Over the next two months, with the help of the highly respected shaman Unur, Loran Hill visited several large tribes in succession.
Some of the leaders and shamans of these large tribes welcomed the proposal, some remained silent, and some showed no interest. However, after discussion and explanation by the shamans, most tribes gradually accepted the proposal and stopped resisting it. Seeing the general trend, some conservative elements also gradually quieted down and stopped opposing it.
As Loran Hill's fleet continued to send back news, envoys were dispatched from Cransia to contact tribes large and small, registering information about each tribe, such as population, ethnicity, location, etc. They also noted down some of the tribes' scarce items and began contacting the country to organize production and transportation.
The process was carried out very quickly. Under the excellent organizational structure of Crancia, the execution of all actions was extremely strong. In just a few months, nearly 80 delegations toured the grasslands. They worked together with the shamans to read this great vision to each tribe, and brought various inland gifts.
For example, scarce medicines that can protect the fetus and treat infections can greatly reduce neonatal deaths.
Sturdy iron farm tools made it easy for them to reclaim the wilderness and cultivate the fields.
Technicians in various construction fields teach practical techniques such as digging wells, burning bricks, and building houses.
By the end of August, these teams had begun to assist in construction in some large tribes. Whenever large-scale construction began, some orcs, old and young, would come to watch, observing those square and beautiful buildings gradually taking shape.
With publicity in all aspects, practical benefits given, and friendly visits, many lower-level orcs gradually realized the benefits of the merger of the two countries, and the voices of approval began to spread more and more widely.
Finally, the leaders and shamans of each tribe decided to formally make a joint decision on this matter at this year's Flame Conference.
In the Flame Hall, representatives from various ethnic groups sat around a circular table, with a blazing red flame in the center, and crackling sounds could be heard from time to time.
This magnificent building, recently constructed with extraordinary power, appears to consist of two parts. Atop it is a towering spire, resembling a lotus flower. In the center is a unique, ever-burning flame, surrounded by 'petals' made of white smoke wood. These petals, like a roof ridge, extend in all directions, curving downward and then upward, collectively protecting the central flame. Furthermore, this exceptional wood, resistant to high temperatures, is undamaged by the flames. The overall structure gives the hall's ceiling a less heavy, more graceful appearance.
Beneath the roof stood towering stone pillars, each as thick as five men could hold together and roughly 20 stories high. They were incredibly sturdy, forming a ring and supporting the 'fire lotus' at the top. If Loran Hill were to judge, its appearance would bear some resemblance to the Temple of Heaven.
In the hall, everyone sat down. Representatives from various tribes and the envoys from Clansia were all present, and they began to discuss the final matters.
A mighty orc stood up. There were several black tribal patterns on his face. He was over three meters tall and his muscles were extremely ferocious.
"I have no objection to your annexation of Clancy, but I refuse to accept this fact in such a weak way."
After he finished speaking, some of the orcs in the field began to talk in low voices, and the scene became chaotic for a while.
"Silence." The leading shaman slammed the wooden staff in his hand to the ground, making a dull vibration. The echo reverberated in the hall for a few seconds before disappearing.
The place fell silent again, and the shaman began to ask.
"Does Lord Sharptooth have any suggestions, or are you simply venting your dissatisfaction at this important meeting?" Unur's steady voice was like a rock, pressing down on the orc leader opposite him.
Facing this shaman with the highest status and longest experience among the orcs, even the Tiger-Head Tribe's patriarch, Fengchi of War Sequence 8, felt his chest sink. At the same time, several sharp gazes were staring at him from all directions.
There were orcs who opposed it, but there were also orcs who agreed. Moreover, these orc representatives were not afraid that Clancy would lie. They hated the idea of a bad apple appearing among their kind and destroying the current situation.
You can say that they are doing this for the sake of racial justice, or you can say that they blindly trust Clansya and the Scarlet Songstress. If the chief cannot give a reasonable explanation, he will probably be ostracized by other tribes even if he joins Clansya in the future.
As the situation became clearer, the order of priority became particularly important. The orc tribes were not completely isolated from the news and naturally knew the Rabbit Ears' current status in Cransia.
Since such weak rabbit-eared people can do it, there is no reason why they can't do better.
Loran Hill, sitting next to Unur, also looked up at the mighty orc opposite him. His fists were exceptionally large, and his exposed upper body was striped red and black, like a tiger. His muscles were well-defined, and his veins were like pythons. To the girl's observation, he looked like a giant burning furnace.
Name: Sharp Teeth
Identity: Chief of the Tiger Head Tribe, leader of the Red Stripe Tribe.
Status: Sub-health (with several hidden injuries)
Sequence: War Sequence 8: Fierce Claw (Rating: Excellent Crystal Level)
talent:
Shocking Roar [Excellent Level]: A special talent gives its voice exceptional penetration and lethality, which can kill ordinary creatures directly, and extraordinary creatures will also be shocked, frightened, deafened, etc.
Bone-Cutting Claws [Rare]: Greatly enhances the damage of the claws, increasing armor penetration and penetration, and has special lethality against bone structures. (Bone structures include but are not limited to bones, nails, claw tips, hooves, beaks, tortoise shells, animal horns, etc.)
Abilities: [Giant Body] [Bloodthirsty Killing Intent] [Bone Regeneration] [Gale Speed] [Blood Groove Sharp Claws]...
Skills: [Intuitive Combat Lv.5] [Melee Combat Lv.5] [Herbs Lv.3] [Flame Sacrifice Lv.2] [Orc Command Lv.4] [Intimidation Lv.3]
He looks like a very powerful character, probably in the top ten in this hall, the girl thought to herself.
After visiting them for a while, she roughly understood that there were approximately 15 Sequence 8s among the various orc tribes. This was a high number, but most of them were War Sequences, relatively simple, and their potential had reached its limit. As yet, there was no possibility of a Sequence 9 emerging.
Fengchi clenched his fists, looked at everyone in the field, and spoke slowly.
"I propose a showdown at the Flame Conference, with each side sending several representatives. If Crancia wins, we will be annexed unconditionally. If our Orc Tribe wins, Crancia will have to offer even greater benefits, and we will still retain a considerable degree of autonomy."
"I'm sure my fellow tribesmen will not refuse this proposal."
"The law of the jungle prevails, and our future is determined by the orcs!"
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