In the endless dark wilderness, long dragons composed of torches wandered on the earth. All the major tribes on the grassland gathered here. The giant bull drums more than ten meters high shook the sky, and the surging drums seemed to be beating on the ground.
Your heart is normal and trembling in all directions.
Towering pillars of fire lit up the ground one by one, making the night look like day. The orcs on horseback whirled among the pillars of fire, chanting the name of Kedalen, and then gathered in the center of the conference.
Giant stone pillars nearly eighty meters high roughly form a circle, with a rough altar made of stone slabs in the middle. A shaman stands on each stone pillar, and as he recites ancient incantations, the wilderness
The flames of the upper fire pillar gradually rose, forming lines of fire along with the airflow and gathering over the altar. Then they condensed into one place, fell suddenly, and hit the altar, forming a burning fireball.
Afterwards, the shamans set up a magic circle to allow the magic power to continuously gather and conduct, so that the flame would not go out. This was the first round in the conference, the Fire of the Earth.
Afterwards, there will be a competition in the Flame Conference. The champion and the top three will cut their wrists, drip out small bowls of blood, and use extraordinary magic to ignite the fire that forms humans. On the last day of the conference, the shamans will lead a ceremony to gather the power of the sun.
The magic power forms the fire of heaven, and then the three fires merge into one. This is the flame that symbolizes all life and glory.
The glorious fire that dispels the endless cold and brings life and prosperity has been the object of worship of the orcs since ancient times. The customs inherited from the Crazy Fang Empire are still followed by the orcs to this day.
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One night during the Fire Festival, after the main ceremony, the orcs set up large and small tents in the wilderness, and in the area near the middle of the conference were some traders from various tribes, selling and exchanging some things.
Loren and Niya walked in the night market, looking at the utensils sold by these vendors, including bone flutes, lifelike wood carvings, simple horn scimitars, and bronze nameplates.
There are various patterns on these nameplates, some are animals, some are suns, and some have text on them. Although many people think orcs are barbaric, this impression is actually not accurate.
In ancient times, the orcs also had a glorious era. At that time, they used various exquisite bronze vessels, had their own writing, and recorded many myths and legends. Many of these stories are still being circulated today.
For example, the life of Kedarun, the Fang King, the Battle of the Dragon, and even the legend of the war against the True Red Empire. They are used to engraving these stories and legends on bronze vessels, and the bronze nameplate is also a symbol of status.
"Hello, how can I sell this?" The girl with long cyan hair bent down and picked up an ancient bronze medal. Her eyes like blue glass and her beautiful face made the leopard-eared orc stunned for a long time before she slowed down.
Get used to it slowly.
"Hello, this bronze medal is sold for 2 gold coins." He carefully quoted a high price.
"This is a bit expensive." After saying that, the girl from the Yangjiao tribe next to her pulled the green ponytail on the side of Luo Lan. It was unclear whether she wanted to remind the other party, or simply wanted to touch the smooth long hair.
As she and Luo Lan spend more time together recently, Niya is not as restrained as before. She will occasionally play with Luo Lan and grab the tail of her blue hair.
"Okay, here." Luo Lan did not counteroffer, but directly took out two extraordinary gold coins.
"Okay...Okay, thank you." He took the gold coin with some fear, and the leopard-eared young man quickly thanked him. He had never thought that the other party was so generous, and the price was indeed a bit high.
"Nothing." Luo Lan shook his head slightly, his green ponytail also swaying, and then he took the bronze medal and looked at it carefully.
The corners of this mottled bronze medal are badly worn and have many scratches, but the pattern drawn on the bronze medal can still be seen from the remaining lines. On the altar with the sun pattern, there is a person tied to a pillar of fire.
A woman, surrounded by five priests, and humanoid phantoms wandering in the sky.
Due to the passage of time, many of the details have become blurred. We can only know from a small amount of text on the back. This is probably a story from the middle period of the Kuangya Empire, because the priest's robes in the picture have the totem of the sun. Kedarun founded Kuangya.
After the empire, the early totems of priests and shamans were mostly fangs and wild beasts, and it was not until the middle and late period that they were transformed into flames, suns and the like.
"Do you like this very much, Luo Lan?" Niya asked curiously, watching the girl think carefully.
"No, I'm just interested in the things described above." Luo Lan turned around and explained, then put away the bronze medal and continued walking forward.
In the noisy and lively venue of the orcs, the sound of music came from the front. Lorraine and Niya walked forward and found a group of humans gathered there. Some of them were bards, some were merchants, some were travelers, and some were mercenaries.
Guard.
The poet was sitting on the roof of the car, playing the citrus in his hand, and his companions were beating the snare drums and singing passionately. Surrounded by a group of humans and orcs who were admiring the car. These humans came to Gufia for trade and were accompanying him.
There are also some bards who are taking advantage of the Chamber of Commerce to make money by singing here.
The song started out relatively soothingly, and the lively and jumping notes gradually quieted down the venue, and then became more exciting as the beat progressed.
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Release comes from the heart, from the inner cry
Then you will definitely start to be grateful
The hope spread in this beautiful world
Breathe in rivers, clouds, and dewdrops
Poke a small hole with your fingertips and plant a sapling
Let it sprout and grow
The heart will turn into a forest
Don’t forget your past self
Every day can be a new beginning for you
The beat in the middle and later stages of the song is extremely tight. During this period, several companions continued to harmonize, and the accompaniment strings pulled rapidly, giving the song a sense of power and tension.
Lorraine Hill, like others, was also attracted by this group of bards. Compared with their counterparts who played alone, they were more like a small band, with clear division of labor and better performance.
After the performance, everyone around them applauded. Even the orcs could not resist the charm of the music. In this short-lived music, they temporarily forgot about the current difficulties, as if they had returned to the distant past, that heyday, when their ancestors were galloping around.
A vast world, chasing endless prey, passionate and bloody battles.
Without any restraint, running freely in the wilderness, pursuing a smooth battle between life and death, and a life of passion and passion. This was the life that the orcs longed for most in the past.
Sadly, these purity and joy have now been crushed by the hard life and have long been forgotten.
On the contrary, the poems that had been influenced by this style and custom were handed down, and after being introduced to the human kingdom, hundreds of years later, they were once again heard by the orcs through the hands of human bards.
On the small bench outside the performance venue, Loren and Niya sat side by side, watching the prairie bards playing and singing, singing stories and legends one after another.
Compared with the herdsmen wearing fur coats around her, this girl with green hair and white skirt is so conspicuous that she attracts the attention of people around her even when she is sitting quietly.
The girl was so focused on listening to the story in the song that she didn't notice it. Several passionate young men wanted to strike up a conversation, but they couldn't bear to break the peaceful scene.
It wasn't until the bards finished singing the last song that the venue burst into warm applause, and the orcs gathered around them rushed forward. Just when these passionate and passionate young people were about to invite this beautiful lady, they chanted
One of the bards stepped out to relieve the siege.
"Everyone, don't squeeze in yet. This lady is our special guest. She will sing the last song for us."
After the words fell, when the group of young people doubted and hesitated, the bard took the lead in applauding.
Lorraine Hill looked at the bard with some confusion, then looked around for a moment, then helplessly understood, then nodded and stood up.
For a moment, the applause was like thunder, as warm as the ocean, and the flowers with green hair and white skirts appeared on the stage.