Chapter 241

The grand fire festival began.

In the endless dark wilderness, long dragons composed of torches swim on the earth, and all the major tribes on the grassland gather here. The giant drum of bull, which is more than 10 meters high, vibrates in the sky, and the surging drum sounds like beating on your heart.

One by one, towering pillars of fire lit up on the earth, reflecting the night as if it were day. The beasts on horseback turned between the pillars of fire, chanted the name of Ke Darren, and then gathered in the center of the meeting.

The huge stone pillars, nearly 80 meters high, are roughly enclosed in a circle. In the middle is a rough altar built of stone slabs. On each stone pillar stands a shaman. As he recites the ancient mantra, the flame of the fire pillars on the field rises gradually. With the air flow forming a line of fire, it converges over the altar, then condenses into a place, falls down and hits the altar, Form a burning fireball.

After that, shamans set up a Dharma array to keep the magic power flowing, so that the fire will not go out. This is the first round of the conference, fire of the earth.

After that, there will be a competition of flame assembly. The champion and the top three will cut their wrists and drip a small bowl of blood. On the last day of the assembly, shamans will lead the ceremony, gather the power of the sun to form the fire of heaven, and then the three fires will be United. This is the flame symbolizing all life and glory.

The fire of glory, which dispels the endless cold and brings life and prosperity, has been worshipped by the orcs since ancient times. The custom inherited from the crazy tooth empire is still followed by the orcs.

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On one night of the festival, after the main ceremony, the orcs set up tents in the wilderness. Near the middle of the meeting, there were some traders from different tribes to sell and exchange things.

Lolan and Niya are walking in the night market, watching the wares sold by these vendors, including bone flute, lifelike wood carving, simple ox horn cutlass and bronze plate.

There are various designs on these nameplates, some are animals, some are the sun, and some have words on them. Although many people think orcs are barbaric, this impression is not accurate.

In ancient times, orcs also had brilliant times. At that time, they used all kinds of exquisite bronzes, had their own words, and also recorded many myths and legends. Many of them are still circulating today.

For example, the life of kedarun, the king of tusks, the battle of chasing the dragon, and even the legend of the war of the red empire. They used to carve these stories on bronze ware, and the bronze plate was also a symbol of identity.

"Hello, how do you sell this?" The girl with long blue hair bent over to pick up an old bronze medal. Her eyes and beautiful face made the leopard eared Orc stay for a long time before she slowly adapted.

"Hello, this bronze is for two gold coins." He carefully quoted a high price.

"Well, it's a little expensive." With that, the girl next to her pulled the blue horsetail on the side of La Luolan. She couldn't tell whether she was trying to remind the other party or just wanted to touch her long soft hair.

As she has been spending more time with Lorraine recently, Niya is not as restrained as she used to be. Occasionally, she fights with Lorraine and grabs the end of her blue hair.

"OK, here you are." Lorraine did not bargain, but directly took out two extraordinary gold coins.

"OK... OK, thank you." Some of them took the gold coin in fear, and the leopard ear youth quickly said thanks. He never thought that the other side was so generous. The price was really high.

"Nothing." Lorraine shook his head slightly, and the blue horsetail swayed with it. Then he took the bronze medal and looked at it carefully.

The edges and corners of this mottled bronze medal are severely worn, and there are many scratches, but the patterns drawn on the bronze medal can 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 the sky is a wandering human phantom.

Due to the long history, many of the details have become blurred, which can only be seen from a few words on the back. This is probably the story of the middle period of the mad tooth Empire, because there is a totem of the sun in the robes of the priests in the picture. After kedaren established the mad tooth Empire, the totems of the early priests and shamans were mostly tusks and beasts, and they didn't change into flames and the sun until the middle and late period.

"Does Lorraine like this very much?" Niya looked at the girl thinking carefully, and asked curiously.

"I'm not. I'm just interested in the things described above." Lorraine turned to explain, then put the bronze away and went on.

In the hustle and bustle of the orcs, the sound of music comes out in front of them. Loran and Niya step forward and find a group of human beings gathered there. Some of them are bards, some are businessmen, some are travelers, and some are hired guards.

The poet is sitting on the roof of the car, playing the sitter in his hand, with his partner beating the drum and singing. Surrounded by a group of humans and orcs. These people came to guphia to trade, and they were accompanied by some bards who made money by singing in the chamber of Commerce.

The beginning of the song is relatively slow, and the notes of smart jumping make the venue quiet gradually. Then, with the progress of the beat, it turns to be exciting again.

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

Then you'll start to appreciate it

Hope in this beautiful world

Inhale rivers, clouds and dew

Poke a small hole with your fingertips and plant saplings

Let it germinate and thrive

The heart becomes a forest

Don't forget the past

Every day can be a new beginning for you

In the middle and later period of the song, the beat is very compact. During this period, several companions keep on harmonizing, and the accompanying strings pull rapidly, which gives the song a sense of strength and tension.

Like others, Lorraine hill is also attracted by this group of bards. They are more like a small band with clear division of labor and better performance than those who play alone.

After the performance, the people around applauded, even the orcs could not resist the charm of music, and in this short music, they also temporarily forget the current difficulties, as if they returned to the distant past, the heyday of the times, ancestors galloped in the vast world, chasing endless prey, heroic and bloody battle.

Free from any constraints, free to run in the wilderness, the pursuit of a smooth fight between life and death, heroic life. This is the life that the orcs yearned for most in the past.

It's sad that these purity and happiness have been crushed and forgotten by the hard life.

On the contrary, the poems that were influenced by this style and custom were handed down and introduced into the human kingdom. After hundreds of years, they were once again heard by the orcs through the hands of human bards.

On the small bench outside the performance venue, Loran and Niya sat side by side, watching the prairie bards play and sing, singing one story after another.

Compared with those herdsmen in fur coats around, the girl with blue hair and white skirt is so conspicuous that even sitting there quietly attracts the eyes of people around her.

But the girl focused on listening to the story in the ballad and didn't notice it. Several hot-blooded youths wanted to chat up, but they couldn't bear to break the quiet scene.

It was not until the bards finished singing the last song, and there was a warm applause in the hall, that the orcs gathered around rushed forward. Just when these young people with blood and lust were ready to invite the beautiful lady, one of the bards got out of the way.

"Please don't crowd in. This young lady is our special guest. She will sing the last song for us."

The Bard took the lead in clapping his hands as the group of young people hesitated and doubted.

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

For a moment, applause like thunder, warm as the ocean, green hair white skirt of flowers on the stage.