That night, after settling into the warm and spacious tent with Nia, I had a good night's sleep, which relieved the fatigue of the past few days of travel. It was not until the sun rose high the next day that Loran Hill slowly emerged from his cashmere blanket in his pajamas.
I rubbed my eyes and straightened my scattered hair, and then I heard the conversation outside the tent.
"Uncle Kule, I saw everyone driving the sheep back yesterday. Did something happen?"
Niya's voice came from outside, and then a deep voice sounded.
"The conflict between the White Wolf and Black Wolf tribes has intensified recently. Some time ago, the leader of the Black Wolf tribe led his men into a wedding and kidnapped the new wife of the White Wolf heir. After being severely humiliated, the White Wolf tribe has recently been retaliating vigorously. Just the day before yesterday, thousands of people from both sides confronted each other by the Shemu River. Although there was no large-scale fighting, more than a dozen people on each side died."
"The situation is getting worse and worse. Both sides are large tribes with hundreds of thousands of people. If a full-scale war breaks out, we are likely to be affected." The uncle with a deep voice said worriedly.
"Didn't the shamans go to mediate?" Niya asked.
"At the beginning of the month, the Hakka Shaman of the Snow Leopard Tribe came to mediate. It's said that the two sides almost came to blows in the mediation tent. Later, the Hakka Shaman was helpless and had to disperse and let them resolve the situation on their own."
"The main reason is that the old Wolf King passed away so suddenly, accidentally dying while hunting the Fierce God Falcon. Without the suppression of this Sequence 7, his sons have their own thoughts. The huge Wolf Ear Clan is now divided into six."
"Although the leaders of the White Wolf Clan and the Black Wolf Clan are brothers, they were not on good terms in their early years. It's said that the Black Wolf Clan leader was cuckolded by the handsome White Wolf Clan leader when he was young, and he always considered it a disgrace. Now that he's rich, he naturally wants revenge."
"I see..." Nia sighed.
"To us, the Sheep Horn Tribe, any of them is a behemoth that we cannot afford to offend. So now we can only retreat to avoid being robbed by them during the fight."
"If they really rob and kill us, we can just say it's accidental injury or a mistake, and we won't be able to say anything. We can only blame ourselves for our bad luck."
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"Come on, Niya, the clan is counting on you in the future. The old clan leader has already said that after you graduate, he will step down and let you take over." The uncle patted Niya on the shoulder, and his voice gradually died down.
When Loran Hill got dressed and walked out of the tent, he saw Nia standing alone outside the tent, seemingly thinking about something.
"Are you awake, Loran?" Nia greeted Loran Hill when she saw her come out.
"Yeah. Good morning, Nia."
"It's getting late, Luo Lan. It's almost noon." Niya said with a smile, then took Luo Lan to have breakfast.
Breakfast consisted of flatbread and sliced sausage, served with goat's milk tea. While the Goat Horn tribe wasn't wealthy, they were still able to provide enough food for their guests, especially since they were Nia's classmates and distinguished guests from Emenas.
After resting for a day at Nia's home, Loranhill and her set out on another journey, heading towards their destination, the area where the stone red demon pig lived.
The two men exchanged for a few good horses from the tribe, and their speed increased even more. As they rode across the vast plains, the clouds rolled across the sky, sometimes revealing the sun, sometimes obscured, and the earth slowly shifted between brightness and darkness.
As the two of them headed west, they encountered more and more orcs along the way. There were all kinds of groups, some with 4-5 people, some with 20-30 people, and some with more than 100 people. They wore fur coats and linen clothes, but the colors were much brighter than those they had encountered when they first entered the Gufia grassland.
Red, blue, black, yellow, white, etc. Not only men, but also some young women can be seen, some of whom even wear silver jewelry on their hands.
Seeing that Luo Lanxi'er was a little curious, Niya explained, "They are going to participate in the Fire Festival."
"So that's how it is," Loranhill thought, then recalled the information he had read in Emenas. The orcs' tradition of worshipping fire can be traced back to ancient times, and it is said that this tradition even continued from the time of the Giant King's Court.
According to the description on the murals discovered by archaeologists, the giant king sat high on the throne with a huge sun behind him. The sun's light was like feathers, covering the world, and a flame was burning in the giant's heart.
It is said that it was the first flame, the first light and the first heat that came into the world.
The source of all fires, the fire of all fires.
The king of giants spread fire to the earth, and various human forms were born from the fire. They were the ancestors of all humanoid intelligent creatures.
However, this theory is not accepted by the elves, who believe they were first born from the fruit of the World Tree, which fell to the ground and took human form. The myth of the Eastern Continent holds that dragons created the world, with the dragons of creation forming a circle by holding each other's tails in the void, and that humans were formed from the dragons' tears.
There are various theories. Some say humans are descendants of angels who simply lost their wings. A small number even believe humans are the secret children of demons, abandoned by their parents. However, in reality, both angels and demons arrived in this world much later.
Regardless of these confusing myths and legends, the orcs still retain the tradition of worshipping fire. During the Fire Festival, each tribe will send people to the assembly to collect fire and then bring it back to the tribe. It is said that this can bring good luck and is also a kind of honor.
The shamans would also meet at festivals every year to discuss some things together. Occasionally, after reaching a consensus, they would promulgate regulations that would be applicable to all orc tribes.
It is precisely by relying on these few traditional festivals and rituals that the shamans are able to barely keep the various tribes together, rather than simply abandoning the name of orcs and becoming unrelated races.
After the fall of the Crazy Fang Empire, the various tribes were scattered all over the place, and many of them disappeared into history, such as the strong crocodile-tail tribe, the golden-winged Pengyi tribe, the chicken-snake tribe with magic eyes, and so on.
After the Chaos War, all races were severely damaged, but humans quickly recovered and relied on their strong adaptability to occupy every corner of the continent again. The orcs had no choice but to stick together and survive on the grassland.
If it weren't for the rapid rise of the Verdant Empire, the Knights of West Wind would have rushed directly into the grasslands and continued to conquer this land. Those Fox Ears who served and lived in West Wind knew these orc brethren very well.
Although individuals may seem strong, without discipline and unity, they are like gravel and cannot achieve anything great.
During Roland's reign, the long swallow-tailed flags of the West Wind Kingdom fluttered like an ocean, and knights marched into the battlefield following the horn sound, spears and halberds like a forest. Driven by the pursuit of honor and mission, the knights were invincible and unbeaten.
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