"We can find some mushrooms," the orc warrior pulled out two pieces of red mushrooms from the soil and smelled them. "These are not good. The light green ones taste good when roasted. They will emerge from the humus soil at dusk and before midnight.
Don’t miss it.”
He looked tall and majestic, but his hands were very dexterous in pulling away soil and tree roots. Griffith had seen orc warriors in the east. They were masters of using axes, spears and war hammers, but fine work could only be left to a few.
Educated Orcs and Trolls.
Griffith responded and searched the forest side by side with Brunave.
I actually went looking for mushrooms with dangerous and ferocious orcs. If Erza and Lana heard this, they would definitely laugh at me for dreaming. However, there have been so many strange things happening in the past few days, and this one is not that surprising right now.
Already.
Griffith pulled out a mushroom and threw it into the bag, then looked carefully at the Blood Warrior who was digging the roots.
The orcs are all stubborn and brave guys. Even if they are lucky enough to catch a prisoner, no matter how tortured they are, these tough guys will not reveal any information. It is really unimaginable to be in the same camp like now.
Having said that, Galadia and I have already embarked on the third most dangerous path, forced to pass through the corrupted forest, and will most likely need to pass through the orc territory next. If we encounter danger again, well, I will
I also used the extraordinary characteristics of Sequence 6, summoned a wave of troops, and killed a bunch of hateful orcs while breaking through. Hey, thinking about it makes me a little excited...
However, if the situation is not very dangerous and Brunave and the troll are willing to live in peace, then this...
Such an opportunity is rare!
"Warrior, why do you want to take this route?" Griffith asked carefully choosing his words, trying not to arouse the other party's vigilance, "You are not going to Arran too, are you?"
"I'm not going to Yalan. My destination is the Firestone Tribe, which is just a day or two away northwest of here."
"Huh? Then why don't you go directly from your territory and go around in such a big circle?"
"The border is closed," Brunave shook his head. "It is not easy to pass between various clans. Especially for a warrior like me, going to other clans must obtain the other clan's permission in advance."
Unexpectedly, the orcs were so divided within themselves, just like the state of Beyelan and Verona. Griffith became very curious: "So you just went around the Corrupted Forest?"
"Yes, the Firestone Tribe can only guard the intersections bordering other tribes and elves. There are no guards in most areas. I can get there smoothly as long as I sneak in."
"Well, that's really smart," Griffith nodded with interest, "but why are you going to the Firestone Tribe?"
"I'm going to be the clan leader."
"..."
Seeing the surprised look on the prospective knight's face, Brunave smiled proudly: "The leader of the Firestone Tribe is an old stubborn who has been occupying his position for a long time and refused to give up. Our chief asked me to participate in the Uluhai Competition and win the bird position.
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Warchief Visario sent his blood warriors to seize control of other tribes. This information made Griffith think.
Brunav's strength and combat skills are not weak, but he doesn't look very powerful, and he is not yet a transcendent. How can such a warrior seize the leadership of a tribe?
Brunave must have some kind of trump card and support before he adjusts the position of the clan leader. If so, will Chief Visario also send warriors in other directions to strengthen the grassroots control of the Northern Orc Clan Alliance?
Compared with the slow penetration of Verona by Beyelan, the orcs' attack on the clan members is like an invading fire. Such a strategy will inevitably arouse resistance from various tribes, and the clan alliance will fall into chaos.
This move is too risky.
However, such drastic changes have just occurred in Canaan, and even if there is civil strife in the clan alliance, they have no intention of intervening. Without the support of the elves, Beyelan's three legions are pinned down in Verona and cannot be released in a short time...
Griffith's expression moved slightly. An idea popped up. Many forces had been preparing for the incident in Canaan, waiting for the chaos to bring about the opportunity to take action. Chief Brunave had probably been waiting for such an opportunity.
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Is it prophecy or divination? Isn’t this too accurate? Does Ms. Iluvash, the goddess of prophecy and destiny, have such powerful control over time? No, I don’t believe it. Even if she can make accurate predictions, the other six righteous
Gods, evil gods and sub-gods other than the main gods cannot judge so accurately, right?
Griffith realized that there might be some kind of clues, not so obscure, that could be exploited by some forces who knew the secrets of Canaan.
…
The sky was getting darker and darker, and in the silence there could be faintly heard the endless illusory sound of dripping water, as if reason was passing by with time, or some poor prisoner was being separated from his wrist and bleeding.
This distant sound made Griffith feel dizzy, and the symptoms of losing his sanity that he had experienced in the Whispering Forest reappeared.
The current situation can be tolerated for the time being. Griffith and the orcs collected a bunch of mushrooms and cooked them over a fire.
These green mushrooms even had a faint fragrance after they were roasted. Everyone ate a few pieces, and the panicked hunger began to subside. With a little food as a foundation, everyone felt a little better, and Miss Troll began to ask the orcs for details.
specific plans.
Brunav introduced: "After I arrive at the Firestone Tribe, I will participate in the Uluhai Competition. Three people are required to participate. My two teammates will take other roads to meet up. After six rounds of fighting, the leader of the Firestone Tribe must come down to greet them.
Challenge. I don’t care about the battle, but it is inevitable that there will be some injuries. Please ask Miss Priest to help treat them.”
There are many brutal fighting rituals in the Clan Alliance. The Nazak that Griffith experienced in Bellomont is one of them. The Uluhai mentioned by Brunave is like a more complete competitive game. He doesn't know much about it.
, just quietly listening to the orc’s explanation.
Brunave continued: "The leader of the Firestone Tribe is named Baroque, and his rule has been going on for many years.
"Now that he is old, everyone thinks he should abdicate as soon as possible to avoid civil strife and chaos caused by his sudden death.
"This old bastard didn't want to. He occupied the position of the clan leader and killed all challengers in the Uluhai Arena. It would be fine if he was strong enough, but the shamans suspected that he was cheating and used evil magic to strengthen himself.
Come and defeat the true warrior. And he doesn’t listen to the chief’s orders and is a bastard.”
Brunave's narrative was clear and accurate, and then he sighed in a confused way:
"Hey, it wouldn't be like this if he had a daughter."
Why did it involve his daughter? Griffiths, who was concentrating on collecting information, did not turn around for a while.
"He means that if Baroque has a daughter, he can find a powerful warrior as his son-in-law without causing disputes, and the clans of the tribe cannot seek to interfere on the grounds of instability on the day when power is transferred in the future." The priest.
The lady explained to Griffith and Galadia who didn't understand, and then turned to look coldly at the orc who was immersed in fantasy.
"You seem to be looking forward to him having a daughter."
"Hehe," Brunave smiled stupidly at first, then suddenly shook his head, "No way, it doesn't happen, don't talk nonsense!"
While everyone was chatting, night fell. Under the bright moonlight, the scenery was extremely clear.
"Today is actually a full moon." Galadia moved towards Griffith warily and held his hand tightly.
Everyone looked up and saw that the silver full moon was gradually turning green, hanging high in the sky, casting a faint evil light, which was thrilling to watch.
There was no breath of living things around. Those furtive murmurs seemed to be hiding in the depths of darkness.
The troll priest looked at the woods and said solemnly: "Today's moon is a green moon, and the corruption and mutation will be particularly crazy and powerful! Be careful."
"Shh, I seem to hear something." Galadia stood up, grabbed her longbow and swept through the darkness vigilantly.
There was a rumbling roar from the ground, and heavy footsteps were approaching. Everyone jumped up, holding weapons back to back on guard.
In the forest clearing illuminated by green light, a huge shadow appeared.
Its appearance is accompanied by the distant and strange sound of the flute, which makes people feel nervous and uneasy from the heart. It seems that as long as it is within a certain range nearby, the creature will continue to lose its mind.
Its torso was extremely thick, like a moving stake, and its head was as wide and thick as an umbrella canopy. Griffith rubbed his eyes and looked carefully, and saw a huge one in the dark.
The mushroom strode forward.
Its body is huge, its texture is as clear as muscles, and it shows explosive power.
In such a dangerous and dark world, the giant mushroom looks a little funny. As it gets closer, its speed and momentum increase suddenly, and finally it presses down like a mountain with the force of thunder.
"Expand the formation, retreat from a distance! The orcs and I switch to pick up the enemy, control..." Griffith just gave the order, and Brunov cheered, brandishing the steel ax and leaping towards the mushroom.
"Ancestor, this monster is worth fighting!"
The mushroom dwarfed slightly and ejected like an athlete starting off. It waved its fist and delivered an earth-shattering full blow.
The wind of the fist stirred up flying sand and rocks, causing the situation to change. The orc flew out like a baseball. The huge mushroom immediately rushed toward Griffith.
"Troll, heal the orcs quickly!" Galadia shot an arrow surrounded by silver light, and then quickly issued an order, "Griffith, attack with all your strength, this monster will damage our sanity!"
The four people immediately dispersed. Griffith pulled out the Hanguang and started fighting with the support of the elves' arrows.
Brunave's arm was broken by this blow, and he vomited blood all over the floor. He could only retreat to a distance with the help of the troll and receive treatment as soon as possible.
"Come on, Aslante, you can definitely do it," Miss Shadow Priest asked the orc to lie down and encouraged her very gently, "This is just a small healing spell."
"Okay, Lord Priest," Brunave nodded vigorously, "But my name is not Aslante."
Miss Troll nodded: "I know, my name is Aslante."
She took a deep breath, moved her arms, clenched her fists, and cracked her knuckles: "Okay, isn't it just the opposite of the life-sucking spell~"