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Volume 4: The Fake Prophet of the Barbarian Orcs Chapter 2: Conflict and Unhappy Banquet

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    When the giants passed through the two gates of Fatiguere City, the preparations for the welcome banquet were almost completed.  In order to build a bonfire large enough for giants to sit around, the Yewei tribe took out almost all the firewood they had stored over the years, and cleared a large area near the shore of the holy lake. The raging flames roared several times.  meters high, enough to grill a whole wild camel on it.  This is also a way that Fatiguere City is preparing to show its strength.  Shah Erda personally supervised several barbarian orc warriors to carry a small tree, sharpen one end, and then put a recently killed adult wild camel on it.  This absolutely shocking luxurious delicacy was then placed on the fire. Four barbarian orc warriors worked together to turn the small tree so that the skinned blood-red camel meat could be fully grilled. The blood and grease dripped into the fire, making a crackling sound.  The sound is loud and the fragrance is overflowing.  On the other side of the banquet hall were piles of more traditional food, but in large quantities, tended by a dozen female orcs.  They were loading mizuna dumplings, dried fish and dates into plates and baskets made of tough water plants. The dried mushrooms and Losmon cheese from the dark elf caravan were mixed into a large pot of thick soup, with a lot of added ingredients.  Precious bird eggs and freshly caught fish are steaming hot and mouth-watering.  The wild giant looks slow and ferocious. His eyesight is not very good, but his sense of smell is very sensitive.  Almost as soon as he entered the gate of Fatiguere City, the giant at the front stopped, twitched his nose and sniffed, and then let out a roar like a thundering elephant.  The other giants also stopped, raised their heads and roared. Seeing this scene, a trace of worry flashed across Tomad's golden eyes.  He felt that the decision he made might be a bit rash. Once these behemoths went crazy in the city, the damage to Fatiguere City would be immeasurable.  However, Elder Gangyan¡¯s words quickly dispelled Tomad¡¯s worries.  "They are laughing, Tomad, that is a sign that the giants are in a happy mood." The old barbarian orc man explained softly, "Although they look ferocious and barbaric, the wild giants are actually quite gentle in nature and are easily satisfied. They just express  The way and the huge body are just a little intimidating." Thomas looked at the giants who were roaring with their heads up and beating their chests with a stiff expression. He smiled bitterly and put his hands on his forehead, "It's not just a little, if it weren't for you.  "Everyone thinks it's a sign of anger, right?" Elder Gangyan glanced at the orc warriors who were holding their weapons tightly - it could be seen that they were ready for self-defense and sacrifice, and they were a little helpless.  Shrugging his shoulders, he said, "This is how many conflicts between races come about. There are communication problems The same is true between barbarian orcs and humans." Hearing Elder Gangyan's last words, Tomad suddenly turned his head.  Come, there is surprise in your eyes.  But the old barbarian orc had already walked quickly towards the group of giants, shouting something loudly in the ancient language of the wild.  The giants soon stopped roaring, and then walked towards the huge bonfire prepared for them. One of them walked next to the barbarian warriors who were struggling to roast the whole camel, squatted down, and then stretched out his huge palm and gently  He took the barbecue spit easily, and the wild camel was no different from a fat rabbit in his hand.  This action startled Sha Erda, who was directing the barbecue. He suddenly stepped back and almost stepped into the fire. Several other soldiers reached out to grab their weapons with pale faces.  Elder Gang Yan walked over in time to stop them.  "The big man just saw that you were working too hard and wanted to help." The old barbarian orc explained and greeted the giant in ancient language.  The giant smiled with his mouth open and nodded in a friendly manner, but the ferocious teeth made the faces of Sha Erda and others look even more ugly.  Unlike those idiots who focus all their attention on eating and drinking at the banquet, Tanari Thunderhorn has not let down his guard for a moment since he stepped into the walls of Fatigal City.  Under the calm mask, he scanned every dark corner with sharp and anxious eyes, trying to discover hidden ambushes, traps, or any signs of abnormality.  The opening of Fatiguere City's city gates is both a threat and an opportunity for Tanari Thunderhorn.  If he could discover the trap one step ahead and identify it, the guarding force without the protection of the wall would be quickly defeated, at least he firmly believed this.  However, what surprised Tanari Thunderhorn was that until the banquet hall was in front of him, he still did not find any possible threats, as if Fatigael City planned to sincerely entertain the envoys of the Barbarian King's Banner.  This is of course impossible.  The young leader of the White Guards thought that if Fatiguere planned to surrender, he would probably open the city gate as early as the moment the Beast King's flag appeared on the horizon.  His eyes swept over the neat rows of canvas and animal skin tents, weighing them.?The number of guarding soldiers then came up with a number that made him secretly frightened.  There will be no less than five hundred warriors guarding Fatiguere City. If you include the cubs who are close to adulthood, it will probably be more than six hundred.  And unlike the usually poor and distressed tribes in the hinterland of the desert, the warriors here are all equipped with sophisticated weapons and armor, including exquisitely crafted studded leather armor, battle axes and spears without signs of rust, and carefully cared for, shiny  Wearing grease-maintained crossbows, some of the weapons were even more sophisticated than the equipment of the White Horde Guards, making Tanari Thunderhorn couldn't help but feel jealous.  Even for those tribes that often trade with human business groups, it is difficult to see so many sophisticated equipment, and there are many things that are obviously not produced in the desert.  Under the protection of the strong walls of Fatiguere City, the old, weak, women and children here all live extremely comfortably, and there is not even a face that is not filled with smiles and proud expressions.  "The place favored by the God of March?" Tanari Leijiao's eyes were filled with the light of thought, and he subconsciously followed the giants into the banquet hall located by the empty lake.  Seeing that the preparations were roughly completed, Tomad whispered a few words to Elder Gang Yan, who then raised his hands to make a gesture.  When the drummer who was responsible for beating the sacrificial drum saw this, he immediately beat out a series of exciting and majestic drum beats, followed by earth-shattering "Hey Ya" cheers from all directions, announcing that the welcome banquet was about to begin.  If a human town held a welcome banquet of this scale, red tape and other procedures would definitely be indispensable, but the barbarian orc tribe did not pay such attention.  After the cheers subsided, the drums started again, even more exciting and joyful than before. The banquet began with enthusiastic "Hey!", and a group of underage cubs appeared at the banquet venue carrying plates and baskets woven from water plants.  , delivering all kinds of food to each bonfire in a steady stream.  Next to the huge bonfire used to entertain the giants, a temporary pile of sand about four or five meters high was piled up, with a whole wild camel skin covering it as a cushion.  Tomad, Elder Gangyan and several other tribal leaders sat on the sand pile to facilitate conversation with the giants who were more than four meters tall even when they sat down.  Tanari Thunderhorn, who holds the banner of the Beast King, and his deputy Turuba Bonebreaker sit on the right side of Tomad. In front of them are plates and baskets of sumptuous food, as well as fermented food in hard leather bags.  Camel milk.  After a long journey, Turuba Bonecracker felt hungry and thirsty, and he ate and drank almost without thinking.  Tanari Thunderhorn looked restless. Even the delicious and juicy grilled fish made him unable to eat, so he just drank the fermented camel milk one mouthful after another.  Tanari Thunderhorn had reason to be worried.  The ten wild giants were once his last trump card in taking on the difficult mission of sending an envoy to Fatiguere City. No matter whether the tribal leaders in Fatiguere City chose to resist or surrender, the powerful force of the wild giants could ensure that he would win.  However, something unexpected happened to him now. Elder Gang Yan, who seemed to be quite old, was actually able to understand the ancient language of the wilderness and chatted happily with the giants!  This is simply the worst outcome.  The saying that the wild giants are loyal allies of the king of the barbarian beasts has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the tribes in the Abraham Desert.  Before heading to Fatiguere City, His Majesty Zulu Gritous indeed warned these giants to obey his orders.  Otherwise, with the ancient language that he could only speak a few words, he would not be able to command the powerful wild giant.  Tanari Leijiao never expected to encounter someone who knew the ancient language of the wilderness, nor did he expect that these ferocious and terrifying giants would actually talk non-stop to the old barbarian orc named Gang Yan, and would burst out from time to time.  A string of thunderous laughter.  "This situation must be reversed, otherwise all hope for the future will be far away from me." Tanari Thunderhorn said silently to himself, then he felt a pain in his palms. When he looked down, he found a bottle of fermented camel milk.  The pottery bowl had been pinched in half by himself at some point.  "My envoy who holds the banner of the Barbarian Beast King, doesn't this fermented camel milk suit your taste?" Although Tomad was talking to those giants - of course he had to go through Elder Gangyan's translation, he always paid some attention to  Tanari? Thunderhorn.  Seeing that the pottery bowl in the messenger's hand was shattered and the caked yogurt flowed all over the floor, he deliberately showed a regretful expression on his face, and then complained in a disapproving tone, "Please forgive me, maybe Fatiguere provided  The drink is not that sweet, but this is what we want after all." Elder Gang Yan translated these words into ancient wild language and repeated it, and then the tallest giant asked like thunder.  Tanari Thunderhorn didn't understand him because of his strong accent, but the reproach in the giant's tone was unmistakable.  A thin layer of sweat suddenly broke out from the forehead of the leader of the white tent guards.  "I, I'm notI mean??ThisOkay, very good, but II'm not sure, right, that's it" Tanari? Leijiao felt that his usual tongue suddenly seemed to be rusty, no matter what,  It was not working well, and the vocabulary he had mastered in the ancient language of the wild was pitiful, and now his words were even more incoherent. Even he himself did not know what he said in the end.  You're tired from the journey, do you need to rest early?  "Elder Gang Yan looked like he understood, and then raised his hands and struck hard in the air. With this signal, the drum sound stopped, and the noise and frolic gradually subsided. Only the bone flute was still playing, but it seemed  It is extremely low-pitched and gentle, with a soothing and calming feeling. "The envoys sent by the King of Barbarian Beastmen came here after a long journey. They had a hard time along the way.  Now please raise your camel milk high, and wish that the prestige of His Majesty Zulu Gritous, the King of Barbarian Orcs, will shake the desert and be spread to all places covered by the blue sky!  " Elder Gangyan's words triggered the most enthusiastic "Hey!", but his next words may not be so popular. "But our welcome and enthusiasm still need to be moderate.  What the wild camels need most is rest, and the same goes for the tired barbarian warriors. Now let us fill the wine glasses in front of us and wish for the last time that the flag of the Barbarian King can fly over the Abraham Desert forever!  " Tanari Thunder Horn suddenly turned his head and stared at the old barbarian orc in disbelief. No welcome banquet of any barbarian orc tribe has ever ended in such a short time. Unless all the food prepared is eaten and drunk, otherwise  It¡¯s not surprising that the banquet has just been going on for more than an hour. Barbecued meat and dried fish are still piled up, and more than half of the leather buckets filled with fermented camel milk have not been opened. Is this the end of the banquet?  None of the members of the tribe would agree. The next scene only made him shiver. Although the "Hey" sound was not so cheerful this time, the barbarian warriors beside the campfire did not show any objection.  They drank the camel milk in the pottery bowl, and then stood up and left without any trace of nostalgia or hesitation. Tomad and the tribal leaders around him also made the same move, except Elder Gangyan.  He stayed and explained a few words to the giants in ancient language. Tanari Leijiao tried his best to identify it, but he could only understand the words "tired", "he" and "rest", and was subsequently beaten by several giants.  He glared angrily, as if he was the culprit for the banquet ending early. Seeing the giants getting up and leaving, while his men were still eating and drinking heartlessly, Tanari Leijiao felt that his eyes were turning black.  His hands were trembling, as if a cold, hard boulder was pressing on his chest, making it difficult for him to even breathe. "Damn Fatiguere City, damn old guy" The young leader of the White Guards cursed through gritted teeth.  He spoke with a fierce tone that seemed to make the air around his mouth burn, "Do you think you can make me admit defeat like this?  No, you are wrong. Just wait and see, Tanari Thunderhorn will never bow his head!  "
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