Chapter 438： king of the prairie

The appearance of porcelain caused a sensation at the banquet.

Chief Asoye generously passed the bottle down for everyone to watch, but he was not allowed to take the bottle out of the box so as not to break it.

After his son Gunther took the porcelain vase, he carefully groped it with his hands for a long time, and after passing it on to others, his eyes flickered at Stanford.

"So, you are planning to cross the Rocky Mountains. Oh, I have to say, human warriors, this is a bold and even stupid decision."

Chief Asoye held the wine and chatted with Captain Stanford.

"Yes, I am also an adventurer after all. The urge to explore the unknown is always in my blood, no matter whether the unknown is dangerous or not."

"A drink to your courage!"

The orc chief drank another large bowl of wine, and wiped his mouth casually with his arm.

"In this case, you'd better wait for the dwarves in the mountain to come out and get in touch with them. Maybe those stubborn guys can take you there."

"Thank you for reminding me, I'm thinking about doing this too."

On the way here, Stanford also planned to have a preliminary contact with the dwarf to see if he could get help from the other party.

If the other party is easy to talk to, that would be great. If the other party is not good to talk, then the only option is to sneak into Rocky Mountain and "smuggle".

Soon, the highlight of the banquet began, and Eugene, the leader of the caravan, announced loudly the commodities they had brought this time.

Salt, cloth, tea, and all kinds of iron pots and pans are all things that the blood cow, a tribe that lives deep in the forest, lacks.

Every time old Eugene finished reading one item, the tribal leaders present would all smile.

Then they discussed and even argued loudly, or were busy fighting for the quota of goods for their own families, or bargaining with caravan members.

Most of the payment used by the blood cow tribe is animal fur, medicinal materials or livestock, and a small amount of metal coins circulated from humans.

The banquet started in the evening and lasted until around 9:00 p.m. before the guests gradually dispersed. Stanford also helped Matthew, who was a little dizzy, back to the residence.

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It was late at night, and the chief's longhouse was still filled with light.

The firepit in the center of the room is burning with raging flames, releasing heat for this empty room, and also reflecting two tall orc figures on the wooden walls decorated with various animal skins and skulls.

Asoye, the chief of the Blood Bull Tribe, was holding the porcelain bottle he received at the banquet in his hand, and the smooth wall of the bottle shone with dazzling light.

"What a beautiful thing!"

Asoye once again sighed sincerely.

"My old man!" Eugene, the leader of the caravan sitting opposite him snorted, "Has your heart reached the age of being obsessed with playthings now?"

"Oh, Eugene, that's a bit mean of you to say that, shouldn't beautiful things be appreciated more?"

Asoye refuted his old friend, and then said in an emotional tone: "Humans are really an incredible race! They are both cunning and intelligent, greedy and aggressive, and only they can invent this beautiful...beautiful Porcelain."

"Hmph!" Eugene said with some disdain: "Perhaps in terms of brains, humans are better than us orcs, but in terms of bravery, ten humans are no match for one orc."

Asoye said helplessly: "If you mean fighting with bare hands, that's true, but what if humans put on armor, mount horses, and take up spears and swords?"

Eugene retorted: "That was before. Now, we have also learned to smelt iron, we have also learned to forge stirrups, and orc warriors can also wear armor and hold swords."

Asoye was still arguing with his old friend, but Eugene interrupted him with a wave of his hand.

"Okay, my old man. Stop messing around with me. Warchief Albar didn't send me here to discuss racial identity with you. Come on, what are you thinking? When will you pledge your allegiance to the Warchief ?”

Asoye narrowed his eyes: "Are you forcing me to make a choice?"

Eugene shook his head: "This is not forcing you, but conforming to the general trend. The orcs have been scattered for too long, like sand scattered on the ground. There needs to be a king to rule over all on the grassland again!"

"But this is deep in the forest."

"As long as you still admit that you are an orc, then you will always be a child of the prairie."

Asoye stared at Eugene: "Old man Eugene, we orcs have orc traditions, and these traditions have even been deeply embedded in our nature. We have lived happily like this for many years."

He hesitated for a moment and said: "But I have heard a lot about the deeds of Great Chief Abar. It is said that he raised some human favorites, invented some officials' titles after imitating the human kingdom, and is still tinkering with the orc characters. What etiquette rules do you want to promote? .”

"I heard that the tribes that are loyal to him can no longer move freely. I heard that disputes between tribes have to be resolved by him. I also heard that each tribe has to send the strongest warrior in its own tribe every year. Raise an army loyal to him."

"I don't understand, is this still an orc? Where is our freedom? Why are there more rules to restrict us? What I don't understand is that what you said just now revealed that you are very rude to humans. And yet you owe such an allegiance to a chief who strives to emulate humans."

Eugene hesitated for a moment, and retorted, "I don't like human beings."

^0^, but won't that prevent me from learning their strengths? Moreover, don't I also admire those human warriors who came across the sea? "

"Those that Abar imitated are strengths?"

"Yes! Asoye, you only see freedom, but you don't see how many tribes are caught in **** battles every year for pastures and water sources. A large number of outstanding fighters die because of meaningless battles. How sad Sad! And the hatred caused by this battle has been passed down from generation to generation, leaving us orcs always in a state of disunity!"

Eugene stretched out his hand, barely grasping it in front of the bright flame.

"Therefore, we must use the rules and regulations to restrain our clansmen. UU Reading and the establishment of the rules and regulations cannot be done without an authority. Under the control of this authority, within the constraints of the rules and regulations, Only the various tribes can reasonably allocate pastures and water sources, and avoid meaningless disputes and vendettas! Only then can they unite and face the common enemy!"

He said in an unquestionable tone: "And this authority must and must be the Great Chief Abal!"

Asoye asked: "Why must it be Abal?" But he didn't refute Eugene's previous words.

Eugene stood up and said frantically, "Because he is the blood of ancient heroes! The Zarg clan once led the children of the grassland to resist the invasion of the ancient Bela people! Today, thousands of years later, the blood of this blood The descendants will continue to lead the children of the prairie to conquer."

Asoye asked suspiciously: "Conquer?"

"conquer!"

Eugene nodded emphatically!

Chapter 438 The King of the Prairie

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