Black Dragon Code

Mudala starts at dusk and lasts until late at night.

The orcs invited the real dragon on the top of the mountain, and the old wizard sealed off the territory of the Stone Crow clan with a magic item, so that outsiders could not see it, so that the huge black dragon could participate smoothly.

The women weaved a palace out of straw ropes, and invited Caesar to walk beside the old chieftain, above the orcs of the Stonecrow tribe.

After Olkash was cursed by the Balrog last time, this is the second time Caesar has seen so many orcs gathered together. Many children who usually seldom appear also ran out, not afraid of him at all, and stared at the black dragon curiously , Playing and playing with each other.

The orcs followed the ancient tradition. Both men and women were bare chested, wore painted leather shorts, and tied a sash symbolizing the stone crow clan emblem around their waists, and sang loudly.

They ate roast beef with honey and pepper, drank strong wine from the northern kingdoms, and laughed at each other over campfires.

These guys usually save a lot, but today is completely different. This is Mudala, the most important festival for orcs in a year.

Plates of food were served in front of them. Fortunately, these guys were still thinking about the black dragon when they were having fun. Knowing that Caesar had a big appetite, they didn't hesitate at all, and sent him the whole roasted lamb full of aroma. Large plates of black sausages, pigeon pancakes, various fruits and barley venison soup.

"To the real dragon!" This was the first glass of wine raised by the orcs.

They knew very well in their hearts that without Caesar, the Stone Crow Clan might still be in poverty and embarrassment, unable to hold a real Mudala, and simply couldn't afford these ingredients.

For the black dragon, the orcs expressed their gratitude and respect from the bottom of their hearts.

"I also respect the Stone Crow Clan."

Caesar raised the glass politely. The stone cup in his hand was many times larger than ordinary wine glasses. At this moment, he suddenly missed the human body.

You must know that when he first sat down, his huge body caused him a lot of troubles, and he made a series of jokes, such as sitting on the paved stone platform with his buttocks, overturning the entire table with his tail, and crushing the serving plate with his claws etc. It made Luna who stayed on his back feel embarrassed, and hid in the thorns, not daring to raise her head.

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When the booze is over, the women beat the tambourine and dance for the warriors. At this time, the real highlight of Mudala begins.

The men, whose chests had been smeared with animal fat from the oil pit, were all gearing up, eager to show off their skills in full view.

In the ancient orc empire, after drinking and eating, the orcs would enter the arena to compete with each other and compete for the title of the number one warrior.

Although the former Supreme Empire had long been torn apart, this link was unavoidable. The soldiers all stood up with a smile and began to walk towards the field.

This is not a real life-and-death struggle, so it is absolutely forbidden to use the power of the blood, and the use of spells is even more forbidden. In the Mudala gladiatorial fight, they must rely purely on physical combat.

The first orc entered the arena very quickly, and was immediately confronted. The two fighters immediately started a powerful bare-handed fight, jumping around in circles and attacking each other.

The rest of the orcs formed a circle, and no one intervened. They all stared wide-eyed and called out the names of the fighters in the field. The scene was enthusiastic and bloody.

"They still have a long way to go."

Seeing the fight off the field, Sifu seemed to have no intention of saying, he raised his cup again, and expressed his gratitude to the black dragon beside him: "To the most reliable friend of the Stone Crow Clan."

Caesar nodded politely and raised his glass at the same time.

He respected the old wizard from the bottom of his heart. When he first asked the old orc about the principles of spells, Sif didn't delay at all after agreeing.

As time went on and he became more familiar with Elradia, Caesar realized how precious the knowledge of the other world was.

Of course, there are also personal reasons for this. It is impossible for the old wizard to pass on spell knowledge to foreigners at will. The priority must be the same race, but because the orcs are born with dull aptitude, even up to now, there has been no second place. An orc with the gift of being a spellcaster.

Sifu is very old and has to think about the future. He doesn't have long to wait, so he can only give what he knows to Caesar first, and pray that through him, the wizards of the Stone Crow clan can be passed on all the way. .

However, what he didn't know was that Caesar also failed his expectations.

The blood in this guy's body is not full of elemental magic like other real dragons. Although he has kept the precious knowledge from Sifu in his heart, it is difficult to complete even the most basic tricks in actual operation, and it is difficult to become a spellcaster. It is even more difficult.

Sometimes Caesar would think, is he just a good-for-nothing among dragons?

Cliché, fuck it.

"Gal! Gal! Gal!"

At this moment, cheers sounded in unison in the arena, interrupting Caesar's thoughts and drawing his and Sif's attention to the grass-woven palace.

Galben was already a great warrior, even if he didn't use his blood power, his physical fitness was stronger than other orcs, not to mention that he worked very hard, honing his fighting skills all the time, and he was the crown of the Stone Crow clan in terms of hand-to-hand combat.

At this time, he had already defeated five orcs in a row, and he still didn't breathe. He beat the popular player Olkash back again and again, kicked him to the ground with his last kick, and won the sixth victory.

"Gal! Gal..."

The orcs shouted excitedly and called his name. The orc, who was nearly two meters tall, looked around and found that the victory was already decided, and no one among the hundred warriors stepped forward to challenge.

However, the great commander also swelled willfully in Mudala, he was still not satisfied, and turned his attention to the seats of Sifu and Caesar.

The orcs followed his gaze and were stunned for a while, then suddenly a voice shouted: "Fight him! Sifu! Fight him!"

The cheers soon became continuous.

"Fight him! Sifu! Fight him!"

Caesar:? ? ?

Just when he was hesitating, he saw that Sifu had stood up, his hunched body straightened amidst the sound of "cracking" bones, and he took off the old robe that was always on his body, revealing the same well-developed muscles , start to move forward.

"Mudala is the carnival of the orcs. Legend has it that when the orc empire held Mudala in the past, even as the emperor of the empire, he had to follow the tradition. When challenged, he had to go out and fight."

Luna squatted on the table in front of him, holding a piece of pancake bigger than herself, nibbling like a squirrel, and explaining to Caesar: "However, even if you lose, it will not affect the status of the orc emperor." That's it."

Caesar looked away again.

Somewhat unexpectedly, in the arena, the great warrior Garr was temporarily at a disadvantage. The experience of the old leader was far beyond the reach of these young orcs. Besides, Sif's strength was not weak either. With a bruised nose and a swollen face, he backed away again and again.

Caesar stared at this scene for a while. The difference between imagination and reality made him feel toothache. What kind of spell caster is he?

However, due to factors of age and physical strength, the powerful old patriarch couldn't hold on at the end, stopped walking out of breath, had to admit defeat, and withdrew from the arena.

The cheers rang out again.

"Gal, little boy."

Sifu returned to his seat with a smile, shook off the dust on his robe, and put it on again: "I almost pulled out my teeth."

"It's you who pulled out his teeth." Luna buried her head in the pancakes, but couldn't help complaining when she heard this.

Caesar also wanted to answer, but found that Sifu was smiling deeply, and raised his chin at him, motioning him to look down.

All the drumming, shouting, and feasting ceased abruptly, and Caesar looked down, only to see all the orcs staring at him eagerly, waiting for the dragon to end.

"Should I go too?" he asked Sif.

The old leader replied with a smile: "As a real dragon, of course you have the right to refuse, this is just the tradition of the orcs."

"Tsk, I really think of you as my own."

Luna muttered softly.

Caesar thought about it, and chose to join. He didn't have the deep-rooted pride of dragons, and he was completely different from the five-color dragons and metal dragons. He was willing to get along with the orcs without prejudice.

This is also the real reason why the Stone Crow Clan can respect Caesar.