A week later, the entire city of Wudun seemed to have accepted the existence of a certain fair-skinned man. After all, the distinguished guest who could accompany the Oracle all day long had never appeared.
No one dared to provoke the middle-aged man, or the leader of the orcs ordered him to be a guest of the Golden Plains. If the ancient ferocious beast dared to speak arrogantly, it would be regarded as a declaration of war with the orcs.
In the past few days, Wudun City can be said to be crowded. However, most of the shops have been closed, and eventually even the mercenary union stopped welcoming customers.
The businessmen who came and went either chose to rent a certain small courtyard, or chose to leave temporarily. Wolf Creek Mountains, Frostwolf Wasteland, Warsong Mountains, Thunder Depression, Wada Tribe, and the Habitat of All Beasts. The seven major ethnic groups rushed to Wudun City.
Or rather the former Temple of Gaia.
The dwarves stationed in the Copperhammer Canyon and the Cross Mountains put down their weapons and threw barrels of ale into the River of the Ancestors to show their friendship.
The goblin cavalry outside the war fortress no longer watched with eager eyes, and Bilgewater Port was closed to all ships.
The free trading zone of North Point Lake is no longer noisy. After all, many orc traders have arrived in Wudun City or are on the way.
This is a grand ceremony once a year, at least in the foreign continent, it has never changed. As a friendly country, the dwarves have naturally given their blessings, and the goblins, as a hostile force, have never made secret attacks during this period.
Just because the beast gods belong to the category of the old gods, if any force dares to disobey, they will no longer have the face to establish a foothold in the alien continent, even the goblins who no longer serve the old gods.
"The leader of the Lion Clan pays homage to the Oracle and the Great Leader. May the glory of both of them bless the golden plain and protect the prosperity of the seven major tribes."
The leader of the Lion Clan was the first to bow and salute and said this. After all, as the most powerful ethnic group in the Golden Plains, the Lion Clan deserves this honor.
"The leader of the Tiger clan paid homage to the Oracle and the great leader. I never thought I would be lucky enough to witness them both participating in the grand ceremony. With the help of the old gods, the future of the orc clan will be bright."
The leader of the Tiger clan spoke for the second time, but this strong man did not salute, and the tiger clan warriors behind him all seemed too tough.
"The leader of the Fox Tribe pays homage to the Oracle and the great leader. May the Hetula tribe live forever, and may the people in the habitat of all beasts prosper."
The leader of the Fox clan said with a smile, but she had never looked directly at any big leader from beginning to end, but was closer to Constance, who was connected by blood.
"The leader of the Leopard Clan pays homage to the Oracle and the great leader. I hope that this grand ceremony will go smoothly, and I hope that the Orc Clan will give birth to countless powerful beings."
The leader of the Leopard Clan said, but he didn't care about the Oracle and the leader at all. As for the Zhulong who appeared out of thin air, he was even more ignored.
"The leader of the Elephant Clan paid homage to the Oracle and the chief. Please forgive my ignorance, but I have never seen this lord before and have no impression of him."
The leader of the Elephant Clan seemed the most stupid. At least among the leaders present, he was the only one who asked the fair-skinned man, and he asked so straightforwardly.
"The leader of the Deer Tribe pays homage to the Oracle and the great leader. This year is also a wonderful year blessed by the old gods. May the golden plain be peaceful forever and the fragrance of wheat always overflow."
The leader of the Deer Clan appeared to be the gentlest. He first bowed to the Oracle Constance and the great leader Hook, and then nodded slightly to the fair-skinned middle-aged man.
"The leader of the wolf clan paid homage to the Oracle and the great leader. I didn't expect that all the wolf riders from the Hetula tribe would also come this time. They are really rare guests."
Compared to other issues, the leader of the wolf clan seems to be more concerned about the elite wolf riders. After all, those wolf riders are vassals of the Oracle, but there is no reason to appear in Wudun City with such force.
The seven major groups of orcs gathered outside the palace of Udun City, in a square to be precise, and were surrounded by countless orcs. There were professionals, ordinary people, and even many fish orcs who had close friendships.
caravan.
The big leader, Hook, frowned upon seeing this, secretly thinking that these guys are really idiots. They really can't see that today's protagonist is not me, but Zhulong.
But fortunately, the oracle Constance has already anticipated this situation, otherwise Wudun City will surely face a greater disaster, and it is even possible that the entire golden plain will be destroyed.
"This is why I hate ants. They have no self-awareness and their arrogance is completely inconsistent with their strength."
"But since I plan to live in the Golden Plain temporarily, I will maintain the minimum education. In other words, your souls are not to my taste and cannot satisfy my appetite."
"But it's just this once. If anyone dares to be so unreasonable next time, don't blame me for taking action. Believe me, it will definitely be a disaster that you cannot bear."
Zhulong said softly, but he had never looked directly at the seven chiefs of the orc tribe. The leather robe instantly turned to ashes, and the body slowly floated into the air, finally returning to its true form.
It was a mysterious creature that looked like a giant dragon, but it was ten thousand meters long, with a head like a lizard, moist or greasy skin, a gray body, and a tail like a broken animal skin.
The gloomy sky became free of any impurities, as if the sun had pulled closer out of thin air. At least many people were burned to the point of sweating.
However, in the eyes of high-level professionals and above, this situation has a different look. It is a terrifying feeling of uncontrollable soul trembling, and an illusion that the life force in one's body is slowly disappearing.
This time, all the orcs, including the big leader, knelt on the ground and worshiped the candle dragon who had returned to its true form. They simply recognized the opponent's strength, not out of timidity.
The annual "Parade of Beasts" officially started, and the chanting of the Old God's prayers could not be heard. The seven major ethnic groups staged scenes of life-and-death struggles. Blood spattered everywhere, and the sound of cracking joints replaced the drumbeats.
But no orc warriors asked for mercy.
After that, beast roars also sounded outside Wudun City. This was the so-called "Parade of Beasts". It was not only a time when the seven major groups of the orcs competed for fame and fortune, but also a carnival for the beasts that thrived in the golden plain.
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At least today, no one takes action against those beasts. Instead, they build mountains of meat that have been prepared for the beasts to enjoy.
However, the city gate that was supposed to be closed had already been destroyed by the candle dragon. In this way, the orcs expressed their respect to nature, thanked the beast god for its blessing, and thanked the golden plain for its care.
And on this day, all the orcs will take off their weapons and only eat pure food. If there is a real difference, it may be that the "Parade of Beasts" used to be hosted by the Oracle, but now it is replaced by the big leader.
Beast master, beast master, beast master... I don’t know when, and I don’t know who was the first to speak. The orcs present began to call Zhulong "beast master", and this "beast master" is
In the legends of the old gods, the servants who served the beast god were the ancestors who gave birth to the first orc race.
After hearing this, the big leader Hook was about to say something, but his left hand was held by the soul servant Xigbayo, and his right hand was locked by the Oracle Constance.
The ghost stared coldly at the big leader Hook, as if if he dared to make any reckless move again, he would be killed on the spot by the ghost.
As for Zhulong, he set his sights on Flowing Light City, the land of shadows, but he never expected that Liuhua and his companions were sitting in front of the bonfire, talking and laughing, eating dinner, and had no interest in talking to a subordinate.