Baroque takes the woman and her son to stay temporarily in the Valley of Miracles. His prestige has long spread throughout the northern tundra, and he is revered by countless orcs. If it weren't for the fact that he, Sira and other high priests always hid in the house all day long to study the secrets of the Star Totem Array, then he would have had a secret conversation with the High Priest of Radaman all day. The young orcs who worship him have long flocked here―――――― legion of the Frostwolf Tribe has issued a call to all orc tribes throughout the tundra, calling on them to join the legion and fight against humans at the forefront together, honing their will and strength. Such a formidable army with a frightening reputation is what every young orc dreams of joining.

Without seeing Baroque, Hilda and Celine became honored guests invited by the orcs, as well as the two human characters of Baroque, but with unique black eyes and hair.

Although Celine is a human woman, she is not discriminated against here. All of this was brought about by the white-robed high priest Radama, who blessed the two Baroque sons with life and named them himself. This matter has far-reaching implications, because the blessing of life is the purest and most beautiful blessing of the orc's spiritual pillar [White-robed High Priest], and it is also a recognition of the status of the successor. Ordinary orcs only knew that even the high priest approved of Baroque's two sons and their mother, so if the other orcs were to dwell on this matter, they would be questioning and offending the high priest of Radamane. There is no doubt that this kind of thing is unforgivable, after all, there is only one Baroque in the entire beast clan who dares to fight against the Valley of Miracles.

In July, the climate in the northern tundra is the mildest season, and all tribes, big and small, all tribal chiefs, clan chiefs, and orc heroes, have begun to rush to the Valley of Miracles. Ordinary orcs didn't notice that the atmosphere in the entire Valley of Miracles was quietly changing. It became more and more solemn, and there was a faint sadness.

Only clan chiefs of high status. The shamans knew what was going to happen. As for the other small tribal chiefs and warriors, they only came with them, not knowing the purpose of their visit. But as the large number of orcs gathered, even the most silly orcs felt the oppression in the air.

The Baroque and the four remaining high priests have all put down their business. They followed the white-robed high priest Radaman all day long. Because the spirit of Radaman is already very weak, and he is strong to accept the orcs. The power of the baroque shamanic doctor had no effect on the high priest. The old orc ran out of oil, and it was time to return to the ancestral hall.

As the Grand Patriarch of Ortu arrived with almost all the brave orcs of the Frostwolf Tribe, Caius of the East arrived with the warriors of the White Deer Clan. The entire orc tribe of the tundra gathered. Such a grand event had not been seen for hundreds of years, and the great chieftains had all entered the hall where the ancestral altar was located, while the rest of the people were outside, and thousands of people were boiling and talking to each other.

Once again, Muru remained in the Horse Farm, and the commander had expanded to an army of 70,000 frostwolves. Barrotan and his brothers from the Wolf tribe all arrived, and even the two little guys [Usard] and [Tahir], who were valued by the Baroque, also followed because of Baroque's special request. I don't know how long the chief and the priests will have to talk about it when they hide in the altar of the ancestors, and when they are bored, Angray suddenly proposes: "The children of the Baroque are born for several months. We haven't seen it for ourselves yet, so why don't we go visit Mrs. Celine?"

Everyone immediately applauded in agreement, and casually asked a shamanic apprentice to take him to Celine's residence. They were just about to leave, when suddenly one of the orcs gathered next to them said sarcastically: "Hmph, what's so nice about a human mongrel? As a shaman sacrifice of the orcs, it is an insult to the spirit of our ancestors to give birth to cubs with humans." ”

The orc's voice wasn't loud, but it was just enough for a few circles of orcs around to hear it. There was a sudden silence. All eyes are on this place, because they realize that something is going to happen!

Angleigh and the others all stopped, still smiling. It's all gloomy at this time. The shaman's apprentice who had led the way for them shuddered, hurriedly persuaded and gently pushed aside by Angele.

"Who are you?" asked Angleigh calmly as he walked up to the orc who spoke.

"The White Deer Clan, the Udosa of the Zhangxiong Tribe. Young man, what's the matter?" this orc is not tall compared to Angre, who is more than two meters tall. But it's extraordinarily majestic. Standing there like a thick hammer, the muscles all over the body are knotted, full of explosive power. Tilting his head, he snorted and said to Angleigh.

"If it's an orc man, let's have a duel, life and death. You choose the duel method, do you dare to accept it?" As soon as Anglei's words fell, there was an uproar around him, and even the orc named Udosa was stunned for a moment.

Duels over disputes are common among the orcs, but they are usually just a matter of deciding the winner, and even if the tendons are broken and the injuries are severe, they usually do not hurt their lives. Unless there is a life-and-death feud, a life-and-death duel will be proposed. Udosa only mocked a few words, at best it was unpleasant, but when Angley came up, he was about to fight to the death, which could not but be surprising, and some people even felt that he was making a big fuss.

"Young man, Udosa just said a few unintentional words. Don't you think it's too much for you to fight to the death?, and Udosa's words are not wrong, why are you only allowed to do it by the people of your frostwolf tribe, and not allowed anyone else?" said another orc beside Udosa, glaring at Angele. This orc is a little older, covered in scars, and a battle-hardened warrior.

"Don't be like a, either accept a duel to the death, or swallow the words back to me. If it's scared, then you two go together, do you dare?" Angre gulped impatiently.

Udosa and the warrior beside him were furious. Most of the orcs are short-tempered, so they rush over to teach Angray a lesson, and the brothers behind Angray are not to be outdone. Although they all had a tacit understanding and did not use knives and guns, the atmosphere was tense and about to explode.

Puff, puff...... There was a loud bang, and the two sides of the confrontation suddenly felt that it was dark, and when they looked up, it was actually a mountain-like Beamon beast rushing over, and its huge arms swept away, pushing them away forcefully. The beast master standing on top of the head of the Beamon Behemoth said angrily, "Fighting outside the sacred ancestral altar, do you still have devotion to the spirit of the ancestor in your heart?"

"Your Excellency Sebasto. It was Udosa of the White Deer Clan who offended our Baroque shaman first and spoke ill of us behind her back like a. I proposed a life-and-death duel to him, but these girls didn't dare to accept it, and would only fight with the number of people. We were just forced to fight back. If you don't believe me, you can ask your orc brethren from other tribes around you. Angleigh's face was innocent, but the words in his mouth were extremely hurtful. He knew this Beamon Beastmaster, none other than Protoya's uncle, Sebasto!

"Yes, Angray is right, we all saw it with our own eyes. "The Brute Bear Clan. Noltega of the Roaring Tribe, who is also the cousin of Protoya, was the first to lead the clansmen to say in a rough manner. Because of Protoya's relationship, they naturally turned to Angele.

"Shut up for me. Sebasto glared at Noltega fiercely, causing the swaggering guy to shrink his head, not daring to say anything. After all, Sebasto is also his elder, and his Behemoth is too terrifying to be faced by Nortega.

"You have to fight to the death, out of the Valley of Miracles casually, here, give me some peace. Otherwise, don't blame me for being unkind. Sebasto walked away with Beamon, leaving the orcs in a daze. A duel is gone, and it's a bit of a disappointment.

No one was convinced, but everyone knew that they couldn't make trouble for their respective bosses here, so whether it was Angre or Udosa, they all restrained themselves. It's just that the relationship between them has deteriorated - Baroque and Caius still don't realize that the deterioration of the relationship caused by the quarrel between their fellows will eventually bring chaos and losses to the entire orc.

.................. Dividing line ..................

The high priest of Radaman was no longer able to stand up, he was mentally exhausted and half-asleep. Baroque needed to stand by his side. Anytime with the power of the shaman witch doctor to support him to hold on a little longer. Shaman Siro was on the other side, already covered with a white beast robe, the symbol of the white-robed high priest!

Over the years, Baroque and Radamane had many secret conversations. Everything that needs to be said has been said. After careful consideration, Baroque finally decided to give up the position of white robed high priest. -- Although with his talent and strength, as well as his merits, especially the advantage of age, he was the most qualified to inherit the position of the white robed high priest. But there was one thing that Baroque could not do anyway, and that was to be a high priest. You need to be guarding the altar of your ancestors for the rest of your life. And the Ancestral Altar has been fixed, and it is almost impossible to stay away from the Valley of Miracles. He didn't want to be trapped here!

Baroque recommended Siro Shaman because he found that this old guy had the potential to be an otaku. Give him the Star Totem Array, and Siro will even be able to hide in his stone room for months to study. Not a single step. Besides, Siro had a good relationship with Baroque, and after becoming the high priest, it was also the most beneficial to the Frostwolf Tribe.

Radaman was a little disappointed, but also knew that it was impossible for Baroque to be trapped in the Valley of Wonders for the rest of his life. The other shamans were consulted, and even the High Priest of Parissa recommended Siro to succeed him. In the end, Radaman made a decision.

At the last moment, Radaman was speechless, his wrinkled, almost fur-covered face, with a kind smile, and the corners of his mouth trembled at every orc chieftain, hero, sha......man standing in front of him. Baroque took his hand, and a pure power passed through it, causing Radamane to speak with difficulty: "My children, the hope of the revival of the beasts is in you. Be ye fraternity to one another, and let the glory of your fathers ...... Again...... Earthly....... ”

The old orc died, and his hand stretched forward, as if to guide the orcs. All the orcs wept bitterly and fell to their knees beside his blank eyes, but still smiling. The old orc, who has lived for nearly a thousand years, is the spiritual pillar of the entire beast race, and his death makes everyone feel suddenly lonely and miserable.

All the shamans chanted shamanic incantations for the deceased old orcs, and Baroque secretly signaled to Rak, the body of a totemic spirit animal roaming around, .......

The six totem poles on the ancestral altar suddenly began to emit dazzling white light, and with the diffuse rain of light, the light and shadow of a wolf with a divine horse appeared above the hall.

"The spirits of the ancestors have come to pick up the high priests of the Radaman and they will return together to the heavenly temple of the ancestors. Baroque's voice said faintly, and the orcs in the entire hall could hear it.

The giant blue wolf light and shadow swirled around Radman's body, and then suddenly rushed up to the dome and exploded into a rain of light. All the orcs were shocked by this scene and prayed sincerely. Baroque and Lack perceived at the same time...... The power of faith in my body is getting stronger and stronger!(To be continued.) )