After gaining the attitude of the orc royal court, Lant left with satisfaction, leaving the giant otter Shidad Wozyi to continue lying in the pool specially prepared for him.
"The royal court really wants Fiat Galloping Horse to take over Yeqi City?" On the other side of the room, a small door was opened, and the old camel Shahman Dulezzi quietly entered, "Fiat is better than Rand It’s much more difficult to deal with.”
"Of course not, but what's more troublesome is that these two merge," the big otter said nonchalantly while holding the dried fish, "The royal court doesn't think that Lant Galloping Horse, who has a fairy queen on his back, can give up Yeqi City, so We need to let him know about Fiat so that they will always be suspicious of each other and unable to cooperate."
"Is he really Lant Galloping Horse?" Old Luotuo was a little surprised and pointed at the door. "Are you sure?"
"It doesn't have to be me, but it must be someone who can make decisions in Yeqi City." The big otter took a sip of the wine. "Otherwise, can ordinary orcs get such a high-quality wine?"
"and you……"
"I'm not good at fighting, and didn't you see that he has the sign of the Temple of Life? Rather than fighting reluctantly and offending an ancient god and a monster, it's better to pretend not to know." In the eyes of Otter, he is the king. Even if the envoys of the court encounter enemies, they should fight against them with the envoy's stance and methods, rather than with force.
…
"Have you heard? Several rat-man clans are gathering towards the Iowa Pass." On the first floor of the bar, the half-dwarf bartender Old Hammer was wiping his wine glass while chatting with Lant.
"Rat people? There are none in the Frostwolf Forest. There are actually orcs in this world who worship rats?" Lant was a little surprised.
"Of course. Among the Warcraft, the Rat Clan has the lowest threshold for breakthrough and the strongest reproductive ability. The resources to support an intermediate Warcraft are even enough to support a high-level Warcraft," Old Hammer said with a smile, "And the Rat Clan is tall. Being short and consuming little, they can reproduce in large numbers with a little resource.”
Rant didn't understand why the wandering ratmen were so actively preparing to attack him, but obviously the size of a single ratman tribe must be far larger than the upper limit of barbarians or orcs, and it was a flooding attack.
After gathering enough information, Lant was ready to return to the small town of Iowa, but before leaving, he still wanted to see his white wolf.
When Lant was welcomed into Abedi's Temple of Life again, he clearly felt the indescribable expression on the priest's apprentice.
"What? Is there something wrong with Chief Tuotapara's health?" Lant looked at the apprentice, wanting to know what was wrong with his wolf.
"No, I feel like she has changed a bit. She seems to have changed from the warm and approachable person in the afternoon to a cold, arrogant... monster." The apprentice hesitated, and she did not see two wolves at the same time. I just thought it was Thothapapara's character that suddenly changed.
"Passionate? Approachable?" This was the first time someone had used these two words for Tuotapara, which made Lant a little confused.
When he opened the door to the guest room, Lant saw a huge white wolf lying on the long bed in the distance. From its size to its appearance, there was nothing wrong with it.
"Tutapara? I'm going back early tomorrow morning," Rant walked into the room and said tentatively.
"Oh?" the white wolf replied, staring directly at Lant, his eyes full of hesitation and caution.
Suddenly, Lant stopped. When Tutapala stared at him, he would only look at him from the side, not from the front. In an instant, Lant felt a gust of cold wind coming from behind on his left, turned around and hugged the big wolf head that was charging towards him.
"Lant! How could you mistake me for everything?" Tottapala rushed up to express his dissatisfaction.
"Look for yourselves to see the difference between the two of you," Lant stroked the Frost Wolf vigorously and felt a little guilty when he spoke, "Are you Sangji, the princess of the White Wolf tribe?"
"Yes, Count Lant, the leader of Tuotapala asked me to be her priest," Sangji nodded. She was a little at a loss at this moment. Theoretically, she and Lant were enemies, but because of Tuotapara, she was at a loss. Regarding Tapala's relationship, she and the human lord in front of her seemed to be in the same camp again.
"I know that during this period, the Orc Royal Court is preparing to declare war on me. If you feel more embarrassed, just stay in the Temple of Life and remain neutral." Rand was ready to touch Sanji like a frost wolf. But she avoided it.
"Earl? In the orc tribe, your behavior is basically blaspheming the beast god," the leopard girl Secura Ella on the side reminded with a smile.
Lant nodded to express his understanding, gave Frost Wolf a few instructions and left.
Seeing the door closing again, Sanji and Secura finally breathed a sigh of relief. At least the human lord and his frost wolf could accept them. The only thing they had to do now was to leave under the eyes of their father and brother. Basin.
"I'll just tell you!" Tuttapala next to him said easily, "Lant is a very easy person to talk to."
Sang Ji's worry was not unreasonable. Not long after, Tutapala received a notice from her apprentice that the elder of the White Wolf tribe, Duoxi White Wolf, and his son Sidaka White Wolf wanted to see her.
"Didn't we just meet yesterday?" Frost Wolf was a little strange after receiving the news. However, Sangji on the side understood that her father had gotten wind of the news and came to test it.
The morning before, Duoxi Bailang had just taken his son to the Temple of Life in Tikal to apologize to Tottapala. That afternoon, he heard that a demon named Tottapala had also come to the temple in Abedi. Wolf naturally guessed that it was his daughter Sangji who settled in Abaidee, so he rushed over the next day, nominally to visit again, but in fact it was just to expose her face to face.
However, even Sang Ji and Duo Xi did not expect that Tutapala, angry that someone would use her name, and of course fearing that her four life-size pillows would be publicized, killed Abedi overnight and killed Sang Ji on the spot.
So at the temple, Duoxi and Siddaka froze instantly when they saw Thothapara. Frost Wolf's sharp eyes are even colder than ice magic.
"Sir... Tuotapala," Duo Xi said reluctantly, "After I left you yesterday, I remembered that my daughter Sanji grew up with Panita, and she looks like you... I am It’s said that you have your charm…”
The old werewolf talked a lot and offered some magic plants before leaving with his son.
After making sure that her brother and father were gone, Sanji came out of the corridor, walked to Tottapara with her head lowered, and breathed a long sigh of relief.
"You have nothing to worry about now, right? Doesn't your father mean that after I find you, you will be my priest?" Tottapala lay down on the ground easily and swept Sangji with his tail.
Sangji has never used this flexible use of her tail to express emotions. Deep down in her heart, she thinks she is an orc, and it is most normal to express with her hands, mouth, and even her eyes.
