The Baroque patriarch fell.
The golden crown on his head rolled down, and rolled towards Brunaeff's feet as if it was looking for a new host. The illusory barrier surrounding the arena immediately began to break apart, falling into the fire and gathering into a sky-high fire. Although the mighty Hogg is still at war with Aslante and the lava giant, the chain of defeat will soon follow.
Griffith also slaughtered all the fishmen, and together with Brunave, began to besiege the gnolls. Seeing that it was under siege, this powerful beast turned around and dashed through the wall of fire with all its strength to escape.
The noisy arena suddenly fell silent. What the onlookers saw a few seconds ago was the old clan leader going back and forth with the challenger. In the blink of an eye, the fireworks dissipated, and a pile of broken corpses of fishmen lay on the ground. The infamous Hogg escaped like a wild dog, the hair on his back and head still smoking.
Brunave held the head of the Baroque patriarch and raised it high to the audience: "Baroque has been ended!
"I, Borunaf, son of Borna, will become your new patriarch today!"
The whole place was silent.
Gradually, some orcs began to beat their chests and make low roars. The low roar was echoed by the other warriors. They called Brunave's name, gathering into a sound like the tide lapping at the shore.
"Brunaf, the winner of Uruhai!"
"Promoted to the first person!"
"Brunaf, dong dong dong!"
Galadia, who was watching, breathed a sigh of relief. She witnessed the phantom fake battle on the sidelines. Although she knew it was not real, she was also worried about the real battle inside.
Griffith watched as the victorious orc used his brain.
In this way, the Firestone Tribe will be controlled by the war chief Visario and become the forward base for the war, and Brunave will become the leader here. In the war that is coming and is bound to come, I have a middle-level leader in the orc army who can do things. Hey, why did Brunov wink at me?
The shirtless orc warrior winked at Griffith repeatedly, and then he announced loudly to the audience:
"My first decision is to announce to the entire clan that I will marry Aslante, the priest of the God of Shadows, and give birth to powerful warriors for our clan one after another!"
"..."
Griffith and the audience were stunned for a moment.
"oh--!"
"As expected of the leader of the clan, he was able to overthrow the priest of the God of Shadows!"
"As expected of Brunave, he easily accomplished something we couldn't even imagine!"
Amid thunderous cheers, Brunave announced his decision. The arena suddenly burst into flames.
The new patriarch then came to the shocked priestess, knelt down on one knee and looked at her sincerely.
Aslante was stunned. She did not expect such a hand. She stamped her feet shyly and anxiously, and growled at the orc: "Get up quickly, I am the priest of the God of Shadows. It is impossible! We just We’ve known each other for a few days!”
Griffith hurriedly ran towards the auditorium, jumped up and cut off a bouquet of flowers on the wall with his sword, and ran towards the direction of the orcs and the troll priest. Thousands of orcs were already making noise like thunder.
"Hey——!" Aslante couldn't get off the stage amidst the thunderous cheers.
Griffith began to pull at the small petals.
"Well, since you are like this, you brought it on yourself!" Aslante glared at the sincere orcs, raised her hands gracefully, signaling for the audience to be silent, "Warriors, I have accepted you. The request of the patriarch!”
Everyone immediately fell silent. Brunave hurriedly winked at Griffith. The latter throws petals and scatters them everywhere.
Aslante said to everyone among the falling petals: "We will hold a glorious ceremony. The patriarch will defeat me in the presence of the ancestors and warriors, get my body and soul, and let our fight please the ancestors." Spirit! Let the roar resound throughout the tribe!"
"Ula!" The warriors of the Firestone tribe and the warriors of other tribes were excited, thinking that this was an honorable and sacred ceremony.
"Hail to Patriarch Brunave, the bravest among braves!"
"I thought this was a good idea, so I want it too!"
Although Griffith felt something was wrong, he still scattered the petals persistently. Aslante looked at the stiff-faced Brunaph with a beautiful smile, and gently patted the ferocious-shaped staff in her hand:
"I'm looking forward to it, really!"
…
According to tradition, all the resources and armed forces of the Firestone Tribe have been placed under the control of Brunav. The orc kept his promise and personally led the wolf cavalry to escort Griffith and Galadia to the border near Arran the next day.
"Ahead is the territory of the elves. Oh, Miss Ranger has already contacted the tribe. We can only send you to this place." The bruised Brunave stretched out his hand and held it tightly with Griffith. " We’ll meet later, oh, hopefully.”
Griffith looked at the orc in front of him. After yesterday's competition ended, he went to compete with Aslante. Judging from his injuries, it looked like the process was quite intense.
It seems very exciting... I don't know if Galadia likes this. I can learn from some experience... Griffith thought while holding the orc's arm tightly:
"See you later, warrior. Goodbye, Miss Priest, best wishes to you."
"Aslante, I wish you happiness! Griffith and I will send you gifts later," Galadia took Griffith's arm and sent her blessings. This period of travel has already made her happy. He formed, um, a certain degree of friendship with Aslante, "If there is any shortage here, just tell me and I will find a way to deliver it to you. It will be very convenient."
"There is no shortage," the beautiful Shadow Priestess shook her head, "I will go back to the Temple of the Shadow God tomorrow. There is no shortage of anything there."
"..."
The air was very quiet for a moment.
"Three years, at most three years!" Brunov gritted his teeth, "I'm sure you will be impressed."
"Okay!" Aslante patted him on the shoulder, "I'm really looking forward to it. During the three years, you have to take measures to defend against fear and curse of shadow! If you don't understand anything, you can write a letter Give it to me. Well, write to me every week to report on your training progress."
Brunave sighed, took out the golden crown dropped by the Baroque patriarch from his pocket, wiped it and handed it to Griffith: "I'm giving it to you. Although the gem is lost, this thing actually has the ability to enhance illusions and mystery. It's probably a high-level sealed object from a certain path. But the negative effects are unpredictable, and I don't want to be its puppet. Knight, you should be able to purify this thing, right?"
"Oh -" Griffith stared at the small golden crown and couldn't help but responded, "Thank you, warrior, I will give it a try."
However, I doubt that the old patriarch is really controlled by this gadget. Griffith played with the little golden crown: "In the autumn, there might be a war between the Clan Alliance and Bayeran, right?"
"That's what I'm thinking," the orc nodded, "I guess I won't be able to catch up in autumn, but there will definitely be a battle in the near future."
The elves and trolls standing aside couldn't help but become nervous after hearing this. Galadia looked at them from side to side and said worriedly: "I hope you won't encounter each other on the battlefield."
"Why did we meet on the battlefield?" the orc asked, "Are you going to invade the Firestone Tribe?"
"No, I only said you invaded Odessa," Galadia patted Griffith on the arm, "Then Griffith will come to fight you."
"Invading Odessa? Not interested," the orc scratched his scalp and laughed naively, "I have thousands of people in my tribe to feed, so I have to carefully calculate the business of war."
"But your chief sent you here..."
"Ah, that old guy," Brunave waved his hand cheerfully, "a stray jackal doesn't listen to the Wolf King's orders."
…
After saying goodbye to the orcs and trolls, Griffith and Galadia walked south for a while. The melodious sound of horns sounded in the forest to the south of the meadow, and the elf knights wearing dark green armor came galloping like the wind.
Griffith immediately assumed a fighting stance, but Galadia gently pressed his shoulder to indicate that there was no problem. The knights quickly approached. A hundred meters away from the two of them, half of the knights spread out and galloped in a ring, while the rest sandwiched them in the middle.
The commander leading the team led two horses and came to Galadia with his head held high, and his scrutinizing eyes swept over Griffith. Then, he took out a delicate crystal and handed it to the girl:
"On the order of Ms. Aviana Silver, the representative of the goddess of silver moon and starlight in the world, and the chief citizen of the Arran Senate, I escort you to Arran."
The commander did not dismount when he announced the order, and his right hand never left the sword at his waist. After the two men mounted their horses, the whole team of knights galloped southward like the wind.
They walked through dense forests and valleys, and the closer they got to Yalan, the more they felt that there was a hidden sight watching them. The team passed through a gate in the valley, and Griffith found himself on a steep cliff. The mountain road, which can only accommodate two carriages in parallel, is extremely steep. On the right is a cliff and on the left is a bottomless abyss.
The roar of the waterfall echoes along the river valley, and delicate white spiers and bridges loom in the forest on the other side of the cliff.
There is Arran.
Griffith noticed that the territory of the Sylph elves was built on giant trees in the dense forest, standing on cliffs and waterfalls, blending in with the forest, birds and flowers, with almost no masonry or metal. The quiet and elegant temperament is almost integrated with nature, which is completely different from the glorious Canaan.
Riders from Sylph escorted them through the plank road hanging high over the valley. Griffith met many elves along the way. They were as quiet and comfortable as their Canaan cousins, but the color of their clothes was closer to the emerald green of the forest, and the ripples of their spiritual energy were slightly different.
