Here, Boom and his four people officially left Wudun City and started their next journey. And the three owls over there finally landed at their destination at dawn, and delivered fire-paint letters to the three orc clan chiefs respectively.
In hand.
The morning mist is thick and the smoke is curling up. A middle-aged man is kneeling by the river of ancestors, sometimes mumbling words, sometimes prostrate on the ground, as if he is performing some kind of ritual.
In the first row behind him are four trusted guards, and behind the four trusted guards are countless ordinary orcs with hooked noses or feathers on their arms.
But just when the middle-aged man was about to light the incense in the copper pot, an owl broke through the morning fog out of thin air and finally landed directly in front of him.
The middle-aged man frowned when he saw this, but he still reached out and removed the small wooden tube tied to the owl's ankle. The blood ax pattern was imprinted on the fire paint, and the fire paint also sealed the letter.
Putting the incense letter in his arms, the middle-aged man actually planned to light the incense again, without any intention of opening it and reading it in a hurry. The four trusted guards behind him glanced at each other, and finally a young man grinned and then spoke.
Breaking the tranquility of the River of Ancestors.
"Sir, I see that the fire paint letter is branded with a blood axe pattern, and judging from its flight direction, it should be coming from Udun City."
"Business matters, why don't you open it and take a look first? If there is really nothing to worry about, then it's not too late to continue the ceremony."
The young trusted guard suggested in a low voice, but even so, all the orcs present heard it. Then countless pairs of eyes looked at the middle-aged man, waiting for his decision.
The middle-aged man is named Raul, and those behind him are his tribesmen. As the leader of the bird tribe among the seven major groups, Raul has never been able to join the Gaia Temple. He has just been living in the hometown of the bird tribe all year round.
In the depression.
Although the bird tribe was lucky enough to stand out from the habitat of all beasts in the early years, and because of its first support for the leader of the first-generation orc tribe, it was just included in the seven major groups.
It's just that the Bird Tribe has never given birth to a peak powerhouse until now. In addition, they are limited by their natural thin bodies, so naturally they are becoming less and less popular with their fellow tribesmen.
Raul originally lived in the city of Udon. Although he was not an important minister in an important position, he was finally able to freely enter and leave the Temple of Gaia every day. But this situation changed instantly after the current leader Luca succeeded to the throne.
This is also the reason why Raul is so disheartened.
"Such a weak guy no longer has to stay in Wudun City. Aren't you already living in Thunder Depression? Then continue to protect the River of Ancestors."
The unquestionable order of the big leader Luca was spoken casually, so that Raul, who was originally looked down upon by his fellow tribesmen, left the city of Udon that night, and there was not even a person to see him off.
But the reality is so cruel. Raul is only at the level of a magician, but he is actually the strongest person in the entire bird tribe. Under this situation, let alone resisting the big leader Luca, he probably only needs to show a trace of dissatisfaction.
If you look like that, you will be torn apart by those liger masters.
Returning to the Thundering Depression, Raul no longer interferes with any decisions of the orcs. He takes his tribe to the River of Ancestors to perform worship rituals every morning, counts the tribe's supplies at noon, and teaches the younger generation in the evening.
This kind of life lasted for decades, so long that even Raul himself had forgotten the glory of being a member of the seven major species, and had long lost his patience with Udun City.
The passion in the past condensed into gloom. Awe no longer shackles Raoul's mood. Resentment and unwillingness blinded his eyes. Perhaps only the tattoos on his aquiline nose were still clearly visible, but he was also a member of the Bird Tribe.
The tragic fate, or the wanton behavior of the big leader Luca.
"Understood, let's end today's worship ceremony here. Let's go back first." Raul did not look back. He lit the incense and then gave instructions softly.
After hearing this, the tribesmen stood up and left one after another. Even the four trusted guards walked a hundred meters away, seeming to be deliberately avoiding the fire paint letter.
The blood ax pattern shattered, and a piece of paper fell out. Raul read it twice calmly, and finally crumpled it into a small ball and threw it into the River of Ancestors.
"You can't stop four foreigners? You can't make things difficult for no reason? You can't hurt them?"
"Big leader, whose big leader are you? The seven major groups? Or those outsiders?"
"Luka is not worthy of being called the great leader at all. He is a complete reckless man. He sat on the throne of the orcs only because of his strength!"
"Just wait and see, the orcs will surely perish under the leadership of Luca in the future, but that will also be the day when the bird tribe rises!"
"If I had a choice, I would also follow the example of those trolls who left their hometown. They now monopolize the entire Sun-Chasing Hills. Although they are nominally a vassal of Shimmering Forest, they live a carefree life."
"Look at the Bird Clan again. Although they have the name of seven major groups, they have long existed in name only. The tribesmen barely have enough to eat, and they still have to follow the wishes of the big leader? This is simply wishful thinking!"<
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"Those outsiders had better not come to Thunder Depression, otherwise the battle will be ignited because of me. The bigger the noise, the better. Chaos is the opportunity for the rise of the Bird Tribe!"
Raul's expression is no longer as calm as before, but has become very ferocious and terrifying. After so many years of dedicated training, he even spent countless expensive magic crystals to assist himself, but now he is just a peak magician. Let alone
That's the pinnacle, even if it doesn't even reach the threshold.
As for the younger generation of the Bird Tribe, the situation is even worse. Most of the little guys who are qualified to become Dou Qi professionals are below the high level due to their poor physical constitution. Although there are psychics, none of them can surpass Raul himself.
In addition, the Bird Tribe is already poor, and the magic crystals it can provide are extremely limited.
The morning fog slowly dissipated, and the few incense sticks were about to burn out. Raoul turned his head to look at the thundering depression, and saw those hateful cyclones arriving as expected, destroying the originally neat rice fields into ruins. There was crackling sound in the air from time to time,
The small electric arc awakened the baby, disturbed the livestock, and even caused the bird professionals who returned from the night toss and turn.
Raul stood up and left the River of Ancestors. A moment later, a staff floated in the air, and all the whirlwinds and arcs were sucked into his body. This is what he has to do every day, and only in this way can he feel that he is still alive.
There is value in living.
"Sir, let other magicians in the clan do these things. If you continue like this, then I guess..." A trusted guard hesitated to speak, and in the end was unable to say the second half of the sentence.
"What's the estimate? I don't think I'll live for a few years? I'm just a mediocre person, so it's good if I can do my part. But those younger generations are the hope of our bird clan, and we must not delay our cultivation because of this." Raul sighed after hearing this, and then walked towards the largest wooden house in the Thunder Depression. But just as he was about to use his magic power to dispel the foreign objects in his body, he heard the familiar sound of frogs croaking.
A trace of unwillingness flashed in Raul's eyes, and then he skillfully stuffed the two small doughs into the cochlea. This is exactly the case. Although Raul's qualifications are mediocre, it is not a problem to advance to the magister. But this Thunder Depression
But it is the root of all problems, because this place cannot allow people to devote themselves wholeheartedly to cultivation, and even rest has become a luxury.