Chapter 442 The King on the Grassland
The appearance of porcelain caused a sensation at the banquet.
Chief Asoye generously passed the bottle around for everyone to watch, but he was not allowed to take the bottle out of the box to avoid breaking it.
After his son Gunther took the porcelain vase, he carefully groped it with his hands for a long time. After passing it to others, his eyes flickered at Stanford.
"So, you are planning to cross the Rocky Mountains. Oh, I have to say, warriors of mankind, this is a bold and even somewhat stupid decision."
Chief Asoye held a drink and chatted with Captain Stanford.
“Yes, I am also an adventurer after all. The urge to explore the unknown always flows in my blood, no matter whether the unknown is dangerous or not.”
“Cheers to your courage!”
The orc chief drank another large bowl of wine and wiped his mouth casually with his arm.
"In this case, you'd better wait for the dwarfs in the mountains to come out and make contact with them. Maybe those stubborn guys can take you there."
"Thank you for the reminder. I've been thinking about doing this too."
On the way here, Stanford also planned to make preliminary contacts with the dwarves to see if he could get help from them.
If the other party is easy to talk to, that would be great. If the other party is not easy to talk to, then you can only sneak into the Rocky Mountains quietly and "smuggle".
Soon, the highlight of the banquet began. Eugene, the leader of the caravan, loudly announced the goods they had brought this time.
Salt, cloth, tea, and various iron pots and pans are all things that a tribe like Blood Niu, who lives deep in the forest, lacks.
Every time Old Eugene finished reading one item, he made the tribal leaders present smile with joy.
Then they would discuss or even argue loudly, or they would be busy fighting for quotas for goods for their family, or bargaining with caravan members.
Most of what the Blood Cow Tribe uses for payment is animal skins, medicinal materials or livestock, as well as a small amount of metal coins circulated from humans.
The banquet started in the evening and lasted until about 9 pm. The guests gradually dispersed, and Stanford also helped Matthew, who was a little dizzy, back to his residence.
……
It was late at night, and the chief's longhouse was still filled with light.
The fire pit in the center of the room was burning with blazing flames, releasing heat into the empty room and reflecting the two tall orc figures on the wooden walls decorated with various animal furs and skulls.
Asoye, the chief of the Blood Bull Tribe, is holding the porcelain bottle he received at the banquet. The smooth walls of the bottle are shining with dazzling light.
“What a beautiful thing!”
Asouye sighed sincerely again.
"My old man!" Eugene, the leader of the caravan sitting opposite him, snorted, "Is your heart now at the age of being obsessed with toys?"
"Oh, Eugene, you are so It's a bit harsh to say that, shouldn't beautiful things be appreciated more?" Asouye retorted to his old friend, and then said in an emotional tone: "Humans are such an incredible race! Wisdom, greedy and aggressive, only they can invent such beautiful... beautiful porcelain."
"Humph!" Eugene said with some disdain. Perhaps in terms of brains, humans are better than us orcs, but in terms of bravery, ten humans are no match for one orc."
Asouye said helplessly: "If you mean fighting with bare hands, then. This is indeed the case, but what if humans put on armor, mount war horses, and pick up spears and swords? ”
Eugene retorted: "That was before. Now, we have also learned to smelt iron, we have also learned to make stirrups, and the orc warriors can also wear armor and hold swords."
Asouye also learned He continued to debate with his old friend, but Eugene interrupted him with a wave of his hand.
"Okay, my old man. Stop beating around the bush with me. Chief Abal didn't send me here to discuss racial characteristics with you. Let's be honest, how are you thinking about it? What? Is it time to show your loyalty to the chief?”
Asouye narrowed his eyes: “Are you insisting on forcing me to make a choice?”
Eugene shook his head: “This is not forcing you. , but to follow the general trend. The orcs have been scattered for too long, like sand scattered on the ground. There needs to be a king to rule all the people on the grassland again. "
"But this is deep in the forest."
"As long as you admit that you are an orc, you will always be a child of the prairie."
Asouye stared at Eugene: " Old man Eugene, we orcs have the traditions of orcs, these traditions have even been deeply embedded in our nature, and we have lived happily like this for many years."
He hesitated for a moment and said: " But I have heard a lot about the deeds of Chief Abar. It is said that he has raised some human favorites, invented some official titles after the human kingdom, and is still tinkering with the orc writing and what etiquette rules he wants to implement. "
< br>"I heard that tribes loyal to him can no longer move freely. I heard that disputes between tribes must be adjudicated by him. I also heard that each tribe must give him the strongest member of his tribe every year. warriors to form an army loyal to him.”
"I don't understand, are these still orcs? Where has our freedom gone? Why should there be more rules and regulations to restrict us? What I don't understand even more is that what you just said revealed a very rude attitude towards humans. But you are so loyal to such a chief who strives to imitate humans."
Eugene hesitated for a moment and retorted: "I don't like humans, but that won't prevent me from learning their strengths? Don’t I also admire those human warriors who come across the sea?”
“What are the strengths that Abar imitates?”
“Yes! You only see freedom, but you don’t see how many tribes fall into bloody battles for pasture and water every year. A large number of outstanding warriors die because of meaningless battles. How sad it is to see the hatred caused by these battles! Passed down from generation to generation, we orcs are always in disarray!"
Eugene stretched out his hand and only grasped it in front of the bright flames.
"So, we must use rules and regulations to restrain our tribesmen, and the establishment of rules and regulations cannot be done without an authority. Under the control of this authority, and within the constraints of rules and regulations, each tribe can reasonably allocate pasture. Only in this way can we avoid meaningless disputes and vendettas and unite to face the common enemy!"
He said in an unquestionable tone: "And this authority must be Abal! Chief!"
Asouye asked: "Why must it be Abal?" But he did not refute what Eugene said before.
Eugene stood up and said with a hint of fanaticism on his face: "Because he is the blood of ancient heroes! The Zarg clan once led the sons of the grassland to resist the invasion of the Gubera people! Thousands of years later, Today, the descendants of this bloodline will continue to lead the sons of the grassland to conquer.”
Asouye asked doubtfully: “Conquer?”
"Conquer!"
Eugene nodded heavily!
(End of this chapter)