the maidens learned that in the customs of the orc tribe, although everyone's prey should be shared, the prey of the most honorable guests could only be enjoyed by themselves, and no one should covet it. Correspondingly, however, if the most honorable guests insist on sharing their prey with the orcs of the tribe. It shows that these guests see the orcs as close friends rather than strangers, and will make them very happy, and even willing to treat those who do so as blood brothers who share life and death.

So, when the majestic stag was cut by the Pannis Commander Chef and then delivered to the members of each tribe, the whole tribe boiled. What was originally just a formal welcome party ignited the enthusiasm of the orcs because of this act, and it turned into a carnival in which every member of the tribe participated. And Catherine, Lina, and Vivien also harvested a table full of food by the way because of Pannis's self-assertion after harvesting countless sincere feelings. Every orc family that receives venison. They all poured into the campfire with the best food in the house, to share it with their human brothers and sisters, and if it weren't for the loud reprimands of the elders and the desperate dissuasion of the maidens, it is estimated that the food piled up would be enough to flood everyone's table. Catherine was also a whim. Let everyone put all the food to be sacrificed around the campfire in a circle, and everyone can share the food donated by each family, turning the welcome party into a common feast for all.

I have to admit that Catherine's on-the-spot response is still very much to the liking of the orcs, which can be seen from the degree of smiles on the faces of several orc elders, and several old people with white hair are smiling from ear to ear. It makes the girls really worried about whether they will laugh at some tragedy.

"Come, brothers and sisters. Although the tribal leader was full of gray hair, he looked steady at this time, carrying two large bowls full of spirits, and a few other bowls of juniors behind him, walked over from the seat where he was accompanied, and said to the members of the adventure group: "Everyone is willing to accept the commission to help us solve this life-and-death trouble, and are willing to be brothers with us ordinary orcs who are not even professionals, I really don't know how to express my gratitude." Please drink this glass of wine, and if you need help in the future, whether it is during this mission or after the mission, you can ask us at any time. As long as our group of people can do it, we will never refuse. ”

"Thank you, old chief. Catherine took the lead in taking the bowl from the old man's hand, although the old man called it a glass of wine, but it was actually bigger than the big bowl of soup that was usually served in the western-style restaurant, and a full bowl of wine was at least half a kilogram or more, and it smelled quite strong. Luckily, Lina and Vivien have good reasons not to touch alcohol, and the orcs respect the special requirements of the spellcaster, just as no one would pour alcohol on an orc shaman, although the shaman sometimes drinks, but the amount must be strictly controlled by himself, otherwise it is tantamount to murder. Therefore, no one toasted Lina and Vivian, so that the two of them could watch the excitement from the sidelines very comfortably. But Pannis's eyes were already shining, most of the orcs who came to toast were blocked by Pannis, and the big bowl of liquor disappeared into Pannis's mouth like water, but Pannis's eyes were getting brighter and brighter, and he drank faster and faster, so that these rough orcs had to express their admiration. However, there are always some people's toasts that Pannis can't stop for her, such as the old leader This time, Catherine could only take the huge wine bowl with a wry smile, reluctantly poured the wine in one breath, and said as usual: "Deal with these problems, we are professional, so we don't need everyone's help, we will do our best to solve this trouble, everyone just need to wait with peace of mind." But don't worry, old chief, if there is really anything you need to ask for help, I will definitely come to you for help, and I will definitely not be polite to you. ”

Catherine herself doesn't hate drinking, or rather, she actually likes to drink more than the average woman, even more than many men. But this did not mean that she was willing to accept such a throat-slitting spirit, nor did it mean that she liked to pour more than half a kilogram of such a spirit at a time, in fact she preferred a soft wine, or a wine with an endless aftertaste, so when the old leader returned to his seat satisfied, Catherine was weeping and taking the juice that Pannis had secretly handed her mouth and rinsing her mouth.

Luckily, there was food, food brought in time. The chef who had carefully grilled the venison finally brought the cooked venison, one on each table. It was a large piece of golden roast, using the best quality and most tender loin meat of the bucks, not thick or thin muscles, and cooked in a moderate amount of raw and cooked. Cutting through a piece of golden flesh, every part of it is grilled by fire, and every position is grilled just right, and the taste of the meat can be felt by sight alone.

Catherine quickly cut off a piece of meat and stuffed it into her mouth, relieving the spiciness in her mouth, and then she relieved herself and said to several elders: "Elders, we are ready to leave for the mountain tomorrow, so please help advise you orc brothers, if you want to continue drinking, you can wait for us to come back, otherwise if anyone gets drunk, I am afraid that tomorrow will be delayed for another day." ”

Catherine's reasoning worried the old orcs too, and after a few moments, an old man hurried up to leave, and soon heard the old man shouting a reprimand to the young orcs from the back of the fire. Catherine finally put her mind at ease, rubbed her face, which was flushed by the stimulation of alcohol, and said solemnly: "Regarding this commission, the Palchi brothers have already introduced us to the general situation, I wonder if the elders have any other additions or special requirements?"

Several old men looked at each other, and finally turned their gaze to the leader of the tribe. The old leader slowly put down the wine bowl and the bones in his hand, and said in a low voice: "Actually, we just want to restore the range of the undead to the range of two years ago, as long as they don't disturb the grazing and life of the surrounding tribes, we will be satisfied." ”

"Where was the range of the undead at that time?" asked Catherine, "Can you tell us about the range?"

"This ......," the old leader said embarrassedly, "In fact, we don't know much about this, after all, whether it is grazing, daily life, or traveling, no one wants to be close to the place where the undead haunt, so it is really difficult to judge the location too specifically." ”

"That's a problem. Catherine explains, "Only by knowing the location of the original undead can we deduce the exact location of the undead." Although Marcia had gone in once before and found out where the undead had gathered. However, judging from some of the information that followed, the area is quite large, and if the scope cannot be further narrowed, I am afraid that it will take a considerable amount of time to find it. ”

"The most specific location can only be narrowed down to the three mountains of Blood Mist Mountain, White Ridge Mountain and Devil Cry Mountain. The old leader said: "For many years, there have often been undead haunts on these three mountains, so there are fewer and fewer people approaching, and no one knows whether there is any change in the range behind." ”

"Uh......" Catherine asked awkwardly, "where are those three mountains?" ”

"I know. Marcia looked up from the extra flesh and said, "Tomorrow I will lead you away." (To be continued.) )