Chapter 1044： Ogures mountains (1/2)

To the west of the Loren continent, the ancestral peak towers high on the ground.

This majestic mountain stands in the hinterland of the Ogure tribal nation like a giant beast with its head high and glaring at the sky, as the "fangs" of the mountain have been pierced into the clouds. Its three branches extend to the territories of orcs, humans, and gray elves, and its huge mountain itself is the homeland of the spirit race and the elves for generations to survive-for everyone living on this land, this Each mountain has a very special meaning, and for this reason, when the city-states of the Ogure tribe state decided to become a unity, they unanimously chose to build their common capital at the foot of the ancestral peak: the holy helmet city.

In the Ogure tribal state, the five main races usually manage their internal affairs independently, and the cities coexisting with multiple races operate on their own like independent city states. However, if there are major events involving the entire tribal state, the "Five Kings" They will gather in the city of Helm to discuss the future of this land.

In the center of Helm City, in the tallest domed hall in the city, the leaders of humans, gray elves, spirit races, elves, and orcs are gathering at a round table, discussing several important things, the leader of the gray elves, Wenna. Bai Zhi is among them, but at the moment it is a little wandering. Her gaze crossed the extraordinarily tall orc leader Ms. Camilla sitting across from her, crossed the open terrace at the end of the hall, and landed on the ancestral peak in the background of the city-the high mountain peak. Standing next to the city of Helm, there is a pale golden sunset shining on its surface at this moment, and the whole mountain is facing the sunset, looking brilliant.

Wenna sat on a special high chair like this, and spent a long time in a daze, until Wycliffe, who was sitting next to her, called her back from her absent-minded state: "Wenna, Wenna— —Don’t be in a daze."

The patriarch of the gray elf, Ji Ling, woke up, first subconsciously glanced at the human leader who had just awakened him-this middle-aged man with short silver hair always had a smile on his face, and this time was no exception. -Then she looked at several other positions around the round table.

Ms. Camilla, who is tall and has feline features, is sitting on the opposite side. She frowns with dissatisfaction. The leader of the spirit race, Stuer, is sitting next to Camilla, this man with light blue skin. People" always have a contemplative expression on his face, and it is difficult for outsiders to understand his current emotions. Opposite Stour is Stella, the leader of the fairy, this small lady is sitting in her favorite high-back chair, The high-back chair is placed on a stack of books, the book is placed on a small bench, and the small bench is placed on the table-this large stack makes her the highest person on the scene, but it does not increase her majesty in the slightest.

"Ah—" Wenna finally recovered completely, and she blinked, "It's time for me to speak? Where are we discussing?"

"Wenna, it's not a good habit to be distracted at important meetings," Camilla sighed, with a nice hoarse texture in her voice. As a friend from childhood to adulthood and an out-of-heart orc, she never minded Criticizing Wenna Baizhi's shortcomings in a formal and private occasion, "What we are discussing is related to the future of the entire tribal nation."

"Of course, of course, I know-I just don't think this matter itself needs to be discussed for so long," Wenna nodded repeatedly, "About the'invitation' of Emperor Cecil-we have no reason to refuse. Both politically and economically, the benefits of joining this new alliance outweigh the risks..."

"In fact, we have reached a consensus just now on this point—just when you were distracted to admire the scenery," Wycliffe said with a smile on his face. "We are discussing another matter, according to Emperor Cecil. The idea mentioned in the letter, Stella just made a very constructive suggestion..."

Wenna opened her eyes suddenly, she subconsciously looked in the direction of Stella, and saw that the lady with the big palm was standing on the stack of books she was the "throne", and she was very proud of her. Appearance, this made her feel bad at once: "Stella's opinion? And are you still discussing it seriously?"

"Wenna, there are prejudices in your words," Stuer said, with a deep and mysterious tone in his tone, "You should listen to the content of this'Opinion' first."

"Well, I'm listening," Wenna looked at Stour, "How exactly?"

"The Ogure tribal country has a completely different order from other countries. Every country in the mainland knows that we are governed by five kings," Stour said in a low voice. "So Stella suggested that we send five representatives to the five'royal families'. At the Silver Outpost, I told Emperor Cecil that the political structure of the Ogure tribal state is so loose-if it succeeds, then we will have five votes in the future."

Although she had already guessed what this "constructive opinion" was in her mind, what Stuer said still exceeded Wenna's imagination. She couldn't help but glance at Stella with admiration, and then looked strangely. To others: "...so what about your opinion?"

"We have finished voting, just wait for your opinion," Wycliffe said, "I actually think this proposal is very attractive, but my reason does not allow me to do things according to my liking, so I voted against it. "

"I'm also against it," Stuer shook his head. "This is nonsense, and it even harms the face and prestige of the tribal nation."

Camilla waved his hand: "I didn't think so much, I just thought it was too stupid, so I opposed it."

"That's not it," Wenna opened her hand, "I object to it too-the reason is that the three of you add up."

Then she looked in Stella's direction: "Well, everyone except you objected, we can move on to the next topic."

Stella suddenly returned to her chair in frustration, seeming to have murmured a few words by the way, but the people at the scene had already taken it off. They believed that the optimistic goblin leader would cheer up again before the next topic started. .

"Let’s discuss the “Magic Net Hub” for the last time," Wycliffe glanced at the meeting schedule in his hand, and his gaze fell on Stewar, Camilla and Stella. "First of all, I’m very I am glad that we finally reached a consensus last month and passed the plan to set up a magic net hub on the peak of the ancestors. Now we have successfully set up a temporary verification device, but as of last week, this device has been... some problems."

"The problem is big," Stella really cheered up. She stood up and made a quick and clear voice. "The magic obelisks used for testing are working normally at the foot of the mountain, but they only need to be transported to the top of the mountain. , The interference immediately increased-although the magic transmission is not a problem, the signal is full of clutter. Our scholars have been studying for several days, and the current conclusion is that the interference comes from the outside world, and the structure or malfunction of the obelisk itself Nothing..."

"The superstitious mountain people think that the sleeping souls in the peak of the ancestors are making noise in the crystal of the obelisk, because the obelisk disturbs their sleep," Stewar said in a deep voice, "so now apart from technical means In addition to solving the problem, we are still devoting our energy to appease the uneasiness of the mountain people."

"Actually, I thought of a good idea before," Stella waved her arm. "Let's just say that the magic obelisk can communicate with the spirits of the ancestors. After it is built, it can be used to chat with the ancestors. Maybe the mountain people supported it instead... but you still all opposed it."