Mudara began at dusk and continued late into the night.

    The orcs invited the real dragon at the top of the mountain. The old wizard closed the territory of the Shiya clan with a magic item, so that outsiders could not see it, so that the huge black dragon could participate smoothly.

    The women wove a palace with straw ropes and asked Caesar to go next to the old leader of the upper table, above the orcs of the stone crow tribe.

    This was the second time Caesar had seen so many orcs get together since olkash was cursed by the Yan devil last time. Many children who rarely appeared in peacetime also ran out. They were not afraid of him at all. They stared curiously at the black dragon and played with each other.

    The orcs follow the ancient tradition that both men and women are red, wearing Painted Leather shorts, and wearing ribbons symbolizing the emblem of the Shiya clan around their waists.

    They feasted on roast beef with honey and pepper, drank spirits from northern countries, and laughed at each other across the campfire.

    Usually these guys save a lot, but today is completely different. This is mudara, the most important festival for orcs in a year.

    The food was brought to his eyes. Fortunately, these guys still thought about the black dragon when they enjoyed themselves. They knew that Caesar had a great appetite, so they had no scruples at all. They sent the whole roasted sheep with overflowing aroma to him. In addition, there were large plates of black sausage, pigeon pancakes, all kinds of fruits and barley venison soup.

    "To the real dragon!" this is the first glass of wine raised by the orcs.

    They knew very well that without Caesar, the stone crow clan might still be in poverty and could not hold a real mudara and could not afford these ingredients at all.

    For the black dragon, the orcs are sincerely grateful and respected.

    "Also to the stone crow clan."

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

    You know, when he first sat down, his huge body brought him a lot of troubles, and made a series of jokes, such as sitting on a blasted stone pestle, overturning the whole table with his tail, crushing the plate with his claws, and so on. Luna, who stayed on his back, felt embarrassed and hid in the thorn and dared not look up.

    ……

    When the booze was over, the women clapped the rumbling tambourines and danced for the soldiers. At this time, the real play of mudara began.

    The men smeared their chests with animal fat in the oil pit, and they were all ready, eager to show their skills in full view of the public.

    In the ancient Orc Empire, after drinking and eating, the orcs will enter the arena, compete with each other and compete for the name of the first warrior.

    Although the former Supreme Empire had already disintegrated, this link was inevitable. All the soldiers stood up with a smile and began to step into the field.

    This is not a real life and death struggle, so the use of blood power is absolutely prohibited, and magic is not allowed to be used. In the mudala fight, they must rely solely on physical hand to hand combat.

    The first Orc quickly entered the arena and was immediately confronted. The two soldiers immediately launched a barehanded fight full of strength, jumping around each other and attacking each other.

    The rest of the orcs formed a circle. No one intervened. They all stared and shouted the names of the soldiers in the field. The scene was warm and blood.

    "They still have a long way to go."

    Si Fu looked at the fight off the court and seemed to say unintentionally. He raised his glass again and thanked the black dragon beside him: "to the most reliable friend of the stone crow clan."

    Caesar nodded politely and raised his glass.

    He respected the old wizard from the bottom of his heart. When he first asked the old Orc for the principles of magic, SIFE promised and didn''t hesitate at all. He gave him everything he knew and learned, without the slightest intention of fraud and deliberate misleading.

    As time went on and he became more familiar with aladdia, Caesar knew how precious the knowledge of the different world was.

    Of course, there are also some personal reasons for this. The old wizard could not have taught magic knowledge to foreigners at will. The priority must be the same race, but because the orcs are naturally dull, even so far, there is no second ORC with the talent to become a caster.

    SIFE was very old and had to think about the future. He didn''t have much time to wait. He had to give Caesar what he knew first and pray that he could pass on the Wizards of the stone crow clan all the way through him.

    But what he didn''t know was that Caesar also failed to live up to his expectations.

    The blood in this guy''s body is not as full of elemental magic as other real dragons. Although he keeps in mind the valuable knowledge given by Sifu, it is difficult to complete even the most basic tricks in practical operation. It is even more difficult to become a caster.

    Sometimes Caesar would think, is he one of the dragons?

    Stereotypical dog blood, fuck.

    "Gal! Gal! Gal!"

    At this time, there was a chorus of cheers in the arena, interrupting Caesar''s thoughts and attracting his and SIFE''s attention to the lower part of the straw weaving palace.

    Galben is a great soldier. Even if he doesn''t use his blood power, his physical quality is better than that of other orcs. Moreover, he works very hard and cultivates his fighting skills all the time. Hand to hand combat alone can be called the top of the stone crow clan.

    By this time, he had defeated five orcs in a row and was still breathless. He beat popular player olkash back again and again, kicked him to the ground and won the sixth victory.

    "Gal! Gal..."

    The orcs shouted excitedly and shouted his name. The ORC with a height of nearly two meters looked around and found that the victory had been decided, and no one among the 100 soldiers came forward to challenge.

    However, the commander also expanded willfully in mudala. He was still dissatisfied and turned his eyes to the seats of SIF and Caesar.

    The orcs followed his eyes and were stunned for a while. Suddenly a voice shouted, "fight him! SV! Fight him!"

    The cheers soon spread.

    "Fight him! Steve! Fight him!"

    Caesar:???

    Just when he hesitated, he saw that Sifu had stood up, his bent body was straight in the sound of "KaKa", took off the old robe that had always been on his body, exposed the same well-developed muscles, and began to move forward.

    "Mudara is a carnival of orcs. It is said that when the orc Empire held mudara in the past, even as the emperor of the Empire, he had to follow the tradition. When challenged, he had to fight off."

    Luna squatted on the table in front of him, holding a pancake bigger than herself, chewed it like a squirrel, and explained to Caesar: "however, even if she is defeated, it will not affect the status of the orc emperor."

    Caesar turned his eyes again.

    What is surprising is that in the arena, the great soldier gale is temporarily weak. The old leader''s experience is far beyond the reach of these young orcs. Moreover, Swift''s strength is also not weak. His fists hit the flesh and beat gale back.

    Caesar watched the scene for a while. The difference between imagination and reality made him feel toothache. What kind of caster can''t slip away when playing close combat, which is stronger than a big soldier.

    However, due to age and physical factors, the strong old patriarch couldn''t support it at the back. He stopped panting, had to admit defeat and quit the arena.

    The cheers rang out again.

    "Gal, this little boy."

    Steve smiled and returned to his seat. He shook off the dust from his robe and put it on his body again: "I almost pulled out my teeth."

    Flapjack make complaints about it.

    Caesar also wanted to take over, but found that Steve smiled deeply, raised his chin and motioned him to look down.

    All the drumming, shouting and banqueting came to an abrupt end. Caesar turned and looked down, but he saw that all the beasts were looking forward to him and waiting for the end of the real dragon.

    "Am I going too?" he asked Steve.

    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 orcs."

    "Gee, I really think of you as my own person."

    Luna whispered.

    Caesar thought about it and chose to join. He was not as deeply rooted as the dragon. He was very different from the five color dragon and the metal dragon. 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.