"We can find some mushrooms." The orc warrior pulled out two red mushrooms from the soil and smelled them. "These are not good. The light green ones taste good when roasted. They will emerge from the humus soil before dusk and midnight. Don’t miss it.”
He looked tall and majestic, but his hands were very dexterous in pulling at the soil and tree roots. Griffith had seen orc warriors in the east. They were masters of axes, spears and warhammers, but the fine work could only be left to a few educated orcs and trolls.
Griffith responded and searched the forest side by side with Brunave.
I actually went looking for mushrooms with dangerous and ferocious orcs. If Erza and Lana heard this, they would definitely laugh at me for dreaming. However, with so many strange things happening in the past few days, this one is not so surprising now.
Griffith pulled out a mushroom and threw it into the bag, and looked carefully at the Blood Warrior who was digging the roots of the tree.
Orcs are stubborn and brave guys. Even if they are lucky enough to catch a prisoner, no matter how tortured they are, these tough guys will not reveal any information. It is unimaginable to be in the same camp as now.
Having said that, Galadia and I have already embarked on the third most dangerous path, forced to pass through the corrupted forest, and next we will most likely need to pass through the orc territory. If I encounter danger again, well, I will use the extraordinary characteristics of Sequence 6, summon a wave of troops, and kill a bunch of hateful orcs while breaking through. Hey, thinking about it makes me a little excited...
However, if the situation is not very dangerous and Brunave and the troll are willing to live in peace, then this...
Such an opportunity is rare!
"Warrior, why do you want to take this route?" Griffith asked carefully choosing his words, trying not to arouse the other party's vigilance. "You are not going to Arran too, are you?"
"I'm not going to Yalan. My destination is the Firestone Tribe, which is just a day or two away northwest of here."
"Huh? Then why don't you go directly from your territory and go around in such a big circle?"
"The border is closed," Brunave shook his head. "It is not easy to pass between various clans. Especially for a warrior like me, you must obtain the other clan's approval before going to other clans."
Unexpectedly, the orcs are so divided within themselves, just like the state of Beyelan and Verona. Griffith became very curious: "So you just went around the Corrupted Forest?"
"Yes, the Firestone Tribe can only guard the intersections with other tribes and elves. There are no guards in most areas. As long as I sneak in, I can get there smoothly."
"Well, that's really smart," Griffith nodded with interest, "But why are you going to the Firestone Tribe?"
"I'm going to be the clan leader."
"..."
Seeing the surprised look on the would-be knight's face, Brunave smiled proudly: "The leader of the Firestone Tribe is an old stubborn who has occupied his position for a long time and refused to give up. Our chief asked me to participate in the Uluhai Competition and win the bird position. ."
Warchief Vessarion sent his blood warriors to the other tribes to seize control. This information got Griffith thinking.
Brunave's strength and combat skills are not weak, but he doesn't seem to be very powerful, and he is not yet a transcendent. How could such a warrior seize the leadership of a tribe?
Brunave must have some kind of trump card and support to adjust the position of the patriarch. If so, would Warchief Visario also send warriors in other directions to strengthen the grassroots control of the Northern Orc Clan Alliance?
Compared to Beyelan's slow penetration of Verona, the way the orcs attacked the clan members was like an invading fire. Such a strategy will inevitably arouse resistance from various tribes, and the clan alliance will fall into chaos. This move is too risky.
However, such drastic changes had just occurred in Canaan that even if there was civil strife in the clan alliance, they had no intention of intervening. Without the support of the elves, Beyelan's three legions were pinned down in Verona and could not be mobilized in a short time...
Griffith's expression moved slightly. An idea came to mind - the events in Canaan had been prepared by many forces for a long time, and they were just waiting for the chaos to bring about the opportunity to take action. Chief Brunav had probably been waiting for such an opportunity.
Is it prophecy or divination? Isn't this too accurate? Is Lady Iluvash, the goddess of prophecy and destiny, so powerful in her control of time? No, I don't believe it. Even if he could make accurate predictions, it would be impossible for the other six righteous gods, evil gods and sub-gods besides the righteous gods to make such accurate predictions, right?
Griffith realizes that there may well be some clues out there, not obscure enough to be exploited by some force that knows the secrets of Canaan.
…
The sky was getting darker and darker, and in the silence there could be faintly heard the illusory sound of dripping water that never stopped, as if reason was passing away with time, or some poor prisoner was being separated from his wrists and bled.
This distant sound made Griffith feel dizzy, and the symptoms of losing his mind that he had experienced in the Whispering Forest reappeared.
The current situation can still be tolerated for the time being. Griffith and the orcs collected a bunch of mushrooms and cooked them over a fire.
These green mushrooms even have a slight fragrance after roasting. Everyone ate a few pieces, and the panicked hunger began to subside. With a little food on the bottom, everyone was in a better mood, and Miss Troll began to ask the orcs about their specific plans.
Brunav introduced: "After I arrive at the Firestone Tribe, I will participate in the Uluhai Competition. Three people are required to participate. My two teammates will take other paths to meet up. After six rounds of fighting, the leader of the Firestone Tribe must come down to greet them. Challenge. I don’t care about the battle, but there will inevitably be some injuries. Please ask Miss Priest to help treat them.”
Clan alliances have many brutal battle rituals. The Nazak that Griffith experienced in Bellomont was one of them, and the Uluhai mentioned by Brunave was like a more complete competitive game. He didn't know much, so he just listened quietly to the orc's explanation.
Brunave continued: "The leader of the Firestone Tribe is named Baroque, and his rule has been going on for many years.
"Now that he is old, everyone thinks he should abdicate as soon as possible to avoid civil strife and chaos caused by sudden death.
"This old bastard didn't want to. He occupied the position of clan leader and killed all challengers in the Uluhai Arena. It would be fine if he was strong enough, but the shamans suspected that he was cheating and used evil magic to strengthen himself. Come and defeat the true warrior. And he doesn’t listen to the warchief’s orders and is a bastard.”
Brunave's description was clear and accurate, and then he sighed in a confused way:
"Hey, it wouldn't be like this if he had a daughter."
Why did you involve your daughter? Griffith, who was concentrating on collecting intelligence, did not turn around for a while.
"What he means is that if Baroque has a daughter, he can find a powerful warrior as his son-in-law without causing disputes, and the clans of the tribe cannot seek to interfere on the grounds of instability on the day when power is transferred in the future." The priest. The lady explained to Griffith and Galadia who didn't understand, and then turned to look coldly at the orcs who were immersed in fantasy.
"You seem to be looking forward to him having a daughter."
"Hehe," Brunave smiled stupidly at first, then suddenly shook his head, "No way, it doesn't happen, don't talk nonsense!"
While everyone was chatting, night fell. Under the bright moonlight, the scenery is extremely clear.
"Today is actually a full moon." Galadia moved towards Griffith warily and held his hand tightly.
Everyone looked up and saw that the silver full moon was gradually turning green, hanging high in the sky, casting a faint evil light, which was thrilling to watch.
There was no smell of living things around. Those furtive murmurs seemed to hide in the depths of darkness.
The troll priest looked at the woods and said solemnly: "Today's moon is a green moon, and the corruption and mutation will be particularly crazy and powerful! Be careful."
"Shh, I seem to hear something." Galadia stood up, grabbed the longbow and swept through the darkness vigilantly.
There was a rumble from the ground, and heavy footsteps were approaching. Everyone jumped to their feet, back to back on guard with weapons in hand.
In the forest clearing illuminated by green light, a huge shadow appeared.
Its appearance is accompanied by the distant and strange sound of the flute, which makes people feel nervous and uneasy from the heart. It seems that as long as they stay within a certain range nearby, the creatures will continue to lose their minds.
Its trunk is extremely thick, like a moving stake, and its head is as wide and thick as an umbrella canopy. Griffith rubbed his eyes, looked carefully, and saw a huge mushroom striding towards him in the darkness.
Its body is huge, its texture is as clear as muscles, and it shows explosive power.
In such a dangerous and dark world, giant mushrooms look a bit comical. As the distance got closer, its speed and momentum increased suddenly, and finally it pressed down like a mountain with the force of thunder.
"Expand the formation, retreat from a distance! The orcs and I switch to pick up the enemy, control..." Griffith just issued the command, Brunave cheered, brandished the steel ax and jumped towards the mushroom.
"Ancestor, this monster is worth fighting!"
The mushroom dwarfed slightly and ejected like an athlete taking off. It waved its fist and delivered an earth-shattering full-force blow.
The wind of the fist stirred up flying sand and rocks, causing the situation to change. The orc went flying like a baseball. The huge mushroom immediately rushed toward Griffith.
"Troll, heal the orcs quickly!" Galadia shot an arrow surrounded by silver light, and then quickly issued an order, "Griffith, attack with all your strength, this monster will damage our sanity!"
The four people immediately dispersed. Griffith pulled out Han Guang and started fighting with the support of the elves' arrows.
Brunave's arm was broken by this blow, and he vomited blood all over the floor. He could only retreat to a distance with the help of the troll and receive treatment as soon as possible.
"Come on, Aslante, you can definitely do it," Miss Shadow Priest asked the orc to lie down and encouraged her very gently, "This is just a small healing spell."
"Okay, Lord Priest," Brunave nodded vigorously, "But my name is not Aslante."
Miss Troll nodded: "I know, my name is Aslante."
She took a deep breath, moved her arms, clenched her fists, and cracked her knuckles: "Okay, isn't it just the opposite of the life-sucking spell~"
