"Sila Shaman, it's a pleasure to meet you. Please accept my greetings. With a smile, he bowed slightly.

"Haha, I really didn't expect to be in the cave for more than half a month and didn't come out, and I met you as soon as I came out. Come and show you what we do. The old orc was busy taking Baroque's hand and was about to take him to a place.

Shaman Vernon stopped Siro with a wry smile: "Teacher Silo, Your Excellency Baroque has come to visit the High Priest, even if you have something important, please let us report it first............, okay?" No wonder Vernon would have been kind to Baroque, it turned out that he was also a student of Siro Sr.

"Alas, the High Priest is still meditating deeply, and no one is allowed to disturb him. And no one knows when he will finish meditating, ten days and half a month are very usual, and some of the baroque have waited. Go to us first, Baroque, and I'll tell you good news...... "Old Siro said to Baroque with a smile on his face, like an old child. Suddenly, an indifferent voice behind him interrupted him.

"An outsider with an unknown purpose enters the Valley of Miracles, and he is not allowed to go anywhere without the permission of the Council of Elders. Dressed in a shaman robe, with a deadwood staff in his hand, a tall and majestic old orc strode up and roared. Behind him was a group of orc warriors, all staring at Baroque with hostile expressions. Those orc warriors seemed to know Baroque, and Baroque faintly saw a few familiar faces............ It seems that they have all followed Oneto to the colony of the blue wolf tribe!

"Orum, Baroque is the shaman of the Great Frostwolf tribe and my friend. He has come to visit the white-robed high priest this time, put away your arrogance, and don't roar in front of me. Siro was very upset, and lowered his face to block the majestic old orc. Drink cold.

Baroque was a little strange that he hadn't offended the old fellow, did he? he didn't even know him. Vernon beside him quietly explained, "He is the younger brother of Elder Onetto, Elder Orum. Both of them are notoriously stubborn and arrogant. We don't like them. ”

I see, it seems that this Orum was the murderer of Onetto. Planted on the head of the Baroque. Although it was the apocalypse Attenbona who killed Onetto, Baroque would not explain it. Even if he had the opportunity, he would not hesitate to kill him to avenge the people he had killed in battle.

"Siro, it's none of your business, get out of here. The irascible and irritable Orum scolded angrily, and the momentum on his body was vigorous, as if the wind was blowing. But it annoyed Vernon on the side. Shaman Venon took a step forward, even if he was oppressed by Elder Olum's momentum, he was not afraid, and said coldly, "Your Excellency Elder Olum, please respect my teacher. My teacher, Siro Saman, is also an elder, and you have no right or right to yell at him. ”

"Fuck off. Olum was irritable and waved Vernon away. Old Silo's eyes widened, don't look at him looking thin, but at that moment he burst out with a momentum that was stronger than Orum, directly forcing Orum not to dare to make the next move. "Orum. Do you dare to touch my students again?"

I don't know when a group of orcs have gathered around, and the confrontation between the two shaman elders, no one dares to interfere casually. It was vaguely divided into two camps. A group of orcs stood behind Aurum, while another group of orcs supported Sirosaman. The scene froze for a moment, and Baroque thought to himself............ It turns out that the Shamanic Council of Elders is really not monolithic, and that's good!

"What are you doing?" Suddenly, a gentle and deep voice sounded from behind, and all the orcs were shocked in unison, and then they all turned back and fell to the ground: "Merciful High Priest, please accept our respect. ”

Baroque was taken aback, and the old orcs who appeared in front of him at some point were covered in long gray hair. Almost obscured his face. An ordinary white animal skin robe was casually placed on his body. Thin and withered, it seemed that he could not help the wind, but only those eyes were as bright as stars. Look at the Baroque with a soul. This is the white-robed great shaman [Radaman], the spiritual pillar of the beast clan. Living totems.

The breath of the old orc was like the warmest wind, blowing through everyone, causing even the irascible Orum to calm his anger and fall to his knees in satisfaction.

Baroque bowed respectfully and bowed his head deeply: "Gracious High Priest, Baroque salutes you, please forgive me for my belated greeting." "He came to the northern tundra for two years before visiting the northern tundra for the first time, and as a shaman, it was rude in any case.

"Oh, I know you, nice little one. Baroque, right?...... Hehe, come, come with me, I think we can have a good talk. The high priest beckoned kindly, and Baroque walked through the crowd without hesitation, came to him, held the back of the old orc's dry hand, and slowly turned away, leaving the orc with a stunned expression. Shaman glared at Orum like an old child, stood up and walked away with his students and supporters. Leaving Orum with a cloudy face, he did not expect that the great white-robed shaman who was meditating in the cave would suddenly appear and personally pick up the guy who killed his brother Onetto. This made him overwhelmed for a moment, after all, in the Valley of Miracles, no one dared to offend the authority of the High Priest, even if all the elders of the Shaman Presbyterian Church united, they would not dare to disobey the will of the High Priest.

More than half of the orcs who had originally supported Orum immediately dispersed. They used to hear too much about the Baroque spread by the shamans, who thought it was a cruel and cunning villain. But he never expected that the white-robed high priest would come to greet him in person, and the rumor was naturally self-defeating. There are even some orcs who feel deceived and angry.

Orum gritted his teeth in anger, snorted angrily, and left with his orc warrior. ..................

"The Valley of Miracles is a nice place, the outside can freeze people to death in the cold and snow, but inside it is like spring all year round, with lush vegetation and abundant cattle and sheep. When I took the remnants of the orcs to escape from the humans, I discovered this place by accident, and everyone fell to their knees and kissed the dirt under their feet...... This is the blessing of the spirit of totemism, which gives us life in despair. For hundreds of years, we have guarded the last green space that belongs to the orcs, and it has never been conquered by humans. Now, our race is slowly recovering, out of the Valley of Miracles, and has spread out to millions of people's ....... ”

The old orc, supported by the Baroque, walked slowly on the soft grass, looking at the vast meadows and dense forests in the valley, and a little starlight lake dotted with them. Herds of cattle and sheep roamed and moved on the ground like clouds falling from the sky. This is a beautiful picture, and it is the responsibility of any orc to protect the blessed land bestowed by the spirits of the ancestors.

Baroque smiled and nodded, saying the opposite: "Yes, this is a land blessed by the ancestors. But it is only suitable for licking the wounds when we are still breathing, and when our strength gradually increases, the harsh tundra outside can sharpen our muscles and bones, so that we can have a majestic body and fearless spirit. High Priest, don't you think that the Valley of Miracles is already breeding dark aura that is corrupting our race?"

As soon as the words stopped, Baroque suddenly stopped talking. The great shaman was still smiling, his face could not be seen from the fur of the beast, but there was gentleness in his eyes: "Mmmm, I'm very happy, because finally someone has told the truth in front of me! The Valley of Miracles is like a sheepfold, and the orcs are snow antelopes, although they can block the hungry wolves that covet outside when they are injured, but when the snow antelope heals their injuries, they don't plan to leave this safe place again." He will lose his wildness and will gradually grow fat all over his body............ The sheepfold will one day be breached by hungry wolves, and by that time the snow antelope will not be able to run, and can only become food for hungry wolves. Rather than this, it is better to jump out of the sheepfold when you are recuperating from your injuries, continue to be strong and grow ............ in the chase with hungry wolves!"

"High Priest, you know so well, but why do you still ?......" Baroque was surprised, the High Priest of Radaman was so clear-headed, why did he still indulge?

"Hehe, don't worry, I'll take you to meet someone, and you'll understand everything. The old orc said with a smile. Baroque nodded, supporting him, and the two slowly walked deeper into the valley. Behind him, there was the Frost Wolf, who was following suit—the High Priest had glanced at Lack, intentionally or unintentionally, and Baroque was staring at his expression. Sure enough, seeing the look of surprise on the face of the High Priest of Radaman, he knew it in his heart.

The valley is long and large, and most of the orc priests live in natural caves. I originally thought that the residence of the white-robed high priest would be the largest and most gorgeous, but I didn't expect it to be just an inconspicuous small hole, until Baroque followed the high priest into it, and it suddenly became clear. Inside it is spacious, with a curved natural rock passage leading deep into the mountain. Rooms were dug out of the rock walls on both sides. The high priest led Baroque into a cave casually, and there were people waiting there for a long time, and when he saw Radman, he immediately stood up.

Baroque's brow furrowed slightly, this was a young and sturdy orc, even more handsome than him. The fur on his body was different from the silver-gray of the Frostwolf Clan, but as white as snow. The wrinkles on his face are short and thick, but they are extremely tough, showing his unyielding and resolute character, and his gaze is straight at the Baroque. At that moment, through his eyes, Baroque felt his deep arrogance. It's an interesting orc!

"Let me introduce you to you. Baroque, this proud orc is from the White Deer Clan, he is the Great Chief of the White Deer Clan [Caius], a fearless warrior!"

It turns out that this handsome young orc is the great chief of the White Deer Clan, one of the three major clans of the beast clan!