Blood tax

Chapter 269 Come on, Aslante, you can definitely do it
"We can find some mushrooms," the orc warrior pulled out two pieces of red mushrooms from the soil and smelled them, "these are not good, the light green ones are good when roasted. They will sprout humus at dusk and before midnight, thousands of Don't miss it."

He looked burly and majestic, but his hands were very dexterous for picking up dirt and tree roots.Griffith had seen Orc warriors in the East. They were masters with axes, spears, and warhammers, but delicate work could only be entrusted to a few educated half-orcs and trolls.

Griffith responded, and searched in the forest side by side with Brunave.

I actually searched for mushrooms with dangerous and fierce orcs. I have told Erza and Lana about this kind of thing, and they must laugh at me for dreaming.However, with so many strange things happening in the past few days, this is not so amazing now.

Griffith pulled out a mushroom and threw it into the bag, and carefully looked at the blood warrior who was digging the roots.

Orcs are stubborn and brave guys. Even if they are lucky enough to capture a prisoner, no matter how much they torture them, they will not reveal any information.It's unimaginable to be in the same camp as we are now.

Having said that, Galadia and I have embarked on the third most dangerous path, forced to pass through the corrupted forest, and then we may need to pass through the territory of the orcs.If I encounter danger again, well, I will also use the Extraordinary characteristics of Sequence 6, summon a wave of troops, break through and kill a bunch of hateful orcs at the same time, hey, I am a little excited just thinking about it...

However, if the situation is not very dangerous, and Borunav and the troll are willing to live in peace, then this...

Such an opportunity is rare!
"Warrior, why did you take this route?" Griffith asked carefully, trying not to arouse the other party's vigilance, "You don't want to go to Yalan, do you?"

"I'm not going to Yalan. My destination is the Flint Tribe, which is just a day or two to the northwest of here."

"Huh? Then why don't you go directly from your territory and go around such a big circle?"

"The border is closed," Borunaf shook his head. "Clans are not allowed to travel casually, especially for a warrior like me. If you go to other clans, you must obtain the other's approval in advance."

Unexpectedly, the orcs were so divided inside, just like the state of Bayeran and Verona.Griffith became very curious: "So you just go around the corrupt forest?"

"That's right, what the Flint tribe can guard is only the intersection with other tribes and elves. There are no guards in most areas. As long as I sneak in, I can reach it smoothly."

"Well, that's really clever," Griffith nodded with interest, "but what are you going to the Firestone Tribe for?"

"I'm going to be the patriarch."

"..."

Seeing the surprise on the prospective knight's face, Borunav smiled triumphantly: "The patriarch of the Firestone tribe is an old stubborn who has occupied the seat for a long time and refused to give up. Our chief asked me to participate in the Uluhai competition and took the bird seat. .”

Warchief Vesario sends his blood warriors to other tribes to seize control.This information got Griffith thinking.

Brunaf's strength and combat skills are not weak, but he doesn't seem to be very strong, and he is not yet a superhuman.How could such a warrior seize the leadership of a tribe?

Brunaf must have some kind of hole card and reliance to adjust the patriarch's position.If so, did Chief Vesario also send warriors in other directions to strengthen the grassroots control of the northern orc clan alliance?

Compared with Bayeran's slow infiltration of Verona like dripping water through a rock, the orc's gesture of attacking clan members seems to be a menacing fire of invasion.Such a strategy will inevitably arouse the resistance of various tribes, and the clan alliance will fall into chaos.This move is too risky.

However, such drastic changes have just occurred in Canaan, and even the internal strife in the clan alliance has no intention of interfering.Without the support of the elves, Byelan's three legions were pinned down in Verona, and they couldn't make a move in a short time...

Griffith's expression moved slightly.A thought popped up - the incident in Canaan was prepared by many forces long ago, and they were just waiting for the chaos to bring about an opportunity to take action. Chief Borunaf had probably been waiting for such an opportunity.

Is it prophecy or divination?This is too accurate, right?Is Ms. Iluvash, the goddess of prophecy and destiny, so powerful over time?No, I don't believe it.Even if he can make accurate predictions, it is impossible for the other six righteous gods, evil gods and demigods other than the righteous gods to make such accurate judgments, right?

Griffith realized that there was likely to be some kind of clue, not so cryptic enough to be used by some forces who knew the secrets of Canaan.

……

It was getting darker and darker, and in the silence there was the faint, never-ending, phantom dripping of water, as if sanity was passing by, or some poor prisoner had his blood drained from his wrists.

This indistinct sound made Griffith dizzy for a while, and the symptoms of loss of sanity that he had experienced in the Whispering Forest reappeared.

The current situation can also be tolerated for the time being.Griffith and the orc gathered a bunch of mushrooms and cooked them over a fire.

These green mushrooms even have a slight aroma when roasted.Everyone eats a few pieces, and the flustered hunger starts to subside.With a little food at the bottom, everyone's mood was lifted, and Miss Troll began to ask the orcs about their specific plans.

Borunaf introduced: "After I arrive at the Flint tribe, I will participate in the Uruhai competition. Three people are required to participate. My two teammates will take another path to meet. After six rounds of fighting, the leader of the Flint tribe must come down to meet us." Challenge. I don't care about the battle, but it is inevitable that there will be some injuries, please ask the priestess to help treat it."

Clan alliances have many brutal battle rituals.Nazak, which Griffith experienced in Belomon, is one of them. The Uruhai mentioned by Borunaf seems to be a more complete competitive game.He didn't know much, just quietly listening to the orc's explanation.

Brunaf went on to say: "The patriarch of the Flint tribe is named Baroque, and his rule has been going on for many years.

"Now that he is very old, everyone thinks that he should abdicate as soon as possible, so as not to cause civil unrest and chaos in the event of his sudden death.

"This old bastard is unwilling. He occupies the position of the patriarch and kills all challengers in the Uluhai Arena. It's fine if he is strong enough, but the shamans suspect that he cheated and used evil magic to strengthen himself to defeat a real warrior. And he doesn't listen to the warchief, he's a bastard."

Brunave's narration was clear and accurate, and then he sighed without thinking:
"Hey, as long as he has a daughter, it won't be like this."

How did you get involved with your daughter?Griffith, who was concentrating on collecting intelligence, didn't turn the corner for a while.

"What he means is that if Baroque has a daughter, he can find a powerful warrior as his son-in-law without causing disputes, and the clans of the tribe can't use the instability of the future transfer of power as a reason to seek interference." Priest The lady explained to Griffith and Galadia who didn't understand, then turned her head and gave the orc who was immersed in fantasy coldly.

"You seem to be expecting him to have a daughter."

"Hey," Brunaph smiled silly first, then shook his head suddenly, "Impossible, it's nothing, don't talk nonsense!"

Everyone was chatting, and night fell.In the bright moonlight, the scene is very clear.

"It turned out to be a full moon today." Galadia moved vigilantly towards Griffith, holding his hand tightly.

Everyone looked up, and saw that the silvery full moon was gradually being dyed green, hanging high in the sky, casting a faint evil light, which made people feel thrilled.

There was no smell of living things around.Those furtive ravings seemed to hide in the depths of darkness.

The troll priest looked at the forest for a while, and said solemnly: "Today's moon is a green moon, and corruption and mutation will be particularly crazy and powerful! Be careful."

"Hush, I seem to have heard something." Galadia stood up, grabbed her longbow and swept through the darkness vigilantly.

There was a rumbling roar from the ground, and heavy footsteps were approaching here.Everyone jumped to their feet, arms back to back on alert.

In the glade illuminated by the green light, a huge shadow appeared.

Its appearance is accompanied by the distant and strange sound of the flute, which makes people feel nervous and uneasy from the bottom of their hearts.It seems that as long as they are within a certain range nearby, creatures will keep losing their sanity.

Its torso is extremely thick, like a moving stake, and its head is as wide and thick as an umbrella.Griffith rubbed his eyes, looked carefully, and saw a huge mushroom striding forward in the dark.

Its body is huge, its texture is as clear as muscles, and it even shows explosive power.

In such a dangerous and dark world, giant mushrooms look funny.As the distance approached, its speed and momentum increased sharply, and finally it came down like a mountain with the force of thunder.

"Expand the formation and retreat from a distance! The orcs and I exchanged contact with the enemy, control..." Just as Griffith gave the order, Borunaf cheered, brandishing a steel ax and leaping towards the mushroom.

"Ancestor, this monster is worth fighting!"

Mushroom's figure was slightly shorter, and it was ejected like an athlete's starting.It swung its fist and delivered an earth-shattering full blow.

The wind of the fist kicked up sand and rocks, which changed the face of the situation.The orc flew out like a baseball.The huge mushroom immediately rushed towards Griffith.

"Troll, quickly heal the orc!" Galadia shot an arrow surrounded by silver light, and then quickly gave instructions, "Griffith, shoot with all your strength, this monster will damage our sanity!"

The four of them dispersed immediately.Griffith drew Hanguang and fought with the support of elf arrows.

Brunave's arm was broken by this blow, and he vomited blood all over the ground. He could only retreat to a distance with the help of the troll and treat him as soon as possible.

"Come on, Aslante, you can definitely do it," the shadow priest lady told the orc to lie down, and encouraged very gently, "This is just a small healing technique."

"Okay, my lord priest," Brunaf nodded vigorously, "but my name is not Aslante."

Miss Troll nodded: "I know, my name is Aslante."

She took a deep breath, moved her arms, clenched her fists, and her knuckles crackled: "Okay, isn't it just the opposite of life suction~"

(End of this chapter)