Mutara began at dusk and lasted until late at night.
The orcs invited the true dragon at the top of the mountain. The old wizard used a magic item to seal off the Stone Crow clan's territory so that outsiders would not be able to peek in. This allowed the huge Black Dragon to participate in the ceremony.
The women used straw ropes to weave a palace and invited Caesar to sit beside the old leader, who was seated above the orcs of the Stone Crow clan.
After the last time when Orrgash was cursed by the Balrog, this was the second time Caesar saw so many orcs gathered together. Many children who rarely appeared ran out. They were not afraid of him at all. They stared at the Black Dragon curiously and played with each other.
The orcs followed the ancient tradition. Regardless of their gender, they were all naked and wore painted leather shorts. A belt symbolizing the Stone Crow clan's emblem was tied around their waist as they sang loudly.
They ate the roast beef with honey and pepper, drank the strong liquor from the northern countries, and laughed with each other across the campfire.
Usually, these orcs were very frugal, but today was completely different. This was Mutara, the most important festival of the year for the orcs.
Plates of food were served in front of them. Fortunately, these orcs still remembered the Black Dragon when they were enjoying themselves. They knew that Caesar had a big appetite, so they did not hesitate to serve him a whole roast lamb. There were also plates of black sausages, pigeon pancakes, all kinds of fruits and barley and venison soup.
"To the true dragon!" This was the first cup of wine that the orcs raised.
They knew very well that if it was not for Caesar, the Stone Crow clan would still be in poverty. They would not be able to hold the real Mutara and could not afford to buy these ingredients at all.
The orcs were grateful and respected the Black Dragon from the bottom of their hearts.
"To the Stone Crow clan as well."
Caesar raised his cup politely. The stone cup in his hand was many times bigger than an ordinary wine cup. At this time, he suddenly missed his human body.
When he first sat down, his huge body brought him a lot of trouble, and he made a lot of jokes. For example, he sat down on a stone pile, flipped over a table with his tail, and crushed a plate with his claws, and so on.
Luna, who was on his back, felt embarrassed. She hid in the thorns and did not dare to look up.
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When the drinking was over, the women clapped their tambourines and danced for the warriors. At this time, the real highlight of Mudala began.
The men used the animal fat in the oil pit to rub their chests until they were glistening. They were all rubbing their hands in preparation, eager to show off their skills in front of the public.
In the ancient orc empire, after eating and drinking, the orcs would enter the arena and fight with each other to fight for the title of the best warrior..
Although the supreme empire of the past had long since fallen apart, this segment was unavoidable. The warriors all stood up with a smile and began to walk towards the center of the field.
This was not a real battle of life and death, so the use of bloodline power was absolutely forbidden. Spells were also not allowed. In the Mutara Arena, they had to rely purely on their physical strength.
The first orc entered the arena quickly. Immediately, there was someone to fight. The two warriors started a powerful bare-handed fight. They jumped around in circles and attacked each other.
The rest of the orcs formed a circle. No one intervened. They all widened their eyes and shouted the names of the warriors in the arena. The scene was very lively.
"They still have a long way to go."
Sve looked at the fight below the arena and said casually. He raised his cup again and thanked the Black Dragon beside him. "To the most reliable friend of the Stone Crow clan."
Caesar nodded politely and raised his cup.
His respect for the old adept came from the bottom of his heart. Back when he asked this old orc for advice on the principles of magic, Seve didn't dawdle at all after he agreed. He taught Seve everything he knew without the slightest intention of deceiving or misleading Seve.
As time passed, Caesar became more familiar with Airadia. He also knew how precious the knowledge of the other world was.
Of course, Sve also had his own reasons. The old sorcerer would not casually teach his knowledge of magic to other races. He would definitely prioritize his own race. However, the orcs were born with low talent. Until now, there had not been a second orc who had the talent to become a spellcaster.
Sve was already very old. He had to think about the future. He did not have much time to wait. He could only teach what he knew to Caesar and pray that he could pass down the path of the Stone Crow clan through him.
However, what he did not know was that Caesar did not live up to his expectations.
The blood in this guy's body was not filled with elemental magic like other True Dragons. Although he had memorized the precious knowledge taught by Seph, it was difficult for him to complete even the most basic tricks in practice. It was even more difficult for him to become a spellcaster.
Sometimes, Caesar would think that he was a one-in-a-million loser among the dragons.
Cliché and melodramatic. F * ck.
"Gall!
Gall!
Gall! "
At this moment, cheers were heard in the arena. It interrupted Caesar's thoughts and attracted his and Sve's attention to the grass-woven palace.
Gall was a Great Warrior. Even if he did not use his bloodline power, his physique was still much stronger than the other orcs. Moreover, he was very hardworking. He spent every moment training his combat skills. In terms of physical combat, he was the best of the Stone Crow clan.
At this time, he had already defeated five orcs in a row. He was still not out of breath. He also defeated the popular contestant, Olkhash, and kicked him to the ground. He obtained his sixth victory.
"Gall!
Gall … "
The orcs were shouting his name excitedly. This orc who was almost two meters tall looked around and found that the victory was already decided. None of the hundred warriors came forward to challenge him.
However, this Great Commander was also arrogant in Mudala. He was still not satisfied. He turned his gaze to the seats where Sve and Caesar were sitting.
The orcs followed his gaze and were stunned for a moment. Suddenly, a voice shouted, "Fight him!
Sve!
Fight him! "
Cheers were soon heard.
"Fight him!
Sve!
Fight him! "
Caesar was speechless.
Just as he was hesitating, he saw that Seph had already stood up. His stooped body straightened amidst the cracking sounds of his bones. He casually took off the old robe that had always been draped over his body, revealing his similarly well-developed muscles, and began to walk forward.
"Mudala is a carnival for the orcs. Legend has it that when the Orc Empire held Mudala, even the emperor had to follow the tradition. He had to fight when challenged."
Luna squatted on the table in front of him, holding a pancake that was bigger than her. She nibbled on it like a squirrel. She explained to Caesar, "However, even if he loses, it will not affect the position of the Orc Emperor."
Caesar shifted his gaze again.
Surprisingly, in the arena, the Great Warrior Gall was temporarily at a disadvantage. The experience of the old leader was far beyond these young orcs. Moreover, Sve's strength was not weak either. He punched Gall until his face was bruised and swollen.
Caesar stared at the scene in a daze for a while. The difference between his imagination and reality gave him a toothache. What kind of spellcaster was this? He was so good at close combat that he was even stronger than a Great Warrior.
However, due to his age and physical strength, the strong old leader could not hold on any longer. He stopped in his tracks, panting. He had no choice but to admit defeat and leave the arena.
Cheers were heard again.
"Gall, this little bastard."
Sve smiled and returned to his seat. He shook off the dust on his robe and put it on again. "He almost pulled out my teeth."
"It was you who pulled out his teeth." Luna was busy nibbling on her pancake. She could not help but complain when she heard this.
Caesar wanted to say something, but he noticed that Sve was smiling. He raised his chin at him and signaled him to look down.
All the drums, cheers, and banquets stopped abruptly. Caesar turned his head and looked down. He saw that all the orcs were looking at him, waiting for the True Dragon to come down.
"Do I have to go too?" He asked Sve.
The old leader smiled and replied, "As a True Dragon, you have the right to refuse. This is just an orc tradition."
"Tsk, they really treat you as one of their own."
Luna muttered softly.
Caesar thought for a moment and decided to join. He was not as proud as the dragons. He was different from the Pentashade Dragons and the Metallic Dragons. He was willing to get along with the orcs without prejudice.
This was the real reason why the Stone Crow clan respected Caesar.