A few days later, the Prison Song Tribe.

The morning light lit up in the east, gradually filling the plateau, over the rolling mountains, and finally looming over an army of half-orcs ready to go. This is a very elite army, the number of light wolf cavalry is more than 2000, the mountains are full of fierce warriors riding wolf warriors, and the number of infantry is even more, all of them are burly, all of them are elite warriors of the first rank in the tribe.

The song of hell that had been cheering for two days and nights because of the [Golden Cake] suddenly fell silent at this moment.

At this moment, in the middle of the tribe.

Grom half-knelt in front of the altar, holding a golden spear stuck in the ground in his right hand, dressed in old and bulky metal armor, his eyes solemn and solemn, staring at the altar of Gundam in the center of the tribe.

Chief Gree walked up and painted Grom's face with red and black lacquer, drawing a tribal totem, revealing only a pair of eyes full of war intent, like an aggressive lion.

"Grom, fight for the glory of Hellsong!"

Grom stood up, his face covered in paint, reddish-brown hair, burly, tall, and imposing, as if Gruru were alive. With the sound of earth-shattering drums, Grom rode atop the Wolf King of the Wind, and the banner of Hellsong was raised, and what they were about to face was a difficult challenge.

Mu Yun, Qin Yue, Meng Hu, and Mu Ying'er were watching outside.

Qin Yue didn't understand the half-orc's behavior: "It's just to participate in a sacrifice, why do you make it look like you're going to battle?"

Mu Yun replied: "It's not wrong to say that you go to the battlefield!"

Qin Yue showed a hint of surprise: "Why is this?"

"According to the tradition of the orcs, sacrifice is a major manifestation of strength. Mu Yun looked at the large number of tribal armies gathered little by little, and said with a slight emotion in his tone: "The Song of Hell tribe has been silent for thousands of years, and it has only risen suddenly in the last few hundred years, although the clan has a long history, but it is not enough to really be recognized by the orc race, strength is the only way to make people surrender!"

"So you hold a sacrifice to expand your influence?"

"Yes, Grom will lead the warriors to the [Valley of Glory] to worship their ancestors, this valley is extraordinary, among them, the first hammer king Gruru who buried the Song of Hell, only the strongest tribes and clans are qualified to sacrifice publicly!

Meng Hu realized the danger: "The orcs value honor above all else, Hell Song declares itself to be the strongest, then the other tribes ......"

"That's right, wait and see! Grom must face the challengers of the eight major clans at the same time!" Mu Yun looked at the majestic Grom on the wolf, and said with a little embarrassment: "This half-orc is very likely to die in the [Valley of Glory]!"

Qin Yue and Mu Ying'er were secretly speechless!

So serious?

The Song of Hell was sacrificed in the Holy Land [Valley of Glory], undoubtedly announcing to the entire plateau that the [Song of Hell] was the strongest. Warriors from other tribes can issue challenges, but Grom cannot refuse, and the sacrifice can only be completed by defeating all the challengers.

What a hard road!

Orcs are fierce and aggressive.

Every sacrifice is destined to turn into a bloody fight.

No one in the eight major clans dared to perform sacrifices in the [Valley of Glory], and [Hell Song] was the first to dare to perform a public sacrifice in the Holy Land within a thousand years, and the completion of the sacrifice was equivalent to admitting that [Hell Song] was the strongest half-orc tribe!

The Eight Tribes will definitely take on the challenge!

Therefore, the danger is beyond imagination!

"Let's go!"

Woo——!

10,000 elite soldiers, all ready.

The Wind Wolf King walked in front of Mu Yun, the huge and hideous wolf king, staring at a pair of blood-red eyes, with his fangs exposed, spewing fishy heat, so frightened that Ying'er hurriedly hid behind him.

Grom sat on the back of the wolf king, looked straight ahead, and said to Mu Yun in his mouth: "This time the clan sacrifice may be related to the human race, you can go with you to have a look, but you can't enter the valley." Because the [Valley of Glory] is the supreme holy place of the orc race, and it has not been allowed to enter by foreign races since ancient times!"

With that, Grom rode the wolf king to the front of the team.

Pull up a banner on the ground.

The army began to move slowly.

"Grom allowed us to come along. Mu Yun translated Grom's words and said to the others, "What do you think?"

Meng Hu was very interested, and the mercenary adventure character made him want to see what kind of scene the battle between the half-orcs was, and immediately expressed his attitude and said: "I think we should go and take a look!"

Qin Yue also said: "This is not only a grand meeting of the half-orc race! the result will affect the life and death of millions of people on the north side of the plain, we know the situation in advance, and it is convenient to go back and report the news." ”

Hellsong does not advocate war with the Terrans.

But if you want to prevent the outbreak of war, you must first be recognized by the eight major clans, and if you want to be recognized, you must first conquer them. If Grom dies in the Valley of Glory, it's all empty talk.

The orcs are unruly and basically unreasonable!

Ying'er didn't have an opinion and said, "Young master, I'll go!"

Mu Yun thought for a moment, Ying'er's body has recovered, her physical fitness has improved in all aspects, and with the [Holy Spring Water] in her hand, she doesn't have to worry that Ying'er will attack again, since this is the case, then go!

"Let's go!"

Mu Yun used the ghost mask to tame a few strong bison, and a few people rode the bison and set off with the half-orc team.

In the sound of the horn, the banner was flying, and there were 3,000 wolf cavalry, all scattered on the plain, and more than 7,000 half-orc elites followed in a mighty manner. Looking at the past from a high altitude, it is densely packed, magnificent, and very shocking.

Clear blue skies.

Rugged plains.

The four rode bison and set off with the army. Meng Hu has been a mercenary for many years, and the experience of this trip to the plateau is enough to become a strong stroke in the mercenary career, Mu Ying'er has not been out of the town for more than ten years, and the half-orc will always be synonymous with ferocity and brutality in his heart.

Living in the orc tribe these days has subverted her concept, although she can't understand the half-orc, but the half-orc is just a little dirty, a little bit of temper, and likes to fight, not as scary as everyone says.

As for Qin Yue......

At this moment, she stretched her arms high, her red hair fluttered in the wind, her eyes were full of intoxication, the beauty of the plateau, the half-orcs of the plateau, the scenery that she would never want to see for a lifetime. Instead of being cut down by the orcs, it was recognized by the orcs, which is enough to become a legend.

"Muyun, I want to thank you. ”

Qin Yue said softly, staring at him with a pair of moving bright eyes.

"Thank me for what?"

"If I hadn't followed you, I was afraid that I would have stayed in Baicheng for the rest of my life, and as a mediocre person, how could I have the opportunity to experience such an extraordinary adventure!"

Mu Yun said with emotion: "Actually, mediocrity is not necessarily a bad thing. ”

Qin Yue said disappreciatively: "I don't know why, I just want to know more, go to more places, and take a good look at the world." Who brought me into this world?"

Meng Hu praised: "Well said! When we come to this world, we must leave something behind!"

"What do you want to leave?" Mu Yun looked at the faces, the history books are like gold, there are very few people who can be recorded, almost all the people in this era are strangers, even if there are lucky people who are remembered by history, it is just a few pale words in the vast book collection, looking at the distant snow-capped mountains, and suddenly sighed slightly: "Whether you want to or not." We are, after all, a speck of dust in history!"

Earlier, Grom heard a conversation between several people, he could understand human language, and he always felt that the human beings in front of him had a kind of mature vicissitudes that did not match their age.

Oh, yes!

As powerful as Gruru, it can't be eternally brilliant after all.

Now the orcs are getting weaker and weaker, five thousand years later, ten thousand years later...... If one day, the orcs become extinct, will anyone remember the glory of the "Hammer King"?

"You're wrong!" Grom slowed down, his face covered with colorful lacquer and axe chisels with confidence and fanaticism, "Even if I can really only make a speck of dust, I will be the most dazzling one!

Mu Yun glanced at him sideways.

This young orc warrior is different, perhaps with more than just the noble blood of Gruru.

Perhaps, the trajectory of history has quietly changed.

............

The Glory Valley is less than 50 miles away, the plains are gradually disappearing, there are more and more mountains and forests, and Mu Yun will stay outside with the troops.

Humans are not allowed to participate in important sacrifices.

Just as everyone was busy setting up camp, suddenly a large group of orcs came from another, the number was not much inferior to the Song of Hell, it was estimated that one of the eight clans, received the Song of Hell's request, so they came to participate in the sacrifice.

Grom saw the fluttering flag, it was a burning giant blade, "It's the [Flame Blade] guy!"

During the Gruru period, there were a total of 18 ancient clans, and only 4 of the 8 clans on the plateau were inherited during the imperial period, and the other 4 were re-established after the destruction or annexation of other clans, and the [Flame Blade] clan is one of the ancient clans, also known as the [Fire Blade] clan, which has a very long history. The Ancestor was a well-known orc tribal leader who had followed Gruru on his expeditions to the north and south, especially when it came to attacking humans, and had made great contributions.

"Man of the Blade of Fire"

"It's a song of hell!"

The two ancient clans met in a narrow way, and they immediately became tense.

A leader of the Fireblade Clan rode out on a white tiger, carrying a huge long-handled battle axe in his hand, and locked his gaze on Grom from a distance, "You are Grom?

Grom snorted coldly and shouted: "Most of the people buried in the holy place are the ancestors of the Song of Hell, why can't we come to worship our ancestors?"

The orc smiled coldly and said, "I will defeat you in the dueling arena and let you know who is the number one warrior on the plateau!"

"And humans!"

"Human!"

When a group of orcs found Mu Yun and his party, they immediately screamed.

The orc leader with the long knife screamed and waved his hand violently, and the long knife lit up with a knife light, and it was about to slash at several people with a single sword. Orcs have a deep hatred for the Terrans, especially those who often go south to raid and fight with the Terrans.

Grom pulled out the long knife on the wolf's back with a swipe, and a half-moon-shaped knife qi shot out.

While!

There was a sound of gold and iron, and the long knife of the orc was directly blocked.

"The sword qi is out of the body!"

The expression of the half-orc leader of the Fire Blade Clan changed greatly, the sword qi was transformed from true qi, and only those who surpassed the realm of the Great Martial Master could achieve the sword qi out of the body, and the entire Fire Blade Clan could reach this level, there were definitely less than three people, all of them were characters of the older generation. This Grom is so young, he can already do the knife qi out of his body!

Grom backhanded the knife back into the scabbard: "Get out!"

After a brief period of astonishment, the orc immediately showed a hideous smile: "The Song of Hell really has a powerful character, what if the sword qi comes out of the body? I'll come to meet you for a while today!"

As he spoke, he was about to attack.

"Stop!"

A somewhat majestic voice sounded, and a half-orc riding a wolf stepped out, his face covered in red lacquer, holding a chieftain's scepter in his hand, and a somewhat old appearance, presumably the chief of the Fireblade clan.

"Chief!"

The Fireblade Chief glanced at Grom indifferently, then swept behind Grom, a row of orcs led by Gordon, and then said: "There are indeed some warriors in the Song of Hell! No wonder you are arrogant! But this is not a place to fight, if you want to fight, then go to the [Valley of Glory] to fight!"

(There was a power outage early in the morning, and this chapter was uploaded on a mobile phone)