The grand Fire-Lighting Festival has begun.

In the endless dark wilderness, long dragons composed of torches wandered across the land. All the major tribes on the grassland gathered here. The giant bull drums, more than ten meters high, roared loudly. The surging drumbeats seemed to be beating on your heart, shaking all around.

Huge pillars of fire lit up on the earth, illuminating the night as if it were day. The orcs on horseback circled among the pillars of fire, shouting Kedaren's name, and then gathered in the center of the conference.

Giant stone pillars nearly eighty meters high roughly formed a circle, with a rough altar built of stone slabs in the middle. A shaman stood on each stone pillar, and as they chanted ancient spells, the flames of the fire pillars in the wilderness gradually rose, forming lines of fire with the air flow that converged above the altar, then condensed into one, fell down with a bang, and hit the altar, forming a burning fireball.

The shamans then set up a magic circle, allowing the magic power to continuously gather and conduct, so that the flame would not be extinguished. This was the first round of the conference, the Fire of the Earth.

Afterwards, a Flame Competition will be held. The champion and the top three will cut their wrists and drip a small bowl of blood, which will be ignited by extraordinary magic to form the Human Fire. On the last day of the conference, the shamans will lead the ceremony to gather the magical power of the sun to form the Sky Fire, and then the three fires will merge into one, which is the flame that symbolizes all life and glory.

The fire of glory that dispels the endless cold and brings life and prosperity has been the object of worship by orcs since ancient times. It is inherited from the customs of the Crazy Fang Empire and is still followed by orcs today.

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One night during the Fire Festival, after the main ceremony, the beastmen set up tents of various sizes in the wilderness, and near the center of the assembly area were some vendors from various tribes who came to sell and exchange some things.

Loran and Niya walked in the night market, looking at the items sold by the vendors, including bone flutes, lifelike wood carvings, ancient-style ox-horn scimitars, and bronze nameplates.

The images on these plaques vary, some depict animals, some depict the sun, and some even have text on them. Although many people believe that orcs are barbaric, this impression is actually inaccurate.

In ancient times, the orcs also had a glorious era. Back then, they used a variety of exquisite bronze tools, had their own writing system, and recorded many myths and legends, many of which are still circulating today.

For example, the life of the Fang King Kedaren, the Dragon Chasing Battle, and even the legend of the war against the True Red Empire. They are accustomed to engraving these stories and legends on bronze objects, and the bronze nameplates are also symbols of identity.

"Hello, how much is this?" The girl with long green hair bent down and picked up an old bronze plate. Her eyes like green glass and her beautiful face made the leopard-eared orc stunned for a long time before he slowly adapted to it.

"Hello, this bronze medal is sold for 2 gold coins." He carefully quoted a high price.

"This is a bit expensive." After saying that, the girl from the Sheep Horn Tribe next to her pulled the green ponytail on the side of Roland. It was unclear whether she was trying to remind the other party or simply wanted to touch the soft long hair.

As Nia has been spending more time with Roland recently, she is no longer as reserved as before. She will occasionally play with Roland and grab the ends of her blue hair.

"Okay, here you go." Roland did not bargain, but directly took out two extraordinary gold coins.

"Okay... okay, thank you." The leopard-eared young man took the gold coins with some trepidation and thanked him hastily. He had never expected the other party to be so generous. The price he quoted was indeed a bit high.

"Nothing." Luo Lan shook her head slightly, her green ponytail swaying, and then she took the bronze medal and looked at it carefully.

The edges of this mottled bronze plaque are severely worn and scratched, but the pattern painted on it can still be seen from the remaining lines. On the altar with a sun pattern, there is a woman tied to a pillar of fire, surrounded by five priests, and humanoid phantoms wandering in the sky.

Due to its age, many details have become blurred. We can only glean from the scant text on the back that this likely dates to the middle period of the Kuangya Empire, as the priest's robes depict a sun totem. After Kedalun established the Kuangya Empire, the totems worn by early priests and shamans primarily featured fangs and wild beasts, only shifting to flames and the sun in the middle and later periods.

"Does Loran like this very much?" Niya asked curiously as she looked at the girl thinking carefully.

"Not really, I'm just more interested in what's described above." Roland turned around and explained, then put the bronze medal away and continued walking forward.

In the noisy and bustling orcs' meeting place, the sound of music came from the front. Roland and Nia walked forward and found a group of humans gathered there. Some of them were bards, some were merchants, some were travelers, and some were hired guards.

A poet sat on the roof, strumming his citrine, his companions beating small drums and singing with all their heart. A group of humans and orcs gathered around to admire him. These humans had come to Gufia to trade, and they were accompanied by some bards who were taking advantage of the Chamber of Commerce to earn money by singing.

The song started off slowly, and the lively and jumping notes gradually quieted the venue, and then as the beat progressed, it became passionate again.

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Release comes from within, from the cry of the heart

Then you will definitely start to thank

Scattering hope in this beautiful world

Inhale rivers, clouds, and dewdrops

Use your fingertip to poke a small hole and plant the sapling

Let it sprout and grow

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