Black Dragon Code

"The weather is starting to get hot." The clan leader leaned on the mottled bone staff, looking at the endless sky, and said with a little sigh.

"Because the dry season is coming again."

Olkash stood behind the old leader, watching every move of the other orcs in the tribe, and seemed to be in a good mood: "The little man sent someone here a few days ago, and this time he asked for more than last year. Getting ready."

"As His Excellency Caesar said, it seems that they haven't found the formula for summer grass, and the fruits you picked have confused their sight."

Sifu turned his head: "Olkash, have the Baiser horn cattle been sent up today?"

"do not worry."

The orc behind him nodded without hesitation: "We have no shortage of food now, and half of the warriors are hunting for Lord Caesar."

"This guy is growing so fast, he's getting more and more edible."

Sifu smiled: "It seems that my decision-making in the past two years was quite wise."

"You are the greatest wise man of the Stone Crow clan for thousands of years."

Olkash complimented him from the bottom of his heart, and looked at the old patriarch with a slightly stooped back in front of him, feeling deeply moved.

From the beginning of his memory, he rarely saw Sifu smiling, almost never, the old patriarch always pursed his lips, reticent, and liked to lean on a bone stick in a daze, silently watched every orc grow up, and silently supported Shifu. The crow clan moved forward in a rough way.

However, the situation of the tribe this year is much better than usual. The life of the orcs has been greatly improved. Seeing that the days are getting more and more prosperous, and no newborns die of hunger, the smile on the old leader's face is slowly changing. Much slower.

The arrival of the black dragon is like a pool of running water, bringing life and hope.

First of all, Summer Grass has achieved great success in the northern countries. It is not only sought after by commoners, but also caters to the preferences of many nobles. The sales volume is amazing.

Although Roy, who was in charge of the sale, wanted to embezzle this huge sum of money, but limited by the God's oath, he could only pinch his nose and send 60% of the profits to the Stone Crow Clan.

When the orcs saw their first income and opened the box full of gold coins, the others didn't feel much, but the old leader Sif was taken aback.

This wizard was not like other orcs. When he was young, he was well-informed and had a lot of friends. Knowing the weight of such a sum of money in the human world and how much food he could get in exchange, he couldn't help but feel hot.

But this money does not belong to the Stone Crow Clan after all, it belongs to Caesar, and Sifu has no right to touch it.

He was very happy to know the attraction of treasures to dragons, sighed lightly, closed the box without saying anything, and let two orcs carry it to the black dragon on the top of the mountain.

However, what Caesar did next really caught the attention of these orcs: the black dragon bestowed this treasure on the Stonecrow clan.

A full year has passed, but Olkash still remembers what the black dragon said at that time——

The black dragon said: "The purpose of these gold coins is not to lie in my lair. Here they are as meaningless as stones. Only by spending them can the true value of wealth be revealed."

It is a pity that almost no one in the Stone Crow Clan can understand the true meaning of these words.

How can a gold coin be compared to a stone? Even the old wizard Sifu, who is called a wise man, doesn't understand why.

However, this does not prevent the tribe from worshiping the black dragon. According to Caesar's order, they used all the proceeds from the sale of summer grass to buy food from humans, and at the same time exchanged for armor and weapons suitable for orcs, and bought many of them. A tool that I didn't know how to use at first.

After possessing the resources, under the guidance of Lord Caesar, the orcs continued to expand their territory and scope of activities.

Today, the Stone Crow Clan is no longer the same. It has already spanned from the Stone Age to the Iron Age, and with sufficient resources, the soldiers have more time to complete training, temper their strength and combat skills,

Women can also open their stomachs and work hard to give birth without fear of not being able to support their newborns.

As long as the current virtuous cycle can be maintained, within ten years, the size and combat effectiveness of the Shiya clan will double several times, becoming a large tribe that truly has the right to speak in Nuo Damangye.

"How many people is Gal planning to take?"

Sifu, who had been silent for a while, spoke suddenly, squinting his eyes at the rising sun in the distance.

"Twenty is enough. We have walked this road countless times. We are very familiar with the flying apes in the Mostel Canyon, so there will be no problem."

Orcash said in a low voice that the orcs have changed a lot in the past year, and even the inarticulate commander Gal has become more talkative, and he is the same.

"Okay, then you take the rest of the people to hunt, and then inform the women to start preparations."

Sifu nodded, and said solemnly: "Tell the children, this year we will hold 'Mudala'."

"yes."

Olkash nodded and walked back subconsciously, but he was stunned in place before taking two steps, then quickly ran back two steps, and asked with wide eyes: "You said you want to hold the 'Mudala'?"

"Mudala" is the most important traditional festival of the year for the orc clan.

Before the ancient orc empire fell apart, every year Mudala was a carnival for orcs. No matter how strong or weak, high or low, they all toasted and drank together on that day, holding each other's arms Sing loudly.

Legend has it that on that day, the orc empire will invite elves to perform operas, dwarves to show tricks, and warriors to wrestle with each other and dance with wolves. It is said that at that time, even the ancient, distant and powerful southern empire on which the sun never sets will send envoys. congratulate.

But such a vision only survives in the story, and Olkash did not see Mudala with his own eyes, because the tribe could not hold this carnival at all before.

It is too barren. In the past, whenever the dry season came and Mudala was held in history, the orcs of the Stone Crow clan could only keep everything simple, take out the stored dry food, let the children have a full meal, and kneel in the cave Pray to the ancient ancestors to remember Mudala's presence.

Although he had heard the women talking about Mudala before, Olkash didn't take it seriously, but this time it was different. He actually heard the old patriarch tell him that Mudala will be held this year as a token of appreciation. celebrate.

"What you said is true?" Olkash was still not sure.

"Get ready."

The old leader responded with a smile: "If you are late, you will be too late."

"In time!"

Olkash clashed his fists together and became excited. He nodded excitedly, turned his head and ran quickly to the tribe: "I'll invite Lord Caesar first..."

The voice of the orc got farther and farther away.

Sifu looked at Orcas's back with a smile until his figure completely disappeared, then gradually closed his smile and opened his mouth to murmur: "Caesar...after I die, will you choose him?"