Chapter 233 The Next Prophet is the Least Suitable to Become the Prophet’s Successor…
The orc city-state is not tall. Orcs of different appearances walk on the streets and fight from time to time.
Orcs who looked exactly like humans, orcs who had their tails exposed, orcs who had their ears tucked away, orcs who maintained their animal form... They all looked at the wooden cart moving in the middle of the road in surprise. When they saw the ordinary-looking woman on the cart, they withdrew their gaze but couldn't help but take another look.
"Look, those beastmen can't go out without transforming into humans. They can't transform into humans on the streets. Not wearing clothes will affect the quality of Greymane City." Morgana was still enthusiastically introducing the orcs to Osha. "Combat is another matter."
Especially the elves who pride themselves on their elegance. If they can't defeat the opponent, they can still give the opponent a huge mental blow.
The tiger named Czos curled up lazily and fell asleep amid the rumbling sound of the wheels.
Osa, who originally thought it was a unique means of transportation for the orcs, also sensed something was wrong from the strange looks from the orcs around her.
She asked politely, "Master, why don't we use the teleportation array?"
Based on her observation of the Colosseum, the Colosseum has a sophisticated defense system. Morgana must have a powerful magician under her command, maybe Morgana herself.
Morgana, who was driving, glanced back at her in surprise and asked, "Don't you humans like this way of traveling?"
As she spoke, she skillfully controlled the three white and tender pigs in the front of the car to move forward.
Osa: “…”
"I specifically looked up old records, and I found that humans like to ride in wooden carriages." She waved her hand. "We orcs don't have the habit of riding in carriages, nor do we have the habit of domesticating horses."
So she asked Kzos to make a simplified version of the pig cart.
Osa: “…”
The guards at the city gate were about to stop this pig cart that looked out of place in Greymane City, but when they saw Morgana's face, they were so confused that they dared not do anything and just let them out.
"You, a human, came to our orc territory alone. Don't I want to give you a sense of familiarity?" Morgana said.
Osa: “…”
Thanks, I don't particularly need such intimacy.
"I don't have to take the car." Osa couldn't help but say.
"It's okay. If you're hungry, you can always kill the pig."
Osa: “?”
She fought back the urge to close her eyes.
Originally, Morgana said that she would send her to the territory of the elves. She thought that as the owner of the arena, Morgana would send orcs to take her there. But it turned out that Morgana herself put a tiger in her pocket and carried her up directly.
The pig cart was not moving very fast, but it was enough for Osa to see the surrounding scene clearly. All she could see was black stones, without a trace of green.
"Are you used to wearing orc clothes?" Morgana asked.
Osa turned her gaze to herself, taking in the jagged edges of her deerskin tunic and the khaki vest underneath.
She had never worn clothes with such crude workmanship. As the eldest daughter of the Duke of Duodu, the richest family in the empire, even though she was raised by Hefa when she was a child, the Duke's Mansion would give Hefa a considerable sum of money every month. Hefa would even pay for it herself, and all the things she used were expensive.
Regardless of whether she could be considered pampered or not, after all, she could not deny that she was somewhat pampered as she had been seriously ill as a child.
She took every opportunity to practice swordsmanship, learn magic, and learn all the knowledge that Hefa taught her. Later, when she recovered, she was exposed to the wind and rain, followed Vifiya everywhere, and accepted tasks from the emperor of the empire. Osha always felt that she had a strong ability to accept many things.
Until she came across the clothes of the Orcs.
She looked at Morgana, who was wearing similar clothes, but with more bone decorations than her, and replied reluctantly, "Well, it's okay."
It's just that the workmanship of the clothes is a little rough, the color matching is a little ugly, and the texture is a little rough, but she can still accept it. Yes, she can accept it.
"That's good." Morgana seemed relieved. "I thought you, with your elven blood, would look down on our orcish tastes like the elves. I was wrong about you. If I had known, I would have prepared a few more clothes for you."
Osa: “…”
Actually, you don’t have to.
A pig cart left Graymane City right in front of the orcs' eyes. At the same time, the city-state welcomed new guests.
"I didn't expect you to be useful." The dwarf's eyes were filled with suspicion, still doubting the young man in front of him who was carrying a basket of ore.
"Of course, I am an outstanding graduate of celestial navigation in our college." Kaharun curled his lips. Although celestial navigation is mostly used at sea, Kaharun himself did not expect that they would almost get lost in the dark rocks.
"Oh." Brynja grabbed Sarek and said, "Don't look down on my apprentice. Look how hard he studies."
The two master craftsmen walked in front, and behind them, Kaharun approached Arnold with disbelief in his eyes: "Are you really sure he didn't dislike you?"
Sarek shot out a swift glare: "I heard it."
Kaharun chuckled and shut his mouth. When the dwarf turned away and stopped looking at him, Arnold replied calmly, "He only dislikes you."
Kaharun sighed and decided not to reflect on himself. He just talked too much and he was not wrong. He would write a letter to Isidore and Vifia to complain.
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Luden Forest.
Countless stars replaced the moon in the night sky. The breeze blew, and the rustling of leaves could not be heard. Fairies dressed in colorful petal skirts shuttled across the grass, holding all kinds of nectar and berries.
The guests invited by the fairies to attend the thank-you ceremony also arrived one after another.
The Thank You Ceremony is a ceremony prepared by the fairy clan to celebrate the birth of a new fairy. The previously quiet forest has become much more lively.
Sonata glanced at Vifiya and Isidore on the side, and when she saw the humans looking at her, she snorted and turned her head away, leaving Vifiya confused.
Ariana took her expression in her eyes and said nothing.
Lunala, who was not far away, had just put down the nectar when she saw Vifiya's figure. She smiled and hesitated for a moment when her eyes met Isidore. However, the human man next to Miss Vifiya was different from the one she had seen two days ago. He seemed to be no different from an ordinary person. She flapped her wings and flew over, and greeted Ariana and the other elves.
"Everyone, please follow me."
The two men and two elves followed her through a grove of trees. In the empty air, Isidore glanced at them and quietly kept pace with Vifia.
As we walked deeper into the forest, the scenery suddenly changed. Above the shimmering surface of the pond, towering trees with outstretched branches seemed to cover the sky full of twinkling stars.
The goblins are waiting in front of the ancient tree.
The trunk of the big tree was flashing with tiny, fragmented light, and if you looked closely, you could see something that looked like dewdrops.
Lunala stopped in front of the pool and looked back: "Please don't worry about getting your shoes wet in the Moonwood Pool."
After saying that, she flew down, and with a light touch of her finger, ripples appeared on the surface of the pool, but her fingertips were not wet at all.
The two people and two elves stepped onto the surface of the pond. Vifia lowered her head. Although the sky was blocked by leaves, the stars were reflected on the water.
Under the rippling water, you can see nothing but water.
When you step on the surface of the pool, ripples echo and stars drift with the waves.
Their arrival instantly attracted the attention of the fairies. It was not before that they had invited other races to attend the farewell ceremony, but this was the first time that the fairies had invited humans.
Zatalan moved among the goblins and came to them with precision: "Lunara."
Lunala understood and nodded, then said to Vifiya with a hint of apology, "Miss Vifiya, I have to go to Lady Vesperis first. I will come to you after I finish."
Vifiya responded: "It's okay, your business is more important now."
She was just a guest after all, and it seemed that Lunala might not play a simple fairy role at the farewell ceremony. Vifiya didn't want Lunala to neglect her own work because of her.
Lunala blinked her clear eyes and smiled warmly: "Okay!"
Seeing Lunala turn around and fly forward, Vifia concealed the thought in her eyes. She had heard this name before. When she first met Lunala, the little fairy had whispered it to her. Vesperis's prophecy had come true.
The little fairy thought she didn't hear it, but in fact she did. Vesperis should be the prophet of the fairy clan.
If I'm not mistaken, Lunala's previous attack on herself should be the same illusion that Zatalan used to attack Isidore.
When Lunala faced serious matters, her timidity disappeared a lot, and she was much more mature than what Vifia had seen before.
Her gaze followed her figure and landed on a purple-haired fairy. The fairy lowered her eyes, her whole body was peaceful and gentle like the morning light.
Vesperis, the prophet of the fairies, is the person the elves are trying to cooperate with to find the truth about Hongxue. Vifia knew her identity and was about to look away when the purple-haired fairy suddenly met Vifia's gaze, one of her eyes was as soft as the surface of a pond, and the other was empty.
The purple-haired fairy smiled gently and nodded to Vifiya.
Seeing this, Vifiya nodded in greeting.
Zatalan observed the interaction between the man and the fairy. She said, "That is our fairy prophet, Lady Vesperis."
She motioned for several guests to follow her, and she brought Vifiya and the others to a place not too far from the prophet, and watched Lunala making preparations in an orderly manner at the prophet's instruction.
She said with some complexity, "Lunala is the next prophet." She paused, "Of all the fairies, she is the least suitable to be a prophet."
She doesn't have strong magic power and is too kind. She is not even able to pull the enemy into an illusion.
Being kind is not a bad thing. What's important is that this kindness will not put yourself in danger. She is the next prophet, and the fairy clan is willing to sacrifice their lives for her safety.
It's not that she can't understand why the current prophet designated Lunala. Her consistent kindness, lasting innocence like a child, and a heart as pure as Yue Muchi's make it easiest to glimpse into the future.
Lunala is undoubtedly the most suitable to be a prophet.
Vifia didn't expect her to suddenly mention the goblin's internal affairs. She asked, "Is it okay to tell us?"
"Who would attack the prophet for no reason?" It was Sonata who answered her. She was already in an awkward state, wondering whether she should apologize to the human lady, but she couldn't bring herself to do it, so when she tried to explain properly, her tone was a bit harsh.
Isidore, who was trying to restrain himself from being affected by the curse, had been silently paying attention to Vifia. As soon as Sonata spoke, his emotionless silver eyes fell on her.
Arianna interjected, "In our Western Continent, the only one who can see the future is Saloha of the Elves, the Prophet of the Fairies."
Her eyes shifted to Vifiya: "No matter how much conflict there is between the major races, they will not take action against these two."
As he spoke, the fairies under the ancient tree quieted down and stopped making noises.
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