Chapter 39: Mutala

Mudala started from dusk and continued into the night.
The orcs invited the real dragon on the top of the mountain, and the old wizard closed the area of ​​the crow clan with a magical item, making it invisible to outsiders and allowing the huge black dragon to participate smoothly.
The puppet women weaved a palace with straw ropes, and asked Caesar to walk beside the old leader, above the orcs of the Crow tribe.
This is the second time that Caesar has seen so many orcs get together after the last time Orkash was cursed by the Fire Demon. Many children who rarely appear also run out, not afraid of him, staring curiously at the black dragon , Playful with each other.
The orcs follow the ancient tradition. Both men and women are red-chambered, wearing painted leather shorts, and adorned with ribbons that symbolize the crow's emblem.
Then they roasted beef with honey and pepper, drank liquor from the northern countries, and laughed at each other across the campfire.
Usually these guys save a lot, but today they are completely different. This is Mudala, the most important festival for the orcs in a year.
The food was served in front of the plate. Fortunately, these guys remembered the black dragon when they were enjoying themselves. They knew that Caesar had a big appetite, so he was also a bit jealous. He sent the whole roasted lamb full of aroma to him. Large plates of black sausage, pigeon pancakes, various fruits and barley venison soup.
"King Zhenlong!" This is the first glass of wine raised by the orcs.
They knew very well that if there was no Caesar, the Crow Clan might still be in the poverty embarrassment, unable to host a real Mudala, and could not afford these ingredients.
The orcs are grateful and respectful for the black dragon.
"Respect the Crow Clan."
The cup that Caesar lifted politely, the stone cup in his hand is unknown how many times larger than the ordinary wine glass. At this time, he suddenly missed the human body.
You should know that when he first sat down, his huge body caused him a lot of annoyance. He made a series of jokes, such as sitting on the paved stone pagoda with his buttocks, turning his entire table over with his tail, and crushing the platter with his claws. and many more. Luna felt so embarrassed that she stayed on his back and did not dare to look up in the thorns.
Uh ...
When the booze is over, the women beat the rumbling tambourine and dance for the soldiers. At this time, the real highlight of Mudala is not begun.
The men rubbed their chests with animal fat from the oil pits, and all of them prepared for it, eager to show their skills in full view.
In the ancient orc empire, after drinking and drinking, the orcs will enter the arena, compete with each other for the name of the first warrior.
Although the former supreme empire has long since fallen apart, this link is inevitable. The soldiers all stood up with a smile and started to walk towards the field.
This is not a real life-and-death struggle, so the use of blood power is absolutely forbidden, and spells are not allowed to be used. In Mudala Wrestling, they must rely solely on physical melee.
The first orc quickly entered the field, and someone was immediately confronted. The two soldiers immediately launched a powerful, bare-handed fight, jumping around each other and attacking each other.
The rest of the orcs formed a circle, and no one intervened, all eyes widened, shouting the names of the soldiers in the field, the scene was warm and bloody.
"They have a long way to go."
Seef was watching the fight off the field, as if he had said it unintentionally. He raised the glass again and thanked the black dragon beside him: "The most reliable friend of the Crow Crow."
Caesar bowed politely while raising a glass.
He respected the old wizard from the heart. When he asked the old orc to teach the principle of magic, he promised not to grind at all, and taught what he knew and learned, without any intention to falsify or deliberately mislead.
As time went on and became more familiar with Elladia, Caesar became more aware of the value of knowledge in other worlds.
Of course, there is also a personal reason for this. The old wizard could not have taught the magic knowledge to the tribe at random. The priority must be the same tribe, but because the orcs were born with blunt qualifications, even so far, there has been no second place. There are orcs who have the talent to become casters.
Sifu is very old and has to consider for the future. He didn't wait long, and only granted Caesar what he knew, and prayed that he would pass the wizards of the Crow clan all the way through. .
But what he didn't know was that Caesar also lived up to his expectations.
The blood in this guy's body is not as full of elemental magic as other true dragons. Although he keeps in mind the valuable knowledge handed over by Sifu, in practice, it is difficult to complete even the most basic tricks. It is difficult to become a caster. More difficult.
Sometimes Caesar thinks, is he the waste wood of dragons?
Doing the tricks, fucking.
"Gal! Gal! Gal!"
At this moment, cheers rang out in the gladiatorial field, interrupted Caesar's thoughts, and attracted him and Sifu's attention to the grass weaving palace.
Galben is a big warrior. Even if he does not use his blood power, he is physically stronger than other orcs. Besides, he is very hard-working, and he is constantly honing his fighting skills.
At this time, he had already defeated five orcs in a row, still without panting, and hit the popular player Ol'Kash back again and again, and finally kicked to the ground, and won the sixth victory.
"Gal! Gal ..."
The Orcs shouted excitedly, shouting his name. The orc, nearly two meters tall, looked around and found that the victory had been set, and no one among the hundred soldiers came forward to challenge him.
However, the great commander also swelled willfully in Mudala. He was still dissatisfied and turned his attention to the seats of Siff and Caesar.
The Orcs followed his gaze and stunned for a while, and suddenly a voice called: "Fight him! Sfor! Fight him!"
Cheers quickly continued into pieces.
"Fight him! Sfor! Fight him!"
Caesar:? ? ?
Just as he hesitated, he saw that Siff had already stood up, his body was straight in the sound of the "click" bones, and he took off the old robe that was always covering his body, exposing the same knotted muscles. And start to move forward.
"Mudala is a carnival for the orcs. According to legend, when the orc empire held Mudala, even as an emperor, it was necessary to follow the tradition and to be challenged when challenged."
Luna crouched on the table in front of him, holding a pancake bigger than herself, pouting like a squirrel, and explaining to Caesar: "But even if it fails, it will not affect the status of the orc emperor That's it ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Caesar looks away again.
Some surprises are that, in the gladiator arena, the big warrior Gal has temporarily weakened, and the old leader ’s experience is far beyond the reach of these young orcs. Moreover, Suff ’s strength is not weak. The nose and face were swollen and backed up.
Caesar looked at the scene for a short while, and the difference between imagination and reality made him feel a toothache. This is the kind of caster who ca n’t play close combat, even more powerful than a big soldier.
However, due to age and physical factors, the powerful old patriarch couldn't support him at the back. He stopped panting and had to admit defeat and quit the arena.
Cheers rang again.
"Gall, this little cub."
Woods returned to the seat with a smile, shook off the dust from his robe, and put it on his body again: "I almost pulled my teeth out."
"It's you who pulled his teeth." Luna buried her head in pancakes, but she couldn't help but vomit.
Caesar also wanted to continue, but found that Siff smiled heavily, raised his chin to him, and signaled him to look down.
All the drumming, shouting, and feasting came to an abrupt end, Caesar turned his head and looked down, but saw the orcs all staring at him, waiting for Zhenlong to end.
"Am I going too?" He asked Siff.
The old leader replied with a smile: "As a true dragon, of course you have the right to refuse, this is just an orc tradition."
"Oh, I really treat you like myself."
Lu Lu muttered softly.
Caesar thought about it and chose to join. He is not as deeply rooted in the pride of dragons. He is completely different from the five-colored dragons and is willing to get along with the orcs without prejudice.
This is also the true reason for the crow clan to respect Caesar.