Blood tax

Chapter 277 Journey to Yalan
The Baroque patriarch fell.

The golden crown on his head rolled down, as if looking for a new host, it rolled towards Brunaf's feet.Immediately, the phantom barrier surrounding the arena began to crack, falling into the fire and converging into a skyrocketing fire.Although the mighty Hogg is still at war with Aslante and the lava giant, the chain of defeat will come soon.

Griffith also slaughtered all the murlocs, and started besieging the gnolls together with Borunaf.Seeing that it was under siege, this powerful beast turned around and rushed through the wall of fire to escape.

The noisy arena suddenly fell silent.What the onlookers saw a few seconds ago was that the old patriarch was dealing with the challenger. In a blink of an eye, the fireworks cleared, and a pile of murloc corpses lay on the ground.The notorious Hogg escaped like a wild dog, the fur on his back and head still smoking.

Borunaf held the head of the Baroque patriarch and raised it high to the audience: "Baroque has been terminated!
"I, Brunaf, the son of Borna, will become your new patriarch today!"

The whole place was silent.

Gradually, some orcs began to thump their chests, making deep roars.The low roar was echoed by other warriors.They called out the name of Brunave, converging into a sound like the tide lapping on the shore.

"Brunaf, the winner of Uluhai!"

"Upgrade to No.1!"

"Brunave, boom boom!"

Galadia, who was on the sidelines, breathed a sigh of relief.She witnessed the false battle of the phantom on the sidelines. Although she knew it was not true, she was also worried about the real battle inside.

Griffith watched the victorious orcs brainstorm.

In this way, the Flint tribe will be controlled by the great chief, Vesario, and become the forward base of the war, and Borunaf will become the leader here.In the upcoming and inevitable war, I have a middle-level leader in the orc army, something that can work, presumably, hey, why is Brunaph winking at me?

The shirtless orc warrior winked at Griffith, and then he announced loudly to the audience:

"My first decision is to announce to the entire clan that I will marry Aslanta, the priest of the God of Shadows, and give birth to powerful warriors for our clan!"

"..."

Griffith and the audience were stunned for a while.

"Oh--!"

"As expected of the patriarch, he can overthrow the priest of the Shadow God!"

"As expected of Borunaf, he easily did something we didn't even dare to think about!"

Amid thunderous cheers, Borunaf announced his decision.The arena suddenly boiled.

The new patriarch immediately came to the shocked lady priest, knelt down on one knee, and looked at her sincerely.

Aslante was stunned. She didn't expect this move. She stomped her feet in embarrassment and panic, and shouted at the orc: "Get up, I'm the priest of the shadow god, it's impossible! Get to know each other for a few days!"

Griffith hurriedly ran to the auditorium, jumped up and cut off a bouquet of flowers on the wall with his sword, and ran towards the orc and the troll priest lady with his arms in his arms.Thousands of orcs have made noise like thunder.

"Hello!" Aslante couldn't get off the stage amidst thunderous cheers.

Griffith started tearing at the little petals.

"Well, since you are like this, you asked for it!" Aslante glared at the sincere orc, and raised her hand gracefully, signaling the silence of the audience, "Warriors, I have accepted you!" request from the patriarch!"

Everyone immediately quieted down.Brunave hastily winked at Griffith.The latter threw its petals and scattered them everywhere.

Aslante said to everyone in the falling petals: "We will hold a glorious ceremony, and the patriarch will defeat me under the witness of the ancestor spirits and warriors, get my body and mind, and let our battle please the ancestors." Spirit! Let the roar resound through the Horde!"

"Ulla!" The warriors of the Flint tribe and other tribes erupted, thinking that this was an honorable and sacred ceremony.

"Hail Patriarch Brunav, warrior of warriors!"

"I thought it was a good idea, and I want to do the same!"

Although Griffith felt that something was wrong, he still persistently scattered the petals.Aslante looked at the stiff-faced Brunaf with a beautiful smile, and patted the hideous staff in his hand:
"I'm looking forward to it, really!"

……

According to tradition, all the resources and armed forces of the Flint tribe have been brought under the control of Borunaf.The orc kept his promise and personally led the wolf cavalry to escort Griffith and Galadia to the border near Yalan the next day.

"The front is the territory of the elves, uh, Miss Ranger has already contacted the clansmen, we can only send you there, this," the bruised and bruised Brunaf stretched out his hand and held Griffith tightly, " Later, ouch, there is a time."

Griffith looked at the orc in front of him.After yesterday's competition, he competed with Aslante.Judging by his injuries, it seems that the process was quite intense.

It seems very exciting... I don't know if Galadia likes this set, I can learn from some experience... Griffith is thinking while holding the orc's arm:

"There will be a period later, warrior. Goodbye, Miss Priest, and best wishes to you."

"Aslante, I wish you all the best of luck! The gift from me and Griffith will be delivered to you later," Galadia held Griffith's arm and sent her best wishes. Forged, um, a certain degree of friendship with Aslante, "If there is any shortage here, you can tell me, and I will find a way to send it to you, which is very convenient."

"There is no shortage," the beautiful shadow priestess shook her head, "I will go back to the Temple of the Shadow God tomorrow, there is no shortage of anything."

"..."

The air was very quiet for a moment.

"Three years, up to three years!" Brunav gritted his teeth, "You must look at him with admiration."

"Okay!" Aslante patted him on the shoulder, "I'm looking forward to it very much. During the three-year period, you must take good measures to defend against fear and the curse of shadows! If you don't understand anything, you can write a letter Give it to me. Well, write to me every week to report the progress of the training."

Brunaf sighed, took out the golden crown dropped by the Baroque patriarch from his pocket, wiped it and handed it to Griffith: "Send it to you, although the gem is lost, but this thing has the characteristics of strengthening illusion and mystery, It is likely to be a high-level sealed item of a certain path. It’s just that the negative effect is unpredictable, and I don’t want to be its puppet. Knight, you should be able to purify this thing, right?”

"Oh——" Griffith stared at the small golden crown, and couldn't help but replied, "Thank you, warrior, I will try it."

However, I doubt that the old patriarch is really controlled by this gadget.Griffith played with the little golden crown: "In autumn, there may be a war between the Clan Alliance and Bayeran?"

"I'm thinking that's the case," the orc nodded, "I guess Autumn may not be able to catch up, but there must be a battle in the near future."

The elves and trolls standing aside couldn't help becoming nervous when they heard this.Galadia looked at the two of them left and right, and said worriedly, "I hope you won't encounter each other on the battlefield."

"Why did you encounter it on the battlefield?" the orc asked, "Are you going to invade the Flint tribe?"

"No, I just said you invaded Odessa," Galadia patted Griffith's arm, "then Griffith will come to fight you."

"Invading Odessa? Not interested," the orc scratched his scalp and smiled innocently, "There are thousands of people in my tribe to feed, and I have to carefully calculate the business of war."

"But your warchief sent you..."

"Ah, that old guy," Brunaf waved his hand cheerfully, "Strange wolves don't listen to the orders of the wolf king."

……

After saying goodbye to the orcs and trolls, Griffith and Galadia walked south for a while.In the forest to the south of the meadow, melodious horns sounded, and the elf knights in dark green armor galloped like the wind.

Griffith immediately assumed a fighting stance, but Galadia tapped his shoulder lightly, indicating that there was no problem.The knights approached quickly, and at a distance of [-] meters from the two of them, half of the knights spread out like a circle and galloped around, while the rest sandwiched them in the middle.

The commander who led the team led two steeds and came to Galadia with his head held high, his scrutinizing eyes swept over Griffith.Then, he took out a delicate crystal and handed it to the girl:

"By the order of Ms. Aviana Sylph, the representative of the goddess of silver moon and starlight in the world, and the chief citizen of the Yalan Senate, I will escort you to Yalan."

The commander did not dismount when he announced the order, and his right hand never left the saber at his waist.After the two mounted their horses, the whole team of knights galloped south like the wind.

They walked through dense forests and valleys, the closer they got to Yalan, the more they felt a hidden vision watching them.The procession passed through a gate in a valley, and Griffith found himself on a steep cliff.The mountain road that can only accommodate two carriages is extremely steep, with cliffs on the right and a bottomless abyss on the left.

The roar of the waterfall echoes along the valley, and the delicate white spiers and bridges can be seen in the forest on the other side of the cliff.

There is Yalan.

Griffith noticed that the sylph elves' territory was built on top of the giant trees in the dense forest, standing on the edge of cliffs and waterfalls, blending with forests, birds and flowers, and there were almost no bricks and metals.The quiet and elegant temperament is almost integrated with nature, which is completely different from the glorious Canaan.

Riders from Sylph escorted them across the plank road that hung high over the valley.Along the way, Griffith met many elves. They were as quiet and comfortable as the Canaanites, but the color of their clothes was closer to the emerald green of the forest, and the ripples of their spiritual energy were slightly different.

(End of this chapter)