The Harvest Moon has quietly arrived, and the wheat waves are surging on the golden plains of the alien continent. But what goes against this sense of satisfaction is the solemn atmosphere in the Starlight Grassland.
In the Hetura tribe, all the shamans and psychics are ready to prepare, and even ordinary people have packed their bags or are silently praying to the old gods.
Nearly 100,000 orc cavalry rushed from Wudun City all over the Starlight Grassland. Filthy words rose to the sky, the soil was soaked with wine, and fights and cheers were heard endlessly.
However, who dares to hunt any bird or beast? This is the law of Starlight Grassland. No matter how arrogant and domineering those orc cavalry are, they dare not really offend the Hetula tribe, let alone the third sacred time.
When the war begins.
"Sir, do you think we should send someone to inform the Hetura tribe? This waste of time is not the solution. How can anyone not recognize you as the leader of the orc tribe?"
A trusted lieutenant withdrew his gaze, and then suggested in a low voice with some dissatisfaction. It has been three full days, but the Hetula tribe has always "closed its doors and thanked guests", leaving a hundred thousand orc cavalry waiting in the Starlight Grassland.
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What is even more intolerable to the trusted lieutenant is that it also includes the big leader Luca. If this kind of thing were done anywhere in the Golden Plains, he would probably have to bear the wrath of the big leader.
"Presumptuous! The orcs believe in the old gods, and the shamans are the embodiments of the old gods in the world! If I hadn't missed you and performed your duties for so many years, your head would have been crushed by me!"
"Everyone is waiting for me, and if anyone violates the rules of Starlight Grassland, he will be executed immediately! We can't question the Oracle. Do you still have the Temple of Gaia in your eyes, and do you still have the admonitions of the ancestors?
Say!"
Luca, the leader of the orcs, was furious when he heard this. He paused the Hungry Butcher (two-handed axe) in his hand, revealing his mineralized blood.
Several roars echoed in the Starlight Grassland for a long time, and it seemed that he hoped to use this to convey his dissatisfaction. At least it was time for him to step into the Hetura tribe.
A few years ago, Oracle Regeni made a sudden visit to Udun City, and the power he displayed was something he would never forget. From that day on, the big leader Luca put away his contempt, at least he did not dare to criticize harshly anymore.
Shamanic Psyker.
"Big Chief, please continue to wait. The Oracle has secret matters to discuss with Lady Constance these days. After the discussion is over, you will naturally be able to set foot in the tribe."
A certain shaman psyker was not afraid of the ferocious looks from all around, and responded without saltiness. This is the conflict between the Hetura tribe and Udun City, or it can be said that Udun City has squeezed Hetura for many years.
The bitter pill of the Tula tribe.
Luca, the leader of the orcs who was originally a little angry, lost his temper instantly after hearing the name "Constance".
He waved his hand and continued to sit where he was, waiting for the summons from the Hetura tribe. If Regeni is an old stubborn, but they can still communicate calmly, then Constance is a new trouble, not to mention the orcs.
The fate of the future depends on the other party.
However, due to the arrogant behavior of himself and his wife, Regeni was offended to death, and Constance is Regeni's granddaughter, so she naturally loves the house and the bird, and hates the rest.
From the moment he stepped into the Starlight Grassland, Luka, the leader of the orc tribe, sensed a spiritual energy fluctuation that was comparable to his own. But when he was about to sense it carefully, the other party actually attacked one step ahead of time, and Luka finally suffered.
What a shame.
It was a girl from the fox tribe, it was a pair of beautiful eyes full of hatred, it was a dagger with a strange light, it was an afterimage that seemed to be nothing.
"The Third Holy War has begun, but this time we, the orcs, can no longer expect the fertile soil of the ancient continent, but must stick to the 'war fortress' to prevent the goblins from taking advantage of the chaos to invade."
"All shaman psychics in the Hetura tribe must be prepared, but they must not step out of the Starlight Grassland rashly. The past will be brought up again, and the orcs must not make the same mistake again, no matter the result
How."
Regeni, a pure-blooded orc, leader of the Hetura tribe, orc oracle, and holder of the ancestral skull (one-handed weapon).
I saw this old orc sitting in front of a giant bonfire, surrounded by countless shamans and psychics, and the new oracle Constance with a gloomy face.
After so many years of careful training, Regeni can safely entrust the Hetura tribe to Constance. Therefore, Regeni has had a very relaxed life in the past few years, and even personally guides the little guys every once in a while.<
/p>
But today, Regeni put on his shaman robe again, his dim eyes also burst out with rays of light, and the aura of a peak power once again enveloped the Hetura tribe.
"In my previous great prophecy, I will die in the third holy war, and the biggest threat to the orcs is not the goblins, but from the southwest of the alien continent."
"There should be some tyrannical existence that suddenly descends on the Golden Plains. Although I have already informed the big leader Luka about this matter, it seems that our big leader doesn't care. Therefore, everyone must be careful, as long as the orcs can continue
It’s worth paying any price to survive.”
"You don't have to be sad. Everyone will eventually return to the embrace of the old gods. It's just that I delayed it for a long, long time. There is one more thing you should remember. When the orcs are in a deep state of death, maybe 'Boom'
This name will be useful. But it's better than no hope, at least I can't be sure anymore."
Regeni's voice clearly reached the ears of every shaman psyker, but it did not spread outside the Hetura tribe. Everyone was silent when they heard the words, and a few sobs sounded, as if they believed in Rejeni very much.
Ni's death prediction, but at the same time, he didn't want to believe that the Oracle had died.
After a while, the shaman psychics all turned their attention to Constance. After all, this fox girl is a new oracle and the future master of the Hetura tribe.
"Grandpa, my companions and I will keep your words in mind. No matter how dissatisfied we are with what Wudun City has done, we will definitely abide by the ancestral precepts and protect the golden plain."
"Try your best, but no one can predict the outcome. This is the concept you taught me, and I will pass it on to the next generation of oracles in the future."
"I was born in the habitat of all beasts and grew up in the Starlight Grassland, but no matter what, I am an orc. I can only say that I will try my best. Unless I die too, no one can set foot here." p>
Constance has grown a lot after these years of experience. At least the words she speaks are no longer immature, but have a faint flavor of Regeni's youth.
But all the shaman psychics present lowered their heads, just because everyone saw the tears in Constance's eyes, and they were neither willing to let Regeni die, nor did they want the new Oracle to be sad. p>
"Okay, okay, if you can do this, I can rest in peace. After dinner, I will send someone to call the big leader Luca. I still have some things to say."
After Regeni looked at Constance for a few minutes, and after making sure that the other party was not crying anymore, he finally burst out laughing. That laughter actually made the dark clouds over the Starlight Grassland completely dissipate, but in the dazzling eyes, all Sasha
However, all those who were full of psychic abilities were lying on the ground. Constance could no longer suppress her emotions, and her tears could not stop falling.
Two days later, one hundred thousand orcs' cavalry were stationed in the war fortress. At the same time, two hundred shaman psychics quietly went to Udun City, or the Temple of Gaia.