The north wind howls and the fire is like a dragon.
On the grassland under the night sky, teams riding on various animals and monsters surged across the land. They held torches, tens of thousands of them, gathered from all directions, and their number was nearly 1 million.
Trampled by iron hooves, the earth trembled, dust flew, and the passion in his chest burst out like fire, galloping across the wilderness.
They shouted loudly, chanting the ancient heroic songs that have been passed down for thousands of years, and jointly welcomed this great moment for thousands of years.
Lorraine Hill stood on the high platform in the center, flanked by senior officials from both sides. She was wearing a long-sleeved robe, overlooking the bottom, her hair and cuffs fluttering in the night wind.
In the wilderness below, the sound of roaring mountains and tsunami came from all directions, as if the atmosphere and wind were filled with the breath of fire, scorching and shocking.
The torches held high on the earth extend from the ground beneath their feet into the distance, until every inch of darkness in the field of vision is filled. Everywhere you look, there are flames and figures, and the scattered sparks rise and burn from the wilderness.
The smell of fireworks also filled the wind, making people inside feel slightly suffocated, as if they were in a world of endless flames.
The air burned and swayed slightly, and the dazzling firelight left afterimages on the retina. The ancient flame sacrificial inscriptions were chanted in unison from the mouths of the shamans, and their desolate and distant voices spread to the endless distance.
The girl who had been traveling on the grassland for several months thought she had understood these orcs, whether it was the past history or the current situation. But today she seemed to have seen a brand new, different, heroic and fierce race.
She was also touched by the people around her from Crancia. They were wearing the same white-bottomed blue-edged robes as Lorraine Hill, and they stood together on the central high platform, witnessing this great and shocking scene.
, it seems that from this surging scene, we can glimpse the afterglow of the former overlord, the Kuangya Empire, a mighty empire that spanned continents and oceans and had a population of more than five billion.
In the bright firelight, the orc leaders headed by the great shaman Unur turned around and spoke to the side of Crancia.
"Then, let's announce the start of the conference now, Her Highness Elani, the Princess of Fire."
Lorraine Hill nodded, led the people behind him to the front stage, and appeared in the eyes of millions of orcs below.
"The Scarlet Songstress."
"Elani!"
"Great Fire!"
The boiling shouts swept over like a huge wave, making everyone on the stage slightly deafened. Even if they opened their mouths, they couldn't make any sound, because as soon as they opened their mouths, they would be drowned in this huge wave of sound.
These shouts, like mountains and waves, were chaotic at the beginning, then gradually became regular, and then finally became uniform. They shouted in unison, shouting the passages from the "Poetry of Fire".
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"Crimson fire, rays of light descend into the world."
"She stepped out of the flames, holding seven-colored tassels in one hand and a white flute in the other."
"The ancient king thus slumbered, and the sun set and rose three times."
"After that, all the arrow wounds and scars on my body were healed."
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Although this silver-haired girl is not Elani, it does not prevent these orcs from connecting her with the legend. This seems to be to confirm a sacred ritual and to express the deep prayers in their hearts.
I hope that the fate of the orcs will be like that of Kedarun, the King of the Wilderness, who will rise and revive again after the sun sets and rises three times.
Faced with this boiling and mighty sound, everyone on the stage could not stop it. They could only stand and wait, waiting for everyone to vent the flames in their hearts that had been suppressed for thousands of years.
After a long time, when the sound in the venue subsided slightly, Unuer raised his wooden stick and temporarily stopped the incessant shouting.
"today!"
"We will be here"
"Convene a Flame Conference with all my friends from afar"
"Decide the future of our orcs!"
After finishing speaking, he took the torch on the side and lit the huge copper basin in front of him with Lorraine Hill. The flames spread along the fire oil in the copper basin, and a giant fire pillar more than ten meters thick was lit on the high platform.
At the same time, the long rope connected to the fire pillar had already been smeared with kerosene, and the flames spread along the eight ropes to the high platforms in the venue, spreading in all directions like spider webs.
One high platform after another was lit, and hundreds of giant fire pillars rose from the ground, illuminating the night sky for dozens of miles into a magnificent red.
The Flame Conference officially begins.
The first is the performances of all ethnic groups. Under Lorraine Hill's suggestion, the originally chaotic fighting in the arena was replaced by a singing and dancing performance. Then came the wrestling and fighting that was not allowed to hurt people's lives. Finally, this is the focus of this conference.
Flame showdown.
This time, after the orcs compete against each other, the top seven will be determined to participate in the duel with Crancia.
In order to be fair and prevent the intensity from increasing, the participants in this duel are limited to those under 30 years old, and the future will be decided by the younger generation.
One by one, vigorous and strong orcs stood out from the competition. Some of them were strong, some were cunning, some were agile, and some were wise. They stood on the final stage, accepting the cheers and celebrations of their fellow tribesmen.
And the duel has come to the final moment.
"Let us cheer and celebrate these seven great and young warriors who will participate in the final showdown."
"Snow Leopard Clan, 'Flowing Fireflies' Blade."
“The Giant Elephant Clan, ‘Mountain without Feng’ is reborn.”
"Linglu Clan, 'Arrow Through the Wild' Texi."
"Lion's Mane Clan, 'Saber-toothed Lion' Leiden."
"Rhinoceros tribe, 'Greystone Shield' Baker."
"Gray wolf tribe, 'Black Snow Shadow' Chiron."
"White Bear Clan, 'Ice Tear' crushed them to pieces."
Seven people, tall or short, fat or thin, walked onto the high platform with various weapons. They all accepted the blessings from the shaman, healed their wounds, and regained their strength to face the final showdown.
Lorraine Hill stood aside and watched the scene, while one of the contestants came over after receiving the shaman's blessing. He leaned down in front of the girl and bowed.
"So it's you, Layton."
Looking at the lion-maned orc who was a head taller than him even when he leaned over, Lorraine Hill recalled his experience on the grassland, the orc who had been by his side to assist him for a period of time.
Niya was injured at that time, and they rested for a while in the Lion's Mane Clan. The shaman at that time asked him to support this Lion's Mane young man. Unexpectedly, two years later, this guy also grew up rapidly.
"Yes, teacher... No, Your Highness Elani." This lion-maned orc still respects this girl very much. After all, Lorraine Hill taught a lot of knowledge about practicing extraordinary sequences at that time, and also gave her a lot of knowledge.
It pointed out many previous loopholes and helped me plan my future direction.
Those short two months can be said to be the most fruitful time for him over the years. He still often takes out his notes from that time and keeps thinking about them.
Unexpectedly, when we met again, this young teacher would already be a celebrity throughout the grassland, and now he would have to step into the duel ring again...
Seeing a trace of hesitation in Layton's heart, Lorraine Hill spoke directly.
"Don't hesitate, just go for it with all your strength, and I won't blame you for it. If you deliberately hold back or hesitate, I will be disappointed in you."
"Now that I have stepped into the arena and placed everyone's hopes and expectations on me, I cannot live up to this trust and belief."
"Give it your best, Layton."
"Yes, teacher."
After hearing this, Leiden clasped his fists and bowed deeply, then walked down the high platform and walked step by step towards the flaming duel ring.