Otherworld Qin

Chapter 337
The hope that had been suppressed for many years finally became a reality at this moment. Regardless of bandaging his burned hands, the patriarch stood up abruptly and let out a long cry, "Our centaurs have finally waited for this day!" Then he knelt down and bowed again, " Supreme Beast God, you really have not abandoned us humble people! Ahhh!" Then he burst into tears.

"Is the patriarch crazy?" Some clansmen began to whisper, but no one dared to stand up, still kneeling on the cold ice, some old orcs began to tremble violently from the cold, and the orcs beside them stretched out their hands to help That's why I didn't fall down.

The patriarch cried for a long time, finally stopped his grief, endured the severe pain in his hands and held the totem again, and solemnly shouted to the clansmen, "Everyone follow me to worship the beast god again. After thousands of years of suffering, the beast god is finally here again. Take care of us and let the outstanding warriors of our clan awaken!"

"Awakening!" The crowd suddenly exclaimed. They haven't heard this word for many years, and they don't know what awakening is like. But since the patriarch has said that those soldiers are really awakened, then there must be nothing wrong, little After the turmoil, all the clansmen followed the patriarch and bowed down more piously.

Shengxuan chased all the way for a hundred miles, and gradually scattered orc tribes appeared in that desolate far west land. These weak orc tribes could not bear the bullying of the Calais, so they hid here, but this place is not safe either. Because in this vast land of the extreme west, there are countless monsters. Although they are all low-level monsters, they are not weak enough to deal with them. Even so, they are unwilling to face the butcher knife of the Calais. Warcraft in my heart is far less terrifying than the Calais.

The scattered orc tribes in the Far West have a combined total of more than hundreds of millions of people, but their lives are extremely difficult. They barely survive by collecting grass seeds and hunting, and they also have to resist the attacks of monsters that appear at any time. The miserable life makes Many orcs died before the age of 50, and there were many Qingling tribes and Quechu tribes among them. When Sheng Xuan displayed the power of the beast god, a tribe of Quechu tribe finally boiled up.

An old man was running frantically, shouting constantly while running, "Master Patriarch, Lord Patriarch! The totem has appeared again. There is absolutely nothing wrong this time. It must be the birth of the beast god totem!" Behind him was a young man. The orc kept chasing, "Grandpa, slow down!" But he couldn't catch up with this almost crazy old man.

"What did you say? Has the totem really reacted? You can't read it wrong this time!" A middle-aged orc with eagle feathers on his head rushed up to greet him, surrounded by a large group of clansmen, all wanting to hear Listen to this long-lost news.

The white horse was still running wildly at an unabated speed. It had been several hours, and I didn’t know how many times it turned but still couldn’t get rid of the pursuit. However, Sheng Xuan became more and more excited as he watched, and almost forgot everything around him. Suddenly, the white horse in front suddenly Turning around suddenly, he stopped suddenly in the state of galloping, and then rushed towards Shengxuan.

When Shengxuan saw it, he hurriedly jumped off the wind snake, and rushed towards the white horse. He had rich experience in taming wild horses in his previous life. He has already made up his mind that no matter how hard the white horse struggles, he will accompany him to the end.

Watching the sunset on the hillside, Juechen, the patriarch of the Centaur Clan, was still watching from a distance. A few old orcs accompanied him, persuading him from time to time, "Master Patriarch, you should go back and rest for a while. Your Excellency will definitely come back after taming the Demon Horse King."

He couldn't help sighing, "Hey, I am no longer the patriarch. You have all seen the previous scene. The outstanding fighters in the clan have awakened, but I am the patriarch..." "Master Patriarch, you Don't say that, without you leading all of us, I'm afraid we wouldn't be able to persist until today, although you didn't wake up this time, but next time it will be fine, how can you leave us?"

"You all go back, let me be alone." Juechen waved his hand, signaling these people to go back, but no one moved, "Since you don't go back, then we will stay here with you .” Several old orcs faced the mountain wind firmly and stood with him.

I don't know how long it took, but I heard a voice behind me, "Master Patriarch!" Juechen hurriedly turned his head, and when he looked again, he saw that almost all the clansmen had come to the bottom of the hillside, kneeling down in a black mass, which made him feel sore , Eye circles also suddenly turned red.

"Look! Isn't that God Envoy? He's riding...,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, AND, and he's really tamed the Demon Horse King!" I don't know who yelled this, causing a commotion, and many orcs No longer caring about persuading the patriarch, they flocked up the hillside to have a better look.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, a man came galloping on a white horse. The red color of the white horse reflected by the setting sun was like a burning flame flying over the golden pasture. Chen shouted, "Everyone, hurry up and meet the God Envoy."

The night in the mountains was still very cold. Everyone sat around the campfire and ate. There was a small table in front of Shengxuan. A bowl of rice wine, probably the only decent food in the entire tribe, was placed in front of him, and he didn't know how to swallow it.

The prestigious orcs from the surrounding tribes carefully accompanied them, their eyes were full of respect, which inevitably made the atmosphere even more awkward. Cheng Xuan looked around, but no matter who he saw, he immediately made that person nervous , he finally turned to the patriarch Juechen.

"I heard that you are going to resign as the patriarch?" As soon as the words came out, Juechen immediately fell to his knees, "Reporting to God Envoy, the warriors in the clan have completed their awakening, and I,,, so I am not suitable to be the patriarch anymore." job."

This atmosphere made Shengxuan very awkward, he couldn't help but waved his hands, "Patriarch Juechen, you should sit down and talk, let me... sit down and talk, sit down and talk casually." "In front of the envoy, I How dare you wait casually?" After saying a word, Sheng Xuan's head suddenly became dizzy, and he simply didn't look at him, and reached out to grab a fruit to eat, but suddenly felt that everyone's eyes were moving with the movement of his hand. How could he eat it, he couldn't help withdrawing his hand in frustration, and then sighed helplessly.

Who knew that it was just this soft sigh that made these old orcs suddenly tense up, and they all knelt down on the ground, "Please God, please calm down!" This scene made Sheng Xuan dizzy for a while, it seems that this place can't stay any longer , He couldn't help standing up and wanted to leave, but saw those people crawling towards him lying on their stomachs, kneeling in front of him to block the way, it was even more awkward to let him go immediately.

"You!,,,,, well, since you say that I am an envoy of God, then I order you all to sit down for me now!" This sentence is really true, although everyone is still panicked, but they all sat down properly Going back, he was just about to step away, but found that there was another kneeling under his feet, and that was patriarch Juechen.

Shengxuan suddenly had a nameless anger, why are these orcs so pedantic?It doesn't matter if he thinks he is an envoy, but now he knelt down and kowtowed at every turn. He really wanted to kick Juechen away, but he was afraid that this would cause even more panic among the orcs, so he couldn't help helping Juechen up patiently, " Do you think I'm an envoy too?" "An envoy, my lord, why do you ask that?" Juechen was so frightened that he almost fell down, Shengxuan simply grabbed him vigorously, "Since you think I am an envoy , then I will order you now to continue to be your patriarch."

"Master God envoy is wise!" Sheng Xuan heard the unanimous praise, and looked again, the old orcs who had just sat down knelt down in front of him again.

This really made him helpless, but after a while he calmed down and sat down proudly, "You all sit down too." "Yes, my lord envoy!" "Everyone eat with me now!" To be honest, after all this tossing, Shengxuan was really hungry, so he couldn't help but grabbed a piece of roast meat, tore off a piece and put it in his mouth, then tore the roast meat into small pieces and threw them to the old orcs around, "You too Eat!" Finally, he stuffed the remaining piece into Juechen's hands, "Everyone eat it, don't eat it alone, you look at it, it's weird, and in the future, don't call it a gods and gods, don't kneel down at every turn, I have a name, you can call me Shengxuan, or you can call me brother."

As soon as the words came out, everyone wanted to bow down again. Cheng Xuan couldn't help but frowned and pointed at them and said, "Look, look, here it is again, I told you not to kneel and bow at every turn, sit down, I ate the barbecue in my hand, it's not enough for me to have here."

Finally, someone stuffed the barbecue into his mouth, but he didn't know what it tasted like. Suddenly, someone sobbed in a low voice and said, "It's a blessing for all of us orcs to make your lord so approachable!"

Shengxuan finally sent these respected old orcs away, and now he had time to sit by the campfire and think about some things of his own. The first thing he thought of was what happened during the day. He couldn't tell what was going on, but he had a vague feeling This must have something to do with the remnant soul in the totem that he encountered back then. He hadn't discovered that he could still awaken the orcs before, but now that he discovered this, he was a little more sure about the Golden Wolf Clan.

And he found that every time the orcs bowed down to him, the mysterious power in his heart would increase. Although it was only a very weak change, he could still feel it. What kind of power is this?He couldn't explain clearly, but he had a vague feeling that the stronger this power was, the more it could awaken more orcs.

After thinking for a while, he took out a piece of animal skin and began to draw a map on it. At first, he knew about this continent from the reflection crystal that the tyrant gave him, but now it seems that the records in the crystal are too much. Fuzzy, and the maps drawn by some orcs themselves are very rough. Seeing that the battle is imminent, if there is no accurate map, I am afraid that it is impossible to weigh the battle of the entire Great Swamp. With the pen in his hand, a map of the Great Swamp gradually Appearing in front of him, this is completely the real situation that he himself knows, but there is still a large gap, which is a place he has never been to.

Now that the excellent warriors in the Centaur tribe have awakened, there will be thousands of awakened cavalry archers, and they are the most powerful cavalry archers in the world. This change made him overthrow all his original ideas. Map He began to think carefully, how to conduct this war?
(End of this chapter)