Black Dragon Code

Mudala starts at dusk and continues into the night.

The orcs invited the True Dragon on the top of the mountain. The old wizard used a magic item to close the territory of Stone Crow Clan, making the Outsider invisible and allowing the huge Black Dragon to participate smoothly.

The women woven a palace with straw ropes, and asked Caesar to walk in beside the old leader of the upper seat, above the orcs of the Stone Crow tribe.

Following the last time Orkhash was cursed by the Balrog, this is the second time Caesar has seen so many orcs gathered together. Many children who usually rarely appear also ran out, not afraid of him at all, curiously Staring at the Black Dragon, playing with each other.

The orcs follow the ancient tradition. Both men and women are naked, wearing painted leather shorts, with a ribbon symbolizing the emblem of Stone Crow Clan, and singing loudly.

They ate roast beef with honey and pepper, booze the spirits from the northern countries, and laughed at each other across the campfire.

Usually these guys save a lot, but today is completely different. This is Mudala, the most important festival of the year for the orcs.

The food is brought to my eyes. Fortunately, these guys are still thinking about Black Dragon when they are having fun. They know that Caesar has a big appetite, so they are a little scrupulous. They will send the whole roasted lamb that is full of aroma. In front of him, there are also large plates of black sausages, pigeon pancakes, various fruits and barley and venison soup.

"Respect True Dragon!" This was the first glass of wine the orcs raised.

They knew very well in their hearts that without Caesar, Stone Crow Clan might still be in poverty, unable to host a real Mudala, and could not afford these ingredients.

For Black Dragon, the orcs express their gratitude and respect from the heart.

"Stone Crow Clan also."

Caesar politely raised the glass, the stone glass in his hand is not known how much larger than the ordinary wine glass, this time, he Suddenly I missed the human body.

Know that when he first sat down, his huge body caused him a lot of troubles. A series of jokes were made, such as sitting on a paved stone and lifting the entire table with his tail. Turn, claws crush the platter, etc. Luna, who was so irritated to stay on his back, felt embarrassed, hiding in the thorns and dared not look up.

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When the booze is over, the women beat their tambourines to cheer up the warriors by dancing. At this time, Mudala's real highlight has begun.

The men used the animal fat in the oil pit to shine their chests, all gearing up to prepare, eager to show off their skills in full view.

In the ancient orc empire, after the orcs were full of food and drink, the orcs would enter the arena and compete with each other for the title of the first warrior.

Although the former supreme empire has long been torn apart, this link is inevitable. All the soldiers stood up with a smile and started to move towards the field.

This is not a real life-and-death struggle, so the use of bloodline power is absolutely forbidden, and spell is not allowed. In Mudala, they must rely purely on physical combat.

The first orc entered the arena very quickly, and someone immediately faced him. The two fighters then started a powerful bare-handed fight, jumping around in circles and attacking each other.

The rest of the orcs formed a circle, no one intervened, all of them stared wide-eyed, shouting the names of the soldiers in the field, the scene was enthusiastic, and the bloodline was open.

"They have a long way to go."

Sif watched the fight off the court and said as if accidentally, he raised the cup again and thanked the side Black Dragon: "Respect Stone Crow Clan's most reliable friend."

Caesar nodded politely while raising his glass.

He respected the old wizard from the bottom of his heart. When he asked the old orc to teach the principle of spell, Sif did not dare at all after he agreed, and he gave everything he knew and learned, without any falsification. And deliberately misleading meaning.

As time goes by, I become more familiar with Aradia, and Caesar knows how precious foreign world knowledge is.

Of course, there are also personal reasons for Sif. The impossible old wizard will teach spell knowledge to the tribe at will. The priority must be the same race, but because the orcs are born with aptitude and dullness, even so far, There is no second orc who has the innate talent as the caster.

Sif is very old and has to think about the future. He didn’t have to wait for a long time. He could only give Caesar what he knew first, and pray that he could pass him and put Stone Crow Clan in The sorcerer inheritance all the way down.

It's just that, what he didn't know was that Caesar also lived up to his expectations.

The blood of this guy within the body is not full of elemental magic like other True Dragons at all. Although he keeps the precious knowledge given by Sif in his heart, he even has the most basic tricks in practice. It's hard to complete, and it's even harder to become a spellcaster.

Sometimes Caesar would think, is he the waste of ten-thousand does not have one among dragons?

It's clichéd, fucking.

"Gal! Gal! Gal!"

At this moment, unanimous cheers broke out in the arena, interrupting Caesar’s thoughts and drawing the attention of him and Sif Below the straw palace.

Gal is already a great warrior, even if he does not use bloodline power, his physical fitness is better than other orcs, not to mention he is quite hard, and he is not only tempering his combat skills at all times. Called the crown of Stone Crow Clan.

At this time, he had beaten five orcs in a row, still not breathing, and beat the popular player Orkhash back again and again, finally kicked to the ground, and won the sixth victory.

"Gal! Gal..."

The orcs shouted in excitement, calling out his name. The orc who was nearly two meters tall looked around all around and found that the victory was set. , No one among the hundred soldiers came forward to challenge.

However, this Great Commander also swelled up willfully in Mudala. He was still dissatisfied and turned his eyes to the seats of Sif and Caesar.

The orcs followed his gaze, startled for a while, suddenly a voice called: "Fight him! Sif! Fight him!"

The cheers continued quickly. Into pieces.

"Fight him! Sif! Fight him!"

Caesar:? ? ?

While he was hesitating, he saw that Sif had stood up, his rickety body stood upright in the sound of the “ka ka” skeleton, and he took off the old robe that was always draped on his body, revealing The same developed muscles began to move forward.

"Mudala is the carnival of the orcs. It is said that when Mudala was held in the orc empire before, even as the emperor of the orcs, he had to follow the tradition and had to face the battle when challenged."

On the table in front of him, holding a pancake bigger than himself, nibbling like a squirrel, he explained to Caesar: "However, even if you lose, it will not affect the status of the emperor Human Sovereign. ."

Caesar looked away again.

Somewhat unexpectedly, in the arena, the great warrior Gal was temporarily weakened. The old leader’s experience is far beyond the reach of these young orcs. Moreover, Sif’s power is not weak. To the flesh, Gal bloody nose and swollen face back again and again.

Caesar watched this scene for a while, and the difference between imagination and reality made him feel toothache. This is what kind of spellcaster he is, and he can’t slip away even in close hand-to-hand combat. It’s better than a big warrior. Be tough.

However, due to factors such as age and physical strength, the powerful Old Patriarch could not support it until the back. Gasping for breath stopped and had to admit defeat and quit the arena.

The cheers rang out again.

"Gal bastard."

Sif smiled and returned to his seat, shaking off the dust from his robe, and putting it on again: "I almost got my tooth pulled."

"You pulled his tooth out, right." Luna buried her head in the pancake, but she couldn't help but complain.

Caesar also wanted to pick up the stubble, but found Sif smiled heavily, raised his chin at him, and motioned him to look down.

All the drums, shouts, and banquets came to an abrupt end. Caesar turned his head and looked down, only to see that all the orcs were looking at him, waiting for True Dragon to end.

"Am I going too?" he asked Sif.

The old leader replied with a smile: "As True Dragon, you certainly have the right to refuse. This is just the tradition of the orcs."

"Hey, really treat you as your own person. Now."

Luna murmured.

Caesar thought for a while, and chose to join him. He doesn't have the deep-rooted pride of dragons. He is completely different from the five-color dragons and metal dragons. He is willing to get along with the orcs without prejudice.

This is also the real reason Stone Crow Clan respects Caesar.