Chapter 94 Music and Poetry

At night, a huge bonfire burned, and the orcs of the cave lion tribe gathered around the fire to celebrate the defeat of the demonic pig that caused disaster everywhere. By the way, there was food for the winter.

Dead leaves and firewood were piled up into small cones, and the flames in the autumn wind were burning especially vigorously. Some orcs danced around the fire and beat their leather drums. The rhythmic drum beats and the distant songs bring everyone's thoughts into the distant legend.

[Through the thorns, across the poisonous swamp

[The king of fangs with an iron crown

[He takes the serpent by the throat and makes it surrender.

...

[Crossing the wilderness, over the snow-capped mountains

[The king of beasts holding a giant axe

[He flips the mammoth to the ground and makes it kneel.

...

[Swim across the Seven Seas and jump off the cliff.

[The savage king with grass boots

[He grabs the goshawk's wings and lets it lead the way.

...

[Ah, Darren

[King of Kings

[The king of beasts

[He is the son of fire

[He is the hunter's sanctuary

[He is the Eternal King followed by thousands of warriors

The heroic voices of the orcs reverberated in the wilderness, and under the dark sky, surrounding the grand bonfire, with the beat of the throbbing drums, everyone sang ancient poems together from time to time.

This is a poem about the legendary life of Kedarun, the founder of the Crazy Fang Empire. The orcs did not deliberately name this poem or story, but human scholars gave it an elegant name "The Poem of Fire".

Roland Hill sat on a wooden stake beside the bonfire, watching the orcs sing and dance in the arena, sing in unison, and even Niya next to him would sing a few words softly.

The melody of the ballad is not complicated, the simple notes are repeated over and over again, but after these lion manes sing it, it has a strange charm. An exotic feeling in the wilderness appeared in front of Roland Hill.

The crimson fire reflected on her beautiful face, her long white skirt covered her knees, and it was a little hot from the flames in the distance. Roland Hill opened her mouth and tried to follow the beat, chanting and learning this ancient song in a low voice.

This simple melody ballad was sung over and over again, and after a long time, it slowly stopped.

After turning it a few times, the meat by the fire was almost cooked, and a few orcs took it off, put it on a plate, and distributed it to everyone. Two of them were brought to Lorraine and Nia specifically.

"thanks."

The browned and delicate barbecue is sprinkled with salt and purple tail grass seeds. Purple tail grass seeds are a kind of spice commonly used by local orcs. To dispel the fishy smell and make the barbecue taste better.

Instead of eating meat with milk wine like other orcs, Loren took out a glass of water and ate it with chopsticks.

Due to the huge size of the magic pig, tonight's celebration is also a rare time to openly eat meat. Many orcs have smiles on their faces, and some children are also happily chasing among the crowd, sometimes being stopped by their elders. Some orcs smiled and took the barbecued meat on their plates and gave them to these guys to let them eat more.

After dinner, some orcs began to compete with their bare hands by the fire, these tribes of the steppe. There are not many entertainment activities, except for eating and dancing at the banquet, that is, wrestling with each other.

Many orcs onlookers cheered for the partners in the field, and some formed a small circle, learning to sing or tell stories.

"...So, Kedalun made the other tribes submit one by one, raised the banner of fangs, and became the king of all orcs."

Loren, Nya, and a dozen orcs sat around the old shaman, listening to him tell about the ancient past and legends.

The founder of the Crazy Fang Empire, Kedaren, claimed to be the son of fire. He obtained the inheritance of the giant royal court from the sea of ​​fire, unified the scattered orc tribes, and established a country to resist the expansion of the elf kingdom in the wilderness and plains. Allies with the ogre kingdom at the time.

In the first era, the establishment of the True Red Empire, the first rise of mankind, and the confrontation with the orc empire. It is a pity that after hundreds of years, the True Red Empire was destroyed and destroyed by the orcs. However, not all of the educated and capable transcendents cultivated by the True Red Empire died. They were scattered all over the place, some hid in the Sigh Mountains, some crossed the sea east, and some went south.

A small group of them thought hard about how to defeat the enemy, and finally unearthed the extraordinary power of the undead sequence. Drive skeletons and ghosts with corpses and ghosts as the core. These undead, who are not afraid of death, fight with flesh and blood, occupying a great advantage. In just a few decades, the undead sequence has continued to expand among human beings, and the corpse of bones like the ocean has spread across the earth, extinguishing the fire of life, killing and conquering those mortal enemies of the past.

The wisteria crescent flag was planted all over the earth, and finally the remnants of the orcs were driven to the Gufia grassland, the ogres and the silver elves were perished, the ice elves traveled overseas, the forest elves lived in seclusion in the forest, and the world entered Second era.

After the old shaman finished telling the story of Kedaren, the other orcs also told various legends one by one, some about heroes, and some about poignant love stories. Their faces were facing the firelight, and sometimes they drew the scene in the story, and sometimes they learned the famous sayings and words.

"Miss Lorraine, do you remember any story or Shiyao? You can also tell everyone about it. We are all things passed down on the grassland, and there is actually no freshness between us." The old shaman looked at the man who was fascinated. The girl asked with a smile, and the old voice carried

With a hint of kindness.

"Me..." Roland Hill hesitated for a while, too long stories are definitely not suitable for this meeting, and short stories are mostly fairy tales that she knows well, these orcs are probably not interested.

Let's sing a simple song. Thinking of this, Lorraine stood up, first went back to the tent where she lived, and then took out a xylophone from the ring. This is what she used in school practice. .

The body of this siter is made of rosewood, the neck is mahogany, and the body has 6 strings, which can be plucked with a gentle fiddle.

The girl in the white dress walked back lightly with the Sitqin in her arms, sat down again, and closed her eyes slightly. She pressed the strings with one hand and fiddled with the strings with the other. The ethereal and clear voice sounded softly under the vast night sky.

gently, she walked by

lips, as round as June berries

red as a rose, red as a rose

skin as pale as moonlight

gently, she walked by

Eyes as blue as the sky

clear as running water, clear as running water

Heart burns like a bonfire at night

gently, she walked by

The singing is gentle and tactful. Although it was made by an unknown predecessor, in the eyes of everyone, the beautiful woman in the song slowly overlapped with the girl in front of her.

The cold moon shines on the veil, and the night fire reflects the rosy face.