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Naozu looked up at the twilight sky, contented. Tonight's sunset is dazzlingly beautiful. The Ancestral Soul must be pleased, he thought, feeling a hint of pride.

Another Koshhag festival came and went. Lately, he has felt that time is passing more and more rapidly. And in every festival, there is joy and sorrow.

His old friend, Kashur, who knew that the Frostwolf Clan honored her as "Patriarch", had joined the ranks of the Ancestral Souls. He had heard that she had died very bravely. She insisted on a hunt, even though she hadn't done strenuous exercise in years. They stalked a herd of split-hoofed oxen, and the aged mother became the vanguard of all warriors. She was trampled to death by a herd, and no one had time to save her; And Naozu knew that her clan, while grieving for her, was also praising her life and the way she had chosen to leave this earthly world. That's the style of the orcs. He couldn't help but wonder if he could see her tonight, and immediately scolded himself secretly. He naturally sees her when she wishes to appear in front of him. For shamans, the death of a loved one does not bring great grief because they can still see their beloved deceased, listen to their wisdom, and feel their love.

During this time, the Frostwolf Clan has experienced more than one tragedy. On the day between the two Koshhag festivals, their leader, Garad, also suffered misfortune. It was a fine day, and the hunting party of the Frostwolf Clan had encountered three ogres and a Goron - the ogre was weak in mind but more powerful, and the Goron was extremely cunning. Ultimately. The orcs were victorious. But at a great cost. All the healers did their best. Nor was it possible to save the lives of Garad and the rest.

However, Naozu felt not only the sadness of losing a leader he knew and respected, but also the joy of winning a new identity for his young blood. Khashur had a high opinion of Durotan, and in Naozu's eyes, the young man would make an excellent leader. When Durotan was conferred the title of patriarch, Neozu was present, and noticed the beautiful fiery girl in the audience who watched the ritual with a different kind of interest. Naozu is sure that in the next Koshhag festival. Draka would truly become the companion of the new Frostwolf Clan's Chief.

He sighed, looked at the golden sunset, and thought about the images in his mind. Year after year goes by, bringing blessings, and asking for sacrifices.

He walked into his hut, which he had shared with a partner who had died a few years earlier and joined the Ancestral Spirits. Over the years, Lucan would visit from time to time; She never said a word of caution, but every time her soul touched him, his heart seemed to melt. and his whole was more thoroughly opened to his people. He missed her hoarse laughter, the warmth of her night by his side. But now, he is very satisfied. Perhaps, he thought, maybe Lucan would come tonight.

He mixed up a potion, recited the incantation softly, and drank it slowly. Elixir does not help people see the spirits of the ancestors—if they do not want to appear, nothing can change that; And sometimes they show up at the moment he least expects. Over the years, however, the old shaman learned that certain herbs can help people open their hearts, so that when the spirit of the ancestors really decides to visit, the next morning, the interviewee will remember more clearly what he saw.

Naozu closed his eyes...... Immediately opened it again. He knew that he was already asleep.

The two of them stood at the top of the mountain, him and his beloved Lukan. At first, he thought they were watching the sunset; Then he found that the sun was rising, not falling into the night's sleep. The sky reflected in the glow is stunningly beautiful, but it is a rushing beauty, not serenity and calm. It was the color of crimson, deep purple, and bright orange, so hot that Naozu's heart was excited.

Lucan turned to him, smiling. For the first time since she exhaled her last breath on this earthly world, she spoke to him.

"Naozu, my partner. It's a new beginning. ”

He gasped, and his body began to tremble with excitement. His heart was completely occupied by love for her, filled with the joy that the brilliant sky created by the sunrise brought him. A new beginning?

"You have led our people well," she said, "but now is the time to expand the ancient path." For the benefit of all of us. ”

Something was bothering his thoughts. Lucan has never been a shaman. She was also not a leader. She had always been just herself, her perfect self, and for Naozu, that was enough; But she didn't have any position of authority during her lifetime to make her say such things...... Nao Zu shook off this thought and secretly scolded himself for not being religious. He's never been a soul, he's just flesh and blood. Although his knowledge of the way of the soul was almost unmatched, he also knew that there was more he could never have known until he truly became a member of the soul. Since Lukan spoke, how could he not speak on behalf of the Ancestral Soul?

"I'm listening. He said.

She smiled. "I know you will. She said. "The orcs are in for a dark and dangerous time. Once upon a time, we only walked together on Koshhag Day...... If we want to survive as a whole and as a race, this phenomenon of individual ** must be eliminated. ”

Lucan looked at the slowly rising sun, his face clouded, and pondered something. Naozu wanted to touch her and share her worries as she did when she was alive. But now, he knew he couldn't touch her, and he couldn't force her to speak. So he just sat quietly and waited, soaking in her beauty while pricking up his ears to catch her voice.

"In this world, there is a stain. "That's a threat, it has to be cleared." ”

"Say, I'll do it. Naozu swore fervently. "The decision of the soul of the ancestors, I will always obey. ”

Then she turned to him, and her eyes were on him. The sky is brighter.

"When this stain is removed, our people will stand tall and stand taller...... Much better than it is now. The power and glory will be ours. The world will belong to us. And you...... You. Naozu. will be the leader of all people. ”

There was a certain tone in her words that made Naozu's heart thump. He was already strong. It has long been revered and even worshipped. In fact, he is already the leader of all orcs, though it can only be said that he has no name. But now...... More ** welled up in his heart. There is also fear, heavy and dark, but this, he must also face.

"So, what is this threat that must be eliminated before the orcs can get what they deserve?"

She sued him.

"What does that mean?" Durotan asked.

He was having breakfast with two of his most trusted men in the clan: one was his fiancée, Draka, who was on the next full moon. He would marry her; The other is the new chief shaman of the clan, Drektar.

Durotan mourns the loss of his mother, as do all his people. Durotan knew from the bottom of her heart that she had planned to die that day, and to die a glorious death. She will be missed. And Drektar has proven himself to be a competent successor with his actions. At the moment of his mother's death, he restrained his grief and immediately took over the position of the chief healer of the hunting party, and did not show any sloppiness in the following actions. Castle will be proud of him. Right now, the three of them were sitting in the patriarch's tent. This is where Durotan now lives.

Just now, Durotan received a letter. The messenger with the letter is thin. Ride on an equally skinny black wolf. He put bloody porridge into his mouth as he perused the contents of the letter.

To Durontan, Frostwolf Clan Chief: Shaman Naozu greets you. The Ancestral Spirits have brought me prophecies that are relevant to all of us; This prophecy is for the entire orc race, as a whole, not for the members of the clan. On the twelfth day of the month, I will talk to the patriarchs of all the clans, and to all the shamans. When I get to the foot of the holy mountain, I will prepare my food. If you are unable to come for any reason, I will think that you do not care about the future of my people, and I will ignore my calling. Forgive me for my rudeness, but this matter is a hundred thousand urgent. Please let the messenger I sent to call me back.

Durotan told the Courier to wait and give him some time to discuss the issue. The messenger looked a little reluctant, but agreed to wait. Maybe it was the big pot of porridge that gave off a strong aroma that convinced him.

"I don't know. Clearly, though, Neozu thought it was crucial. "Drektar Road. "There has never been a gathering like this outside of Koshhag...... It is only during the festival that shamans come together, and they are also accompanied by the spirits of the ancestors. Outside of the festival, there has never been. I've never heard of anyone who can bring all the patriarchs together. But I've known Nao Zu all my life, and he is a wise and powerful shaman, and if the soul of the ancestor really wants to say anything related to the survival of the entire orc race, he will definitely say it to him. ”

Draka snorted. "He 'summons' you as if you were his pet, and he goes. She muttered, "I don't like this, Durontan. There is arrogance in this letter. ”

"I don't disagree with that. Durotan said. The tone of the letter annoyed him so much that he wanted to reject it on the spot, but he read it again, comprehending what was behind the words. Something must be bothering this shaman, who is admired by all...... It's definitely worth a few days of travel.

Drakar stared at him, his eyes narrowing. He looked at her and smiled slightly.

"Okay, I'll go. The same goes for all my shamans. ”

Draka frowned, "I'll go with you." ”

"I think you'd be the best—"

Drakar snorted again, "I am Drakar, the daughter of Krkka, the son of Rakish, your fiancée, and your future companion for life. You have no right to stop my escort!"

Durotan looked up and laughed, warmed by Draka's spirit. Well, he was right. From a naturally weak life, strength and passion were born, and with her by her side, the frost wolf clan would live endlessly. (My novel "Totem Burning" will have more fresh content on the official WeChat platform, and there will be a 100% lottery gift for everyone!Open WeChat now, click on the "+" sign in the upper right corner "Add Friends", search for the official account "qdread" and follow, hurry up!) (To be continued......)