"The weather is starting to get hotter." The clan leader leaned on the mottled bone staff, looking at the ignorant distant sky, and said with a slight sigh.

“Because the dry season is coming again.”

Olkash stood behind the old leader, watching the movements of other orcs in the tribe, and seemed to be in a good mood: "The little man had sent someone a few days ago, and this time he asked for more than last year. Commander Gal is already preparing."

"As His Excellency Caesar said, it seems that they have not found a recipe for the summer grass yet, and the fruits you pick confused their sight."

Sf turned his head: "Olkash, have the Baisergot cows delivered today?"

"Don't worry."

The orc behind him nodded without hesitation: "We are no longer short of food now, and half of the soldiers are hunting for Lord Caesar."

"This guy is growing so fast that he can eat more and more."

Sff smiled: "It seems that my decision was wise in the past two years."

"You are the greatest wise man of the Shicao clan in thousands of years."

Olkash made a compliment from the bottom of his heart, looking at the old patriarch who looked a little hunched in front of him, he felt very moved.

Since he remembered, he rarely saw Sfer smiling, almost never. The old patriarch always pursed his lips and spoke little. He liked to be dazed with a bone stick, silently watched every orc growing up, silently supporting the Shiyao clan to move forward.

However, the tribe's situation this year was much better than usual, and the orcs' lives improved greatly. Seeing that their lives were getting more and more abundant, and no newborn died of hunger, the smile on the old leader's face gradually increased.

The arrival of the black dragon is like a pool of living water, bringing life and hope.

First of all, Summer grass has achieved great success in the northern countries. It is not only sought after by the civilians, but also caters to the preferences of many nobles and has amazing sales.

Although Roy, who was in charge of the sale, wanted to embezzle the huge sum of money, due to the limitations of the God's oath, he could only pinch his nose and send a 60% of the profit to the Stone Clan.

When the orcs saw their first income and opened the full box of gold coins, the others didn't feel anything, but the old leader Sf was shocked.

This wizard is not like other orcs. When he was young, he was knowledgeable and widely traveled. He knew how much money was in the human world and how much food could be exchanged for, and he was inevitably full of passion.

But this money does not belong to the Shicao clan after all, it belongs to Caesar, and Sf has no right to be involved.

He knew the attraction of Caibao to dragons very clearly. He sighed softly, without saying anything, and closed the box directly and asked the two orcs to carry it to the black dragon on the top of the mountain.

However, what Caesar did next really shocked the eyes of these orcs: the black dragon gave this treasure to the Stone Cray clan.

It has been a whole year since then, but Olkash still remembers what Heilong said at that time—

Black Dragon said: "The purpose of these gold coins is not to lie in my nest. Here they are as meaningless as stones. Only by spending them can the true value of wealth be revealed."

Unfortunately, almost no one in the Shicao clan can understand the true meaning of this statement.

How can gold coins be compared with stones? Even the old wizard Sf, who is called the wise man, is not clear about this.

However, this did not prevent the tribe from worshiping the black dragon. They took out all the proceeds from selling the summer grass according to Caesar's order, bought food from humans, and exchanged them for armor and weapons suitable for orcs, and also purchased many tools that they did not know how to use at the beginning.

After owning the resources, under the guidance of Lord Caesar, the orcs continued to expand their territory and scope of activities.

Today, the Stone Clan is no longer the same. It has long since crossed from the Stone Age to the Iron Age, and has sufficient resources to provide soldiers with more time to complete training, temper their strength and combat skills. Women can also not be afraid of not being able to raise newborns, and open their stomachs to work hard to give birth.

As long as the current virtuous cycle can be maintained, within ten years, the scale and combat effectiveness of the Shiyao clan will increase several times, becoming a large tribe that truly has the right to speak in Nuoda Mangye.

"How many people are Gal going to bring?"

Sf, who had been silent for a while, suddenly spoke, squinted at the rising sun in the distance.

"Twenty are enough. We have walked this road for countless times. We are familiar with the flying apes in Mostel Canyon. There will be no problem."

Olkash said in a muffled voice that the orcs have changed a lot over the past year, and even the unspeakable commander Gal has spoken more and more, and he is the same.

"Okay, then you take the rest of the people to hunt and inform the women to start preparing."

Sf nodded and said in a deep voice: "Tell the children that we will hold 'Mudala' this year."

"yes."

Olkash nodded and subconsciously walked back, but he was stunned when he was in place after taking two steps. Then he quickly ran back two steps, widened his eyes and asked, "Do you say you want to hold the 'Mudala'?"

"Mudala" is the most important traditional festival of the Orc clan in the year.

When the ancient orc empire had not yet fallen apart, Mudala was a carnival for orcs every year. No matter whether it was strong or weak, or had a noble or a low status, they all raised their glasses and drank happily on that day, and sang happily with each other with their arms in their arms.

Legend has it that on that day, the Orc Empire would invite elves to perform operas, the dwarves showed tricks, and the warriors wrestled with each other and danced with wolves. It is said that at that time, even the long-standing, distant and powerful southern Empire would send envoys to congratulate.

But such a vision is only preserved in the story, Olkash did not see Mudala with his own eyes, because the tribe could not hold this carnival before.

It was too barren. Before, whenever the dry season came, on the day of Mudala in history, the orcs of the Shicao clan could only take everything simple, take out the stored dry food, let the children have a full meal, kneel in the stone cave and pray to the ancient ancestors, so as to remember Mudala's arrival.

Although I heard women talk about Mudala before, Olkash did not take it seriously. However, this time it was different. He actually heard the old patriarch tell him that Mudala would be held this year to celebrate.

"Are you saying true?" Olkash was still not sure.

"Go and prepare quickly."

The old leader smiled and replied, "It's too late to go."

"It's too late!"

Olkash hit his fists together and became excited. He nodded excitedly, turned his head and ran to the tribe quickly: "I'll invite Lord Caesar first..."

The orcs' voices are getting farther and farther away.
Chapter completed!