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Volume 4: The Fake Prophet of the Barbarian Orcs Chapter 15: Disagreements at the Tribal Gathering

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    Gatherings of barbarian orc tribes are often accompanied by endless singing and dancing, excessive drinking and eating, and conflicts and fights - the latter are mostly playful, but there are also examples of bloodshed and injuries.  Perhaps due to the extremely difficult living environment, the barbarian orcs are unwilling to let go of every day when they can indulge and indulge. The monthly tribal gatherings are often noisy all night long, until the morning star rises from the eastern sky.  This rally is still the same.  Tomad poked his aching forehead with his finger. His eyes seemed to be focused on the wild dance of a group of fit female barbarian orcs in front of him, but in fact he turned a blind eye to it, thinking to himself about the issues that worried him.  It didn¡¯t take much time for Tomad to convince Elder Gangyan and Aogasi Shaman. The latter even expressed their full support after Tomad just opened his mouth to explain his idea.  "The meaning of the favored one is the meaning of the March God." Aogasi Shaman solemnly promised, "Servants who devoutly worship the March God will definitely support your approach."  He choked back all his words, but the subsequent negotiations with the tribe elders seemed much more difficult.  The orc tribes are accustomed to following ancient traditions, which have been their way of survival for hundreds of thousands of years.  There are many tribes that try to give up their traditions and explore new paths, but all end in misfortune, which makes the tribal elders who have experienced decades of hardships become even more stubborn.  Tomad patiently explained the plan over and over several times. Due to his thorough preparation, almost every part that could easily be questioned has been annotated in advance. However, except for the shaken expression on Shah Erda's face,  The other tribal elders were all indifferent.  Even when they could no longer raise any issues, their mouths were still closed like clam shells, and they did not express their agreement in any way.  Tomad sighed, raised the wooden bowl in front of him, and took a sip of the sour and caked camel milk inside.  This fermented drink is the favorite drink of the barbarian orcs, but it is also very precious. Even for fairly wealthy tribes, ordinary members can only drink it at gatherings.  However, Tomad was not used to the weird taste of fermented camel milk. Every time he drank it, he felt very uncomfortable in his stomach.  But now he felt uncomfortable from head to toe, especially when he saw an elder from the Yewei tribe standing up with a flushed face. The elder then raised his hands in the air and made a gesture of preparing to speak.  Several large animal-skin drums beat out a series of rapid drumbeats at the same time, and then the drummers let out a loud roar and put away their drumsticks at the same time.  The noise was suppressed by the drumbeats, and then everyone's eyes were directed towards the center of the assembly venue.  The elder of the Yewei tribe stood firm next to the fire pit where a whole Bactrian wild camel was roasting, leaning on a bone staff that represented the identity of the tribe's elder.  This was not easy, because he had just drank a considerable amount of fermented camel milk, which not only showed that his face was as red as a strawberry, but also his body was shaking constantly.  "Brothers of the Yewei Tribe and the Barbarian Fang Tribe!" The elder tried his best to raise his voice so that every barbarian orc next to the bonfire could hear what he was shouting.  "Let me tell you some good news! The gift of the March God has come to us. We, the Yewei Tribe and the Manya Tribe, have received the real oracle!" "This is good news, yes." Ao  Gaxi Shaman frowned and sarcastically said loudly, "It's just that it seems that the timing of your announcement was delayed by a month, and now the cubs who can't even speak clearly have already made it clear." The elder half turned around, drunk.  Not only did it make his body stagger, but it also made his mind so courageous that he dared to challenge the authority of the tribal shaman.  "Master Shaman, the reason why I am telling you this now is because in the previous gatherings, you have not officially announced the sacred mission and power given to us by the March God!" "Brother Buffalo Horn, I dare to ask you  What mission are you talking about?¡± Elder Gangyan asked this time, ¡°Could the God of March give you an oracle directly, instead of going through the Aogasi Shaman or the God¡¯s Favorite Dun Tomad?  Brother?" The respected elder of the Manya Tribe looked sternly at the elder of the Yewei Tribe, and asked him to shake his head, and his drunkenness seemed to dissipate a little.  "Well, Brother Gangyan, I'm not talking about a new oracle." The elder of the Yewei Tribe insisted, "You also know that the Flatfoot Tribe - those who have no prestige and will taint us if they speak out.  The guys with big mouths are spying on the oasis given to us by the God of March. We must teach these guys a lesson. Kill their sandstones, let their useless warriors keep vigil for our warriors, and let their women and children  Work for us!" These words caused a burst of cheers and stamping around the campfire. Not everyone responded, but at least half of the tribe warriors raised their wooden bowls and shouted in agreement, "Hey."Yeah." Tomad sighed softly. These words were still spoken by the bellicose elder, and he got the support of some barbarian orcs. This is what he has been trying to avoid in the past few days.  Thomad does not want to have a head-on conflict with the elders of the barbarian tribe. The prestige of these elders is deeply rooted, even if he has the lofty status of the God's Favorite and the support of Elder Gangyan and Aogasi Shaman.  , doing so can easily lead to confusion. However, he must not watch the conflict and massacre approaching step by step, whether it is to repay the Barbarian Fang tribe, or to change the sad prospect of the barbarian orcs killing each other, or for a better future.  To obtain the faith of those without owners, Tomad must solve the trouble caused by the Buffalo Horn elder. Elder Gangyan and Aogashi Shaman exchanged a worried look. In any case, the scene of confrontation between the tribal elders and the God's Favored Ones.  It couldn't be worse. Elder Gang Yan was about to interrupt, but he heard Tomad nodding to Elder Buffalo Horn with an expression of approval. "What Elder Buffalo Horn said just now is right, the light of the March God.  It will shine upon all those who contribute to the divine mission.  "Tomad's tone sounded very sincere, and his eyes were radiant, as if there was a light source hidden deep in his pupils. "The Fatiguere Oasis is a sacred territory given to us by Quenya, the goddess of the silver moon. No tribe has the right to interfere. If you have flat feet,  If the tribe dares to stretch out its claws towards the Holy Lake, I will wield the sharp blade given by Sonata, Lord of the Black Moon, and be the first to give these idiots a severe blow!  "A particularly enthusiastic "Hey!" sound swept through the assembly venue. The orcs beside each bonfire raised their arms and responded in unison. "But do they dare to do this?  "After Tomad's shouts decreased slightly, he announced in a shocking voice, "With the blessing of the God of March and the protection of nearly four hundred warriors, among the dozens of tribes in the surrounding area, who can compare with us?  More powerful?  Who is closer to the light of the March God than we are?  "    "No!  "Don Kaba was the first to let out a thunderous roar, and the bonfire in front of him swayed, as if shocked by the momentum of this powerful roaring warrior. "No, no, no!  "From the cubs who didn't have their own names to the gray-haired tribal elders, all the barbarian orcs stood up excitedly, raised their arms to the night sky, and their roars shook the oasis holy lake not far away, causing ripples."  Hey, we are a powerful tribe blessed by the God of March!  Hey!  " "Why do we, who are so powerful, bully our weaker siblings?  "Tomad said with a louder voice. This has completely exceeded the limit of the sound he can make. An undetectable magical light is spinning faintly under his feet, amplifying every word he speaks several times.  Double the volume. ¡°Why can¡¯t we live in peace and share the gifts from the March God?  " " Are the Flatfoot tribe worthy of being called our brothers?  Another tribal elder raised his lips in dissatisfaction, "Their war songs have no power, and their prestige is buried deep under their feet. I am ashamed to breathe the air of the Desert of Abraham with these weak fleshworms!"  " "But their bodies still have blood belonging to the blood of the barbarian orcs flowing in them!  Tomad interrupted sharply before any voice of approval could be heard, "Why hasn't the God of March sent down an oracle for hundreds of years?"  Isn't it because in the highest sky, they saw the tribes of barbarian orcs killing each other, and the meat and milk in their mouths were stained with the blood of their fellow tribesmen?  " Elder Buffalo Horn shivered and hugged his arms tightly as if he felt a little cold. "Beloved of Gods, I don't mean to be disrespectful, but this is the ancient tradition of the barbarian orcs. Only by killing can you obtain meat and milk.  Only the winner can occupy the oasis and wash his wounds with the clear water of the holy lake.  " "The ancient tradition has great prestige and deserves respect, but only new roads can be blessed by the God of March.  "Tomad said in an unquestionably tough tone, "The attack on the Flatfoot tribe will not be blessed by the Silver Moon Goddess Quenya and the Red Moon Goddess Marfa. It will only dry up the river of life of more warriors.  !  " These words are an adventure made by Tomad, taking advantage of the prestige he gained in the "Night of the Gods" and the awe of many barbarian orcs. In the past hundreds of years, there has never been any Sasha  The Manchu shaman dared to say such words in the name of the God of March, even the great shaman standing on the side of the Savage Beast King's flag was no exception. The elder Buffalo Horns' eyes widened in surprise, and he was speechless because of this bold statement.  There were several tribal elders who made similar expressions at the same time, but they had no time to react, because at the next moment, the Aogasi shaman suddenly jumped up, holding the shaman bone staff high and pointing directly at the sacred red moon.  Goddess Marfa issued a new oracle through the mouth of the God's Favorite!  ¡± He moved with his hands enthusiastically.??, and then made three prostrations to Tomad.  "Pay tribute, brothers of the Yewei Tribe and the Manya Tribe! Different from the ancient tradition full of blood and massacre, we have gained a new path!"
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