The leopard people at the festival did not particularly care about the two foreign youths, because other orc races would occasionally come here to participate in the celebration, such as the tiger people and cat people who were close to the leopard people.
"It's so lively! Fortunately, they can have so much fun on such a ghostly day with the north wind blowing!" Al said, looking at the dancing leopards in the venue.
It was an interesting dance, with the waist and butt twisting very sharply, especially suitable for sexy leopard women. If Al's left leg hadn't been broken, he would have also planned to join those big cats (especially the big sisters)
Let’s dance together in the ranks.
Bedi understood Al's intention, with a look of contempt on his face: "You should be tired after walking for so long. Let's find a place to rest."
"I'm not tired, I---ouch! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts------!"
"Sorry, did I step on you?" Bediwell sneered, "Come on, your feet are so painful that it's not suitable for walking. Find a place to rest."
Al couldn't stand Bedi's coercion, so he nodded obediently.
They had just found a bench to sit down in the festival venue when suddenly there was a lot of excitement in the distance.
"What's going on?" Albert looked around curiously.
It seemed to be a parade. Dozens of leopard man guards opened the way, and dozens of priest-like personnel were neatly arranged in the middle.
They came in such a grand parade, each holding a torch, lighting up the whole square like daylight, making it difficult to believe that this was a wild and dark place.
No. This is not the point. At the end of the parade, there is a ten-person sedan, carried by ten young and strong male leopard men, and it is entering the square slowly and steadily.
Although the sedan chair is also made of wood, it is exquisitely carved and decorated with red gauze and flowers, making it look very gorgeous.
"That should be the high priest." Al said.
There seemed to be a person sitting in the rectangular small room in the middle of the sedan, but with the red gauze blocking it, Bediwell couldn't see what that person looked like.
"The high priest is a great person, right?" Bedivere had an idea, "If he can be persuaded, the three Hackett brothers will also listen to the high priest and stop the war, right?"
"Well..." Albert didn't know how to answer. He didn't know the internal management structure of the Leopard People, nor did he know how powerful this [High Priest] actually was.
He knew a more basic problem: the high priest, who was so closely protected by the leopard people, could not be easily approached by Bedivere!
Following the parade, the sedan finally arrived in the middle of the square. The leopard men carrying the sedan put down the sedan and formed a circle on the inner floor. The other priests also turned their backs to the sedan and formed a circle on the middle floor.
The guards put their hands on the handles of the knives at their waists and formed a circle. Three circles inside, inside and outside protected the sedan, which shows the importance of the high priest's status.
After the parade team settled down, the high priest gently stepped out of the sedan chair and began to read out the prayers of the ceremony. Since it was in the language of the Grik tribe, Bediwell could not understand it at all, so he could only watch with expectant eyes.
Albert, looking for Al's translation.
The tiger boy sighed, "I don't understand it very well. The translation is very poor. Don't laugh at me."
He was translating. What the high priest said was nothing more than some words of blessing. The general idea was to wish that the weather would be good this year and that everyone could live better and not be eroded by wind, frost and hunger.
Bedivere looked carefully at the high priest in red:
The high priest is not very tall and can be considered a thin type. His whole body is almost covered by a red robe, and even his face is covered by a red gauze extending from the brim of his hat. Such a mysterious high priest, I think
It is indeed not easy to get close to him.
The more he thought about it, the more Bedivere became concerned about the true identity of this high priest.
"Eh? That's a lie, right?" Albert suddenly exclaimed.
Many orcs were exclaiming, and Bediwell knew something was wrong: "Al? What's going on? What did the high priest say?"
"Bedi, you will never believe this." Albert said: "The high priest is also opposed to war with humans. He was just admonishing the people present that war with humans will only bring death and sorrow, so
It’s not worth it.”
Bediwell saw hope for the first time in the few days since he arrived in the Grik tribe's territory.
There was a lot of discussion in the audience, and people kept questioning the high priest's words.
However, the high priest began to say something that surprised the people in the audience even more.
"What is he talking about?" Bedivere saw the audience starting to look towards him.
"You won't believe it." Albert grabbed his cane and stood up, "The high priest knows the information we told the three Hackett brothers the day before yesterday. He wants us to testify in front of everyone."
"Al, help me translate." Bedivere also stood up, "------I am Bedivere of the Esquimo tribe. I prove that everything the high priest said is true."
The massacre in Egypt ten years ago was indeed a conspiracy planned by the Romani (fox people). The culprits responsible for the deaths of 3,571 orcs who immigrated to Africa were not humans, but foxes!
"
There were many objections among the people present. They threw stones at Bediwell and cursed. Even Albert didn't need to translate. Bedi could guess what they meant.
"Go to hell, you stooge of mankind."
"You are full of nonsense, and what you say is biased towards human beings. Who would believe such nonsense?!"
A stone hit Bedivere on the forehead, and the sharp stone scratched a bloody mark on the werewolf boy's forehead.
"Bedi, let's get out of here quickly!" Albert stretched out his hand to protect his and Bedi's foreheads and shouted.
"...No, I won't run away anymore." Bedivere said stubbornly.
He couldn't escape, and there was no need to escape.
Some people think that he is lying and speaking for mankind, so let these guys think so. Bedivir has a clear conscience and can face these unfounded accusations calmly. He knows that what he said is true [facts
].
Al on the side didn't think so. Bedivere was too naive. Even if what Bedivere said was true, there were still many people in the world who didn't want to believe it.
What they want is not [facts], but [a better life].
People are selfish. They always have ideas that are beneficial to them and make the most of them; on the contrary, they would rather blind their eyes than believe them.
This is the bad nature of human beings. Even if the genes of beasts are added, orcs are still humans to a large extent, and their bad nature will not change.
After thousands of years, they still live in a cruel and barbaric era, they are just a group of beasts dressed in the cloak of [civilization].
"Quiet!" Just when Albert was at a loss, the high priest suddenly shouted, stopping the commotion in the venue.