Chapter 577.

Chapter 577 Argument 3
“Great Chief! I have a different opinion.” The others yelled back, speaking their thoughts. Naturally, there were those who wanted to fight Aldo and those who wanted to continue eastward to unify all the orcs.

Although Eugene was a close friend of the Great Chief and Aguirre was even his son, the other Orc generals still expressed their opinions.

Although Abar wanted to learn from the human world, hoping to establish a perfect administrative system, but at this time the king’s tent has not yet formed the human set of superiority and inferiority of the order of their own position, everyone can say what they think without fear.

Abar smiled and nodded his head to each of his men, but would not say whose opinion he would ultimately take.

He waited until the tent had quieted down before turning his attention to a thin figure beside him.

During the heated discussion just now, this figure had been silent, quietly listening to the others talk without uttering a word, if an ordinary orc was allowed to enter the tent of the big chief, if no one pointed out, he would in all probability overlook this inconspicuous figure.

But Abar, the great chief of the orcs, showed him a respect that he had never shown to anyone else.

“What is your opinion, Honorable Grand Shaman?”

Hearing the Grand Chief’s call, the Grand Shaman of the King’s Tent – Otasi – slowly raised his own eyelids.

The shaman was an extremely important role in orc society, and the orcs generally believed in the Spirit of the Steppe, which they also called the Spirit of the Ancestors, because they were convinced that the soul of every orc after death was ultimately merged with the will of this steppe. The shaman is the medium to communicate between the grassland beings and the spirit of the grassland. Finding pastures, searching for water, predicting the weather, divining fate, and treating illnesses, all of these activities are carried out by shamans. More importantly, because the orcs do not have writing, the major events in orc history are passed down from shaman to shaman, and it is from the mouths of the shamans that the orcs learn about the deeds of their ancestors. Because of the importance of the shaman, every larger orc tribe will have a shaman.

Shamans maintain their own mysterious inheritance, and the Zarg clan shaman is the most noble of all the shaman inheritance, noble shaman inheritance and the great deeds of leading orcs against humans, and ultimately created a unique king’s tent on the grassland.

This old orc, yes, Otasi was not young, older than Eugene inside the tent, almost no one could tell his exact age, perhaps even he himself had forgotten how old he was, he was hunched over, with his long florid beard resting on the ground, so much so that he looked like an old human man who had neglected to take care of his beard rather than an orc.

He glanced at the crowd with cloudy eyes and said in a raspy voice, “My opinion doesn’t matter, but the instructions given to us by the Spirit of the Steppe hopefully will be taken seriously.”

“Oh!” The crowd, who had long ago struck their attention to the Great Shaman along with the Great Chief, let out exclamations of surprise when they heard him say this.

“The Spirit of the Steppes is guiding us? Speak quickly, Great Shaman.”

It was young Colum who had a bit of a thought – the old man just looked like he was dozing off a moment ago – but he immediately banished the big irreverent thought from his mind.

“Under the guidance of the Spirit of the Steppe, I saw ……” the great shaman continued, “In the south of the steppe, a terrifying cyclone is rolling up, and if they are not prevented, they will turn into a destructive catastrophe that will destroy the sky and the earth. Eventually sweeping across the entire continent, orcs, humans, dwarves, all living beings on this land cannot avoid it.”

Due to the Grand Shaman’s position, no one in the tent would doubt his words, so they were all shocked by the gravity of it.

“A catastrophe that sweeps across the continent?” Grand Chief Abar asked in a daze, this was a heavy blow to his ambitions. Of course he didn’t care about the deaths of humans and dwarves, but it wouldn’t be fun for the orcs to be caught up in it as well.

“South?” He grasped the point, “But the southern powers, Aldo and Gabella all have varying degrees of crisis!” “Yes, Honorable Great Chief, what I can even point out is that it was a great crisis, great enough to bring about the demise of their nations, so the Spirit of the Steppes tells me.” Otasi said, “But did you know that there is a sacred bird in human mythology? Phoenix, the immortal bird, when its life span is about to run out, it throws itself into a blazing fire, and under the flames it will be reborn once more, and more refined and powerful than ever before.”

Abal calmed down and continued to ask, “And …… specifically Aldo, or Gabella, or the …… Church?”

The Great Shaman Otasi shook his head, “This is information that I can no longer obtain from the instructions of the Spirit of the Steppe, and can only rely on the wisdom of you and your generals to judge.”

“Well, well.” Great Chief Abar repeated in a whisper.

The great shaman’s words had made it clear in the hearts of the people that the next direction of the raid must be some human country, either Aldo or Gabela.

“In that case, let’s see which area has a breakthrough.” His eyes flashed with a terrible hideousness, “Eugene!”

“Great Chief, at your command.” The old orc responded.

“Contact that ‘prince’, agitate him, stimulate him, don’t let him spend all day there dreaming but not daring to do anything, tell him that as long as he wants, the mighty orc army will be his backing in no time to help him reclaim his inheritance.”

Abar looked to his eldest son, “Aguirre!”

“I am here, father.” He responded.

“Keep a close eye on the progress of events in Gabella, and let me know as soon as you get wind of anything.”

“Yes, Father.” Aguirre’s face was a picture of excitement.

After ordering everything, Abar seemed to be saying to each and every one of them, but also seemed to be talking to himself, “Now it’s up to that side to show a breakthrough point first.” Then he looked at the crowd again and said, “According to the Great Shaman, the disaster must be nipped in the bud.”

In the following days, the Great Chief’s order spread around like the wind on the grassland, and countless orc riders ran with Abar’s order into those tribes that were loyal to the royal tent.

In accordance with the orders of the Great Chief Abar, the orcs began to prepare their weapons and defenses, began to prepare the grain in their marching charts, and began to fatten their warhorses that were thin and weak because of the winter.

When the second order arrived, that was when the Great Chief summoned them to join the army. At that time, the mighty orc cavalry would destroy any enemy that dared to stand against them.

(End of chapter)