Chapter 100

The grand fire-picking festival has begun.

In the endless pitch-black wilderness, long dragons composed of torches roamed the earth, and all the major tribes on the grassland gathered here. Your heart is normal, trembling everywhere.

One by one, monstrous pillars of fire were lit on the ground, reflecting the night like day. Orcs on horses turned around among the pillars of fire, chanting the name of Kedaren, and then gathered in the center of the conference.

The giant stone pillars nearly 80 meters high are roughly surrounded by a circle, and in the middle is a rough altar built with stone slabs, and on each stone pillar stands a shaman, and as he recites ancient incantations, the wilderness is filled with splendor. The flames of the upper fire pillars rose gradually, and as the air flow formed a line of fire that gathered above the altar, then condensed into one place, crashed down, and hit the altar to form a burning fireball.

After that, the shamans set up the magic circle, so that the magic power can be continuously collected and conducted, so that the flame will not be extinguished. This is the first round of the conference, Earth Fire.

Afterwards, there will be a competition in the flame conference. The champion and the top three will cut their wrists, drip a small bowl of blood, and use their extraordinary magic to ignite a fire of people. On the last day of the conference, the shamans will lead the ceremony to gather the power of the sun. The magic of the fire forms the fire of the sky, and then the three fires become one, which is the flame that symbolizes all life and glory.

Dispelling the endless cold, the fire of glory that brings life and prosperity has been worshipped by the orcs since ancient times, a custom inherited from the Wildfang Empire and is still followed by the orcs today.

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On the night of the Fire Picking Festival, after the main ceremony, the orcs set up tents of various sizes in the wilderness, and in the area near the middle of the conference were some traders from various tribes to sell and exchange some things.

Lorraine and Niya walked in the night market, watching the utensils sold by these vendors. Among them, there were bone flutes, lifelike wood carvings, simple-shaped horns, and copper-patterned nameplates.

There are various patterns on these nameplates, some with animals, some with the sun, and some with text on them. Although many people think orcs are savage, this impression is not accurate.

In ancient times, the orcs also had a glorious era. At that time, they used all kinds of exquisite bronze utensils, had their own writing, and recorded many myths and legends. Many of these stories are still circulating today.

For example, the life of Kedalun, the king of fangs, the battle of the dragon, and even the legend of the war against the Red Empire, they are used to engraving these stories and legends on bronze ware, and the copper-patterned nameplate is also a symbol of identity.

"Hello, how can I sell this?" The girl with long cyan hair bent over and picked up an old bronze medal, her eyes like azure glass and a beautiful face made the leopard-eared orc stay for a while, before slowing down. Get used to it slowly.

"Hello, this bronze medal sells for 2 gold coins." He cautiously quoted a high price.

"This, it's a bit expensive." After speaking, the shofar girl next to him pulled the cyan ponytail on Laloran's side. She couldn't tell whether she was trying to remind the other party, or she just wanted to touch the long, smooth hair.

As the time spent with Lorraine has become longer recently, Niya is not as restrained as in the past, and occasionally fights with Lorraine, holding on to her blue hair tail.

"Okay, here it is." Roland didn't bargain, but took out two extraordinary gold coins.

"Okay....Okay, thank you." The leopard-eared youth hurriedly thanked him as he took the gold coin with some sincerity. He never thought that the other party was so generous, and the price was indeed a bit high.

"It's nothing." Lorraine shook his head slightly, and the cyan ponytail swayed, and then took the bronze medal and looked at it carefully.

The corners of this mottled bronze medal were severely worn, and there were many scratches, but the pattern drawn on the bronze medal could still be seen from the remaining lines. On the altar with the pattern of the sun, there is a woman tied to a pillar of fire, surrounded by five priests, and wandering humanoid phantoms in the sky.

Due to the age, many of the details have become blurred, and can only be known from the few words behind it. This is probably the story of the middle period of the Crazy Fang Empire, because the priest's robes on the picture have the totem of the sun. After Kedalun established the Crazy Fang Empire, the totems on the early priests and shamans were mostly fangs and beasts, and it was not until the middle and late stages that they turned into flames and the sun.

"Does Lorraine like this very much?" Niya asked curiously, looking at the girl's thoughtful appearance.

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"It's not at all, I'm just more interested in the things described above." Lorraine turned his head to explain, and then put away the bronze medal and continued to move forward.

In the noisy and lively venue of the orcs, the sound of music came from the front. Roland and Nia stepped forward and found a group of human beings gathered there, some of them were bards, some were merchants, some were travelers, and some were hired guard.

The poet sat on the roof of the car, playing the siter in his hand, while his partner beat the small drum and sang with love. Surrounded by a group of humans and orcs admiring. These human beings came to Gufia for trade, and there were also some bards accompanying them, who took advantage of the Chamber of Commerce to sell and make money here.

The beginning of the song is relatively soothing, and the flexible and jumping notes make the venue gradually quiet, and then turn to excitement as the rhythm progresses.

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Release comes from the heart, from the cry of the heart

Then you will definitely start to thank

Hope spread in this wonderful world

Inhale rivers, clouds, and dewdrops

Poke a small hole with your fingertip and plant a sapling

let it sprout and grow

heart is

will turn into a forest

Don't forget your past self

Every day can be your new beginning

The rhythm in the middle and late stages of the song is extremely tight. During this period, several companions continue to harmonize. The strings of the accompaniment are pulled rapidly, giving the song a sense of strength and tension.

Lorraine Hill, like others, was also attracted to this group of bards. Compared with their counterparts who played alone, they were more like a small band, with a clear division of labor and better performance.

After the performance, the people around them applauded, and even the orcs could not resist the charm of the music, and in this short-lived piece of music, they temporarily forgot the difficulties of the moment, as if they had returned to the distant past, the prosperous era, when their ancestors galloped in The vast world, chasing endless prey, and fighting with passion and blood.

Without any restraint, run freely in the wilderness, pursue a smooth battle between life and death, and live a life full of pride. This is the life that the beasts longed for most in the past.

Sadly, these purity and joy are now overwhelmed by the hardships of life and long forgotten.

On the contrary, poetry that was influenced by this style and customs was handed down, and after it was introduced into the human kingdom, hundreds of years later, it was once again passed through the hands of human bards and resounded in the ears of the orcs.

On the small bench outside the performance venue, Lorraine and Nia sat side by side, watching the bards of the Prairie School play and sing, and sang one story after another.

Compared to the surrounding herdsmen in leather jackets, this young girl with blue hair and white skirt is so conspicuous that even sitting there quietly attracts the attention of the people around.

The girl was focused on listening to the story in the ballad, but didn't notice it. Several passionate young people wanted to chat up, but couldn't bear to break the quiet scene.

It wasn't until the bards sang the last song, there was warm applause in the venue, and the orcs gathered around flocked forward, just as these young people with passion and lust were about to open their mouths to invite this beautiful woman, they chanted. One of the wandering poets came out of the siege.

"Don't crowd in, this lady is our special guest, and she will sing the last song for us."

The voice fell, and when the group of young people hesitated and doubted, the bard took the lead in applauding.

Roland Hill looked at the bard with a little doubt, looked around in a blink of an eye, only to understand helplessly, then nodded and stood up.

For a time, the applause was like thunder, as warm as the ocean, and the flowers in blue hair and white dress appeared on the stage.