At night, a huge bonfire was burning, and the orcs of the Cave Lion tribe gathered around the fire to celebrate the defeat of the evil pig that was causing trouble everywhere, and also got food for the winter.
Dead leaves and firewood formed small hills, and the fire burned brightly in the autumn wind. Some beastmen danced around the fire and beat drums. The rhythmic drumbeats and the distant songs brought everyone's thoughts into the distant legend.
[Through the thorns and across the poisonous swamp]
[The Fanged King with the Iron Crown]
[He grasped the snake by the throat, forcing it into submission.]
...
[Across the wilderness, over the snow-capped mountains]
[The King of Beasts holding a giant axe]
[He throws the mammoth to the ground, making it kneel down.]
...
[Swim across seven seas, leap off cliffs.]
[The Savage King in Straw Boots]
[He grasps the hawk's wings and lets it lead the way.]
...
[Ah, Kedalun]
[King of Kings]
[King of Beasts]
He is the Son of Fire
He is the protector of hunters.
[He is the eternal king followed by thousands of warriors]
The orcs' heroic voices echoed in the wilderness. Under the dark sky, people gathered around the grand bonfire and sang the ancient poems together, joining in the rhythm of the drums.
This is a poem that tells the legendary life of Kedaren, the founder of the Mad Fang Empire. The orcs did not deliberately name this poem or story, but human scholars gave it an elegant name "Poem of Fire".
Loran Hill sat on a wooden stake beside the campfire, watching the orcs in the field singing and dancing, singing in unison, and even Nia beside him would sing a few lines of the chorus.
The melody of the ballad was simple, with simple notes repeating over and over again. But when sung by these lion-maned orcs, it took on a strange charm. A sense of exotic wilderness unfolded before Loran Hill.
The crimson firelight reflected on her pretty face. Her white long skirt covered her knees and was a little hot from the flames in the distance. Loran Hill opened her mouth and tried to follow the rhythm, chanting and learning this ancient ballad in a low voice.
Everyone sang this ballad with a simple melody over and over again, and after a long time, they slowly stopped.
After turning the meat over several times, it was almost done roasting. Several orcs took it off the fire, put it on plates, and distributed it to everyone. Two of them brought it to Luolan and Niya.
"Thanks."
The browned and delicate barbecue is sprinkled with salt and purple grass seeds. Purple grass seeds are a spice commonly used by local beastmen. They are a kind of forage grass seeds. When baked, they will emit a unique fragrance, which is used to dispel the fishy smell and make the barbecue taste better.
Unlike other orcs, Roland did not eat meat with milk wine. Instead, he took out a glass of water and ate it in small bites with chopsticks.
Because the demon pigs were so huge, tonight's celebration was a rare occasion for them to eat as much meat as they could. Many orcs had smiles on their faces, and some children were happily chasing each other among the crowd, occasionally being stopped by their elders. Some orcs also smiled and took the barbecue from their plates and gave it to the young men, encouraging them to eat more.
After dinner, some orcs began to fight with their bare hands by the fire. These tribes on the grasslands did not have many entertainment activities. Apart from eating and dancing at the banquet, they also wrestled with each other.
Many orcs watching nearby cheered for their companions in the field, and some formed small circles and learned to sing or tell stories.
"...And so, Kedaren made the other tribes submit one by one, raised the banner of the tusk high, and became the king of all orcs."
Loran, Niya and a dozen orcs sat around the old shaman, listening to him tell stories about the ancient past and legends.
Kedaron, the founder of the Mad Fang Empire, called himself the Son of Fire. He obtained the legacy of the Giant King's Court from the Sea of Fire, unified the scattered orc tribes, and established a kingdom. He fought against the expansion of the Elven Kingdom in the wilderness and plains. He was an ally of the Ogre Kingdom at the time.
During the First Age, with the founding of the True Crimson Empire, humanity rose to power, confronting the Orc Empire. Sadly, centuries later, the True Crimson Empire was destroyed, slain by the Orcs. However, the knowledgeable and capable Transcendents cultivated by the True Crimson Empire survived. They scattered, some taking refuge in the Mountains of Sighs, some crossing the sea eastward, and some heading south.
A small group of individuals painstakingly searched for a way to defeat their enemies, ultimately discovering the extraordinary power of the Necromancer Order. Using corpses and spirits as their core, they commanded skeletons and ghosts. These fearless undead fought against flesh and blood, achieving a significant advantage. In just a few decades, the Necromancer Order expanded rapidly among humans, a vast sea of skeletal legions spreading across the land, extinguishing the flames of life and slaying and conquering former enemies.
Wisteria crescent flags were planted all over the land. Finally, the remnants of the orcs were driven to the Gufia grasslands, the ogres and silver elves were destroyed, the ice elves traveled far overseas, and the forest elves lived in seclusion in the forest. The world thus entered the Second Age.
After the old shaman finished recounting Kedaren's story, several other orcs followed suit, recounting various legends, some about heroes, others about poignant love stories. Their faces were turned toward the firelight, sometimes gesturing to scenes from the stories, sometimes reciting well-known sayings and phrases. Their expressions were vivid and exaggerated, captivating everyone's attention and drawing them in.
"Miss Luo Lan, do you remember any stories or poems about Shi Yao? You can also tell them to everyone. These are things that have been passed down on the grassland, and they are actually no longer new to each other." The old shaman looked at the girl who was listening attentively and asked with a smile. There was a hint of kindness in his old voice.
"Me..." Loran Hill hesitated for a moment. A story that was too long was definitely not suitable for this occasion. As for short stories, most of them were fairy tales that she was familiar with, and these orcs probably wouldn't be interested in them.
Let's sing a simple song. Thinking of this, Loran stood up, first returned to the tent where she lived, and then took out a xylophone from her ring. This was the one she used for practice at school. Unexpectedly, it came in handy at this time.
The body of this citrine is made of rosewood, the neck is mahogany, and the body has 6 strings. Gently plucking it can produce pleasant sounds.
The girl in a white dress walked back lightly with the sitter in her arms, sat down again, and closed her eyes slightly. She pressed the neck of the guitar with one hand and plucked the strings with the other. The ethereal and clear sound rang softly under the vast night sky.
Gently, she walked
Lips, round like June berries
Red as a rose, red as a rose
Skin, pale as moonlight
Gently, she walked
Eyes as blue as the sea and sky
Clear as running water, clear as running water
Heart, burning like a bonfire at night
Gently, she walked
The song was soft and gentle, and although it was composed by an unknown predecessor, in the eyes of everyone, the beauty in the song gradually overlapped with the girl in front of them.
The cold moon shines on the veil, and the night fire reflects the beauty.
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