Seeing this scene, Loran Hill, sitting in the carriage, knew that entering the tribe quietly was impossible. In desperation, she pulled the citrine she once used from her ring, placed it in her arms, and plucked the strings with her slender fingers, sending a burst of melodious notes into the wind.
The music was quiet, brisk and soothing, the same piece she had played at the Fire Festival two years ago. With the unique technique of the Songstress, the music carried relentlessly throughout the tribe, undimmed by distance, as if played right next to them.
The camp seemed to be getting quieter, and then gradually calmed down under the shouts of some messengers.
Soon after, a shaman, riding a towering deer, led his men out of the tribe. He also had long antlers on his forehead, from which hung bronze and jade plates, which clashed with each other, making a crisp sound. This was the great orc shaman, Unur.
A carriage in the convoy also drove out alone and stopped not far from the gathering place. A girl wearing a sun hat got off the carriage and walked forward under the escort of 10 riders.
When they were less than 20 meters away from each other, the girl in the white dress took off her sun hat, revealing her long black hair and eyes like black gemstones, exactly like the fiery singer she once was.
After meeting, the great shaman said, "Long time no see, respected Daughter of Fire, Her Highness Elani."
"Long time no see, Master Shaman Unur."
After saying this, Loran Hill was warmly welcomed by the group of orcs and entered the tribe.
In the big tent, several wooden chairs formed a semicircle. The patriarchs, chiefs, and shamans of the Cangjiao tribe gathered together. In the two seats in the center, one sat the great shaman Unur, and the other sat Loran Hill.
Compared to the orc's nearly 3-meter tall body, Loran Hill's figure seemed a little slender. Sitting on this high chair, her legs could only hang in the air, swaying slightly under the pure white skirt, always 5-6 centimeters from the ground.
After several chiefs and shamans saluted the fire singer, the chief shaman at the side finally asked the girl why she came.
"This time I'm here as an envoy from Clancia, and I have some ideas I'd like to discuss with you all."
The girl began to describe a beautiful vision, a future where humans and orcs lived hand in hand under the same blue sky. The Bunny-Eared Tribe of Crancia and a few other orcs were perfect examples of this.
After listening to this, some of the tribal leaders present were very interested, some didn't care much, and some shook their heads slightly. However, they did not interrupt the girl, but waited quietly for her to finish speaking, and then turned their eyes to the great shaman in the middle.
Unur stroked his long brown beard, nodded slightly, and thought for a moment before answering.
"I already know what Princess Ailani means. I personally agree with it, and I believe that some of my fellow tribesmen here will not be too resistant." He turned his head and looked at everyone present one by one. Some of them lowered their heads and said nothing.
Despite some minor disagreements, no one dared to speak out against him under the majesty of the great shaman.
"However, this is only our tribe's idea. Other tribes may not agree. Not all orcs are like us. Some tribes still hate humans."
“Of course, this group of orcs is not the mainstream, but only a small minority that can be conquered. The biggest problem is that this proposal has limited appeal to other major tribes.”
"It does sound good and is a wise choice, and it means a good future for the entire community, but it's not enough."
"Her Highness Elani is so kind and beautiful that I'm afraid she might find it difficult to understand the thoughts of some orcs. They won't risk changing everything for distant, intangible benefits."
"In fact, it was your gift, Your Highness, that gave many tribes the confidence to no longer rely entirely on trade with humans. If they were to suddenly make a U-turn and join the human kingdom, I'm afraid many would find it difficult to accept psychologically."
It's not that the idea and proposal are bad, but that the timing is not right and people don't have a strong desire to change. Not every tribal leader or shaman is like this enlightened and wise great shaman who can understand and believe in this wonderful proposal.
Is that so? After listening to Unur's series of explanations, Loranhill remained silent for a while, looking at the open space in front of him, pressing his fingers slightly at his sides, thinking about a solution.
After a moment's silence, the girl raised her head and looked at the great shaman. His expression was calm, and he didn't seem to be worried or thinking.
"If it were you, do you have any good suggestions?"
"Hehe, Your Highness Elani, although I mentioned many difficulties, that was for other people. If it were you, then none of this would be a problem at all."
He turned his gaze back to everyone present, and Loran Hill followed his gaze with a little curiosity. At this time, she found that the other orcs present also showed an expression of understanding and conviction, and were not as resistant as before.
"You may not have discovered your own charm yet. If you were to promote this beautiful vision at the Flame Assembly in the name of the Scarlet Songstress, Elani, I believe the vast majority of orcs would happily head to that beautiful utopia."
"Because you have brought them a wonderful blessing."
"Now, this gift has been manifested in hundreds of tribes, and your reputation is known from the foot of Mount Calenriel to the White Salt Lake."
After Unur finished speaking, the orcs present also placed their hands on their chests and chanted verses from the Poem of Fire.
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