"No one is allowed to enter the hall today, otherwise I will twist off his head and get out of here!" Luca, the leader of the orcs, had not slept all night, so he looked extremely irritable.
Naturally, the three ministers did not dare to feel uncomfortable at this time, so after bowing and saluting again, they immediately turned and left, and also told the guards to take care of their ears and eyes.
The more than ten-meter-long dining table is filled with food, including roasted beef shanks from the orcs, sweet fruits from the Shimmering Forest, and even coffee from the trolls.
"Oh? Baby, when did you like this kind of thing? Don't say you learned it from some mixed elf." Regeni sat down at the dining table nonchalantly, and then asked curiously.
Although he had heard of this kind of thing before, if he saw it with his own eyes, it was from Christine. Regeni raised his glass and took a sip, but then frowned, as if he didn't like this weird thing.
Smell.
"Hmph! I just saw Christine drinking something, so I can try some, can't I?"
"And you old man, can you stop calling me 'baby' all the time? I know you'll live a long time, so don't show off every day, and don't be afraid of choking to death when you drink water!"
"If you have anything to do, just send a wolf rider to deliver a letter. As for running to Wudun City overnight? What, did your Hetula tribe provoke any powerful being? Not to mention that you can't handle it even with your status as an oracle.
, then your asking for help from me will probably have no effect."
Luca sat down, then picked up a roasted leg of beef and started to chew on it. But although his words were rude, he finally felt relieved. At least Regeni didn't seem to be dying on the surface.
Others don't know it, but Luca is very clear about the importance of the Oracle to the Orcs. If the war breaks out again in the future, the shaman psyker army led by the Oracle will give the Orcs the courage to gallop.
The combat effectiveness will also increase several times.
A Moronir scholar once said that the totem poles displayed by the orc shaman psychics were the wooden cones that crucified the gods and were the weapons that could penetrate the Hall of Valor.
That's why Luca was worried about Regeni's safety, and in his impression, the other party seemed to have never interfered in anything in Wudun City, and always acted like a idle cloud and wild crane. It was just that he discussed it with his wife Blanche
After spending the whole night, I still couldn't figure out the reason for Regeni's trip to Wudun City.
"What happened? I have repeatedly told you to be kind to the five Boom people, but they are currently in the Hetula tribe, and I did not see that kind of lively scene."
"A great mage, an ancient beast, two remnants of ancient beasts, plus a space magician. And the space magician seemed to have started his advanced journey last night."
"Although you are powerful, Luca, let me ask you, if it were a hundred years later, would you still have the confidence to claim that you could defeat the other party? Let alone five people, I guess any one of them can compete with you!"
"Don't have the idea of 'eliminating the roots'. Even if we can do it now, aren't we afraid that the master of the Charybdis vortex will come to the Golden Plains in person because of this? And I also smelled the siren from that little girl Rikka.
The smell of sirens!"
"But fortunately, they are currently living in the Hetula tribe. I will try my best to make good friends with them. What you need to do is to control the seven major groups. If anyone else does bad things, don't blame me for killing them, even if they are big like you."
Chief!"
Regeni's hazy eyes burst out with brilliant light, and then he looked coldly at the big leader Luca. He could let the other party do whatever he wanted, but he could not tolerate the orcs suffering catastrophe because of this, or even being destroyed one day in the future. Luca responded with a dull sound, and then raised his head and drank the ale in the glass. Although he was not afraid of Regeni, he believed in his intelligence and believed that he would not murder the orcs.
Seeing this, Regeni immediately calmed down his momentum and turned into his usual old-fashioned look again. Now that he had finished explaining the business, he no longer dwelled on Wudun City's fault, but changed the topic and started chatting.
The past of trolls and ogres.
"In my opinion, this is entirely the fault of the first-generation Oracle. His fault was not that he decided to kill the astrologers of the troll tribe, but that he failed to kill them all in the end, allowing them to cross the Cold Halberd Sea, and finally returned
Getting close to those pure-blood elves."
"Now that the Trolls are dominating one side, Sunchast Hills is on the verge of becoming a vassal of the Shimmering Forest. Therefore, if we can take the initiative to ease the relationship between the two parties, it will be a good thing for everyone."
"Today is different from the past. Although the other party has not yet given birth to an astrologer, the great witch doctor of the troll tribe named Silan is only one step away. And our next oracle is still just a little boy.
Children simply can’t compete with it, whether it’s strength or intelligence.”
Regeni said in an understatement, as if these important decisions had nothing to do with him, and he was just talking to himself. This is also the bottom line of the oracles of all ages. They must not interfere in the affairs of the seven major groups, and can only interfere with major events that endanger the orcs.
Be more restrained.
Click! The roasted ox leg in Luca's hand was bitten into two pieces. When the leader of the orc tribe heard this, he snorted coldly at first, and then showed endless contempt.
"Chasing the hills of the sun? Chasing his dead head! Those trolls were defeated before, they are now, and they will be in the future! They are just a bunch of lost dogs. Do they still dream of returning to the golden plain? Bah!"
"As for those ogres, they are even more of a bunch of trash without any opinion. If they like to leave their homeland, they must be prepared to endure hunger."
"Anyway, I have no interest in wiping the first-generation Oracle's butt. The orcs will not take the initiative to provoke disputes. At the same time, they are not afraid of any force and will fight whenever they want!"
Luka smashed the dinner plate with a slap, and then became furious. In his eyes, the trolls and ogres were both "softheads". The former did not dare to fight head-on with the orcs, and in the end he became a microcosm.
A vassal of the Light Forest, this behavior is very shameful to Luka.
As for the ogres, they are even more incompetent. Not only did they leave their hometown with the trolls inexplicably, but now they are barely doing better than the beasts, and I heard that they can hardly eat.
"Let's put this matter aside for now. How is your baby doing now? If he can really advance to become a soul servant, then leave him to me."
Regeni shook his head, but was unwilling to argue with the other party on this issue. He never wanted to let the trolls return to the golden plain, but just wanted to repair the tense relationship between the two parties.
"Xigbayo is only an intermediate shaman, so it's better not to go to the Hetula tribe yet. I hope he can assist his brother. After all, his mind is quite flexible, at least better than that kid from Hook."
Luke was stunned when he heard this, but he didn't expect Regeni to talk about his second son. But he immediately shook his head and had no intention of sending his son to the Hetura tribe.
"Then give him this handbook. This is my early cultivation experience. I hope it will be helpful to him." Regeni threw out a roll of animal skins and then slowly stood up and walked out of the hall.
The afternoon sun was a bit dazzling. Regeni and the two wolf-riding brothers said goodbye to Wudun City and hurriedly moved to Starlight Grassland. But Luca was always sitting at the dining table, throwing half a cow leg bone up and down, as if thinking about something.
.
"If you want to listen next time, you'd better sit down at the dining table directly. You won't think that the oracle can't sense your breath, right?" Luca said calmly without looking back.
"It seems that we still underestimated each other too much. I didn't expect that the great prophecy could be so magical." Blanche, the mother of the orc tribe, walked to the dining table and filled up the wine glass for her husband Luca.