Chapter 1571: Lighting master preparation

The scene was dead.
The orcs of the Zhongfak tribe looked at the only broken clothes left on the scaffold, and their faces were hard to cover the shock and stunned.
The Light has proved the words of Irina, and Judyan betrayed the soul to the devil, and was completely removed by the Holy Light, and the battle was meaningless.
They may also want to thank Irina, if not her, then they will face a devil's rule, and no one knows whether the Fak tribe will become the next Erba tribe.
Now the Fak tribes have no heads, and where should they go next?
The chiefs and representatives of the tribes looked at this scene and looked different.
The devil controlled Judyan, proved to be real, and most likely led to the killing of the Oba tribe hundreds of years ago, will the same thing reappear in the Twilight Forest?
In this chaos, once again lost a ten-level powerhouse, and lost the chieftain's successor, the Fakk tribe, the strength has fallen a lot, only three are not powerful ten-level orcs, not in the top ten tribes Must be able to stand firm.
What happened tonight will have a great impact on the pattern of the Twilight Forest.
"Hey! The black fog has been cleared and the roots of the black fog have been completely isolated!"

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In the mind of McGonagall, the cheerful voice of the system sounded, the brows were slightly picked, and they came out of the crowd again. They returned to Amy and smiled. "It seems that we don't need to retreat."
"Brother..." Connie looked at the only broken clothes left, biting her lips, trying to restrain her emotions and tears falling.
The petite figure is extremely lonely and fragile in the crowd.
The people looked at her with some pity, and the survivor of this rebellion was probably the most unfortunate one.
"The monarchs are dead, and the devil who plans to do all this has become a veteran. Now the only one who is qualified to inherit the position of the chief of the Fak tribe, then only your little princess is left." Irina Her eyes fell on Connie's body, and a gentle light fell on her.
The beasts of the Fak tribe looked at Connie standing in the light beam, and the eyes gradually lit up.
"Connie Connie is the chief's favorite princess! It is now his only son, who will inherit the position of the chieftain, and the name is justifiable!" Deward came out of the crowd and shouted at the wizard.
"I also agree! Princess Connie is a kind and brave person who has debunked the devil's lies and scams. She will be able to lead us to the difficult situation of the Fak tribe!" Another old man came out and shouted loudly. Road.
All the orcs are nodding, and Connie’s actions today have made all the orcs greatly change the impression of the simple princess like a white rabbit. This experience is undoubtedly a experience for her. It may not be able to lead the Fakk tribes back to strength.
"Please ask Princess Connie to come to the stage to seal the chieftain!"
"Please ask Princess Connie to come on stage!"
The crowd let open the road to the high platform, watching Connie scream.
"I..." Connie listened to the cry of the voice, her face showing a few fears and stunned eyes, the eyes subconsciously swam in the crowd, and finally fell to McGonagall.
"Go, guard your father's solemn guardianship for a lifetime," McGonagall said loudly.
"Guardian..." Connie's gaze was like grabbing something at once, looking at the pair of eyes full of trust, and loomingly seemed to see the solemn man, and the loving old lady, sucked deeply. Take a breath and walk towards the high platform.
Connie stepped onto the high platform and looked at everyone. The voice was a little low. "I am Connie. I may not be qualified to stand here. I don't have enough ability to become the chief of the Fak tribe, but what I want to say is... ... I hope that I can continue to guard this land and protect this tribe for my father."
The orcs looked at Connie and silently wiped their tears.
If nothing happened, they were a stable tribe.
"It's you, ugly duckling." McGonagall ripped off the black cloth on the ugly duckling and patted it on his butt. "A single grilled fish."
"Hey!" The ugly duckling's eyes lit up and jumped from Amy's arms to the ground. He walked through the crowd like an orange lightning and rushed toward the high platform.
"The lighting engineer is in place!"
"The suspension master is ready!"
McGonagall said softly.
"Hey!"
Just when the people were unable to extricate themselves in sorrow and pain, a loud and crisp voice suddenly remembered, an orange figure suddenly slammed into the high platform and hovered in front of Connie.
It was an orange cat, but with a pair of translucent white wings on its back, it allowed it to hover in front of Connie.
Its body emits a holy light, just like the gods.
"The gambling beast god!"
"Really is the singer of the beast!"
The beasts of the Zhongfake tribe looked at the orange cat that could only fly. After the smashing, the face suddenly showed ecstasy, and the plop was slammed into the ground, and many of them began to gimmick directly.
"This... is it really a meta-beast?" The other tribe's orcs looked at the orange cat that was hanging up, and the orc of the Fak tribe, who had smashed the ground, hesitated, and bowed his head to show respect. .
Each tribe has its own beasts, but only a few times in the history of the beasts.
No one could have imagined that the Fakker tribe had been ravaged by this, and it even ushered in the manifestation of the sacred beast.
"Ugly..." Connie looked at the orange cat floating in front of her, and after she licked it, she blurted out.
"Meow"
But without waiting for her words, the ugly duckling had stretched out a paw and grabbed her mouth, while pressing the other paw on top of her head, the light seemed to be brighter at this moment, as if It is carrying on some kind of inheritance.
Everyone is watching this mysterious scene, their eyes are gradually getting bigger, they may be witnessing an important scene.
About ten seconds later, the ugly duckling retracted the fat paws on Connie's head, and Connie's head had a golden crown.
"Hey."
The ugly duckling called again and disappeared out of thin air.
All the light dissipated, leaving only the golden crown on the top of Connie's head.
"The fascinating beast chose the Princess Connie!"
"The Beast God also recognizes Connie Princess to lead the Fakk tribe!"
"Connie Chief! Connie Chief!!"
The orcs got up and watched Connie start cheering!