There was dead silence.
The orcs of the Falk tribe looked at the only tattered piece of clothing left on the gallows, with shock and panic on their faces.
The Holy Light has proved Irina's words. Pei Dinan sold his soul to the devil and was completely eliminated by the Holy Light. The battle is no longer meaningless.
They should probably also thank Irina. If it weren't for her, what they would have to face next would be a devil's rule. No one knows whether the Fake tribe will become the next Elba tribe.
The Fake tribe is now leaderless, where will it go next?
The chiefs and representatives of each tribe looked at this scene with different expressions.
The devil controlled Ferdinand, which was proven to be real, and most likely caused the Elba tribe to kill each other hundreds of years ago. Will the same thing happen again in the Twilight Forest?
In this chaos, the Fake tribe once again lost a tenth-level strongman and the successor to the chief. Its strength has dropped a lot. There are only three not-so-powerful tenth-level orcs left. They are not among the ten major tribes. You will definitely be able to stand firm.
What happens tonight will have a great impact on the pattern of the Twilight Forest.
"Ding! The black mist has been cleared, and the source of the black mist has been completely isolated!"
"Congratulations to the host for completing the mission and receiving the mission reward: a face-changing mask!"
The cheerful voice of the system sounded in Mag's mind. He raised his eyebrows slightly and walked out of the crowd again, returned to Amy and the others, and said with a smile: "It seems we don't need to retreat."
"Brother..." Connie looked at the remaining tattered clothes, biting her lips, trying to control her emotions, tears falling down.
That petite figure looked extremely lonely and fragile in the crowd.
Everyone looked at her with some pity. The survivor of this rebellion was probably the most unfortunate one.
"The regicide Gaili is dead, and the devil Petinan who conspired and planned all this has been killed. Now the only one qualified to inherit the position of chief of the Fake tribe is your little princess." Irina His eyes fell on Connie, and a gentle beam of light also fell on her.
The orcs of the Falk tribe looked at Connie standing in the beam, and their eyes gradually lit up.
"Princess Connie is the chief's most beloved princess! She is also his only heir now. It is only natural that she will inherit the chief's position!" Deward walked out of the crowd and shouted, holding the magic staff high.
"I agree too! Princess Connie is a kind and brave person. She has exposed the lies and deceptions of the devil. She will definitely be able to lead our Fake tribe out of this difficult predicament!" Another old man came out and echoed loudly. road.
All the orcs nodded in agreement. What Connie did today made all the orcs have a great change in their impression of the princess who was as innocent as a little white rabbit. This experience was undoubtedly a training for her. Maybe it can really lead the Fake tribe to become strong again.
"Princess Connie please come on stage and be crowned chief!"
"Princess Connie please come on stage!"
Everyone made way to the high platform and looked at Connie and shouted loudly.
"I..." Listening to the shouts, Connie's face showed a bit of panic and confusion. Her eyes subconsciously wandered among the crowd, and finally fell on Mag.
"Go and protect what your father has solemnly protected for his whole life." Mag said loudly.
"Guard..." Connie's blank eyes seemed to catch something all of a sudden. Looking at those trusting eyes, she vaguely seemed to see the solemn man and the loving old lady. She took a deep breath. In one breath, he walked towards the high platform.
Connie walked up to the high platform, looked at everyone, and said in a low voice: "I am Connie. I may not be qualified to stand here, and I don't have enough ability to become the chief of the Falk tribe, but what I want to say is... …I hope to continue to protect this land and this tribe on behalf of my father.”
The orcs looked at Connie and silently wiped away tears.
If all these things had not happened, they would have been a stable and powerful tribe.
"It's your turn, ugly duckling." Mag pulled off the black cloth from the ugly duckling and gently patted its butt. "A single grilled fish."
"Meow!" The ugly duckling's eyes lit up, and he jumped from Amy's arms to the ground, running through the crowd like a ray of orange lightning, and rushed towards the high platform.
"The lighting technician is in place!"
"Levitation master prepares!"
Mag said softly.
"Meow!"
Just when everyone was sinking into grief and unable to extricate themselves, a loud and clear cry suddenly came to mind, and an orange figure suddenly ran up the high platform and hovered in front of Connie.
It was an orange cat, but it had a pair of translucent white wings on its back, allowing it to hover in front of Connie out of thin air.
Its body exudes a holy light, like a god descending to earth.
"Lord Yuan Devouring Beast God!"
"It's really the Lord Devouring Beast God!!!"
The orcs of the Fake tribe looked at the flying orange cat. After being stunned for a moment, their faces suddenly showed a look of ecstasy. They knelt on the ground with a splash, and many of them started kowtowing directly.
"Is this...really the element-devouring beast god?" The orcs from other tribes looked at the orange cat standing in the air and the orcs from the Fake tribe who were kneeling on the ground. They hesitated for a moment and lowered their heads to show respect. .
Each tribe has its own beast god worshiped, but the number of times in history the beast god has manifested itself is very small.
No one could have imagined that after the Fa Ke tribe suffered this disaster, it would usher in the manifestation of the element-devouring beast god.
"Ugly..." Connie blurted out after looking at the orange cat floating in front of her for a moment.
"Meow--"
But before she could say anything, the ugly duckling had stretched out one paw to cover her mouth, and at the same time pressed the other paw on the top of her head. The light seemed to become brighter at this moment, as if There is some kind of inheritance going on.
Everyone looked at this mysterious scene, and their eyes gradually widened. They might be witnessing an important scene.
About ten seconds later, the ugly duckling withdrew its fat paws from Connie's head, and a golden crown appeared on Connie's head.
"Meow."
The ugly duckling called again and then disappeared into thin air.
All the light dissipated, leaving only the golden crown on Connie's head shining brightly.
"The Lord Devouring Beast God has chosen Princess Connie!"
“The Beast God has also approved Princess Connie’s coming to lead the Falk tribe!”
"Chief Connie! Chief Connie!!"
All the orcs stood up and looked at Connie and started cheering!
