"Hu." A blazing flames made a loud noise, burning even more vigorously, attracting loud cheers from onlookers. Seven or eight shirtless strong bull men surrounded the campfire, with traditional beast fur clothing around their waists, beautiful ornaments wrapped around the corners of their heads, and shiny golden horns on the top. The strong men held a torch with their right hands, and the horny feet under them were pedaling with unique dance steps. The hard soles of their feet were stepped on the stone slabs that were paved in advance. The crisp impact sounds connected together, forming a percussion with a strange rhythm, which was quite interesting in the lively party.

"Roar, roar!" The strong men of the cattle tribe roared in unison and raised their torches toward the sky. The orcs watching, regardless of men and women, cheered loudly. The pungent wine was poured into the herdsmen like water, but the herdsmen still yelled excitedly as if nothing had happened.

In the most noble position around the fire, there was no place where a few pieces of animal skin were spread out like the orcs, but used tables and chairs to take care of human habits. Several long and narrow tables were arranged in a concave shape, each occupying one. In fact, using such tables to receive humans was a habit of more than two thousand years ago. However, few humans appeared in this relatively closed tribe, and it has been passed down.

Five people, including Marcia, sat in the middle of the banquet. The tribal leader, priest and several elders accompanied each other on the left and right sides. As for the tiger man Palchi, who had been together for a few days, was most familiar with everyone, and was fortunate to get in here and sit at the end. There was a fire in the middle of the concave banquet. The stag hunted by Diana had moved here after roughly roasting. The rabbit girl with the best cooking skills in the tribe was carefully taken care of, and the secret oil and spices were carefully applied to the cut pieces of venison. Various seasonings could easily penetrate into the meat, making the meat more tender and delicious.

In fact, according to the initial arrangement, the prey of these guests was originally arranged to be exclusively enjoyed by the guests. Others who accompanied them ate the food from their own tribe. However, Panis made his own decision to let the other party share the prey. Even though the elders of the tribe opposed it many times, Panis still insisted on his own requirements. The girls who did not understand the customs of the tribe were originally surprised, and even worried that this persistence would violate the customs of the tribe and caused conflicts, but out of trust in Panis, the girls still did not stop him and allowed him to play it out.

Unexpectedly, at the insistence of Panis, the elders seemed overjoyed after accepting their proposal. The tone of speaking and reception methods were much closer. After Panis's secret explanation, the girls realized that in the customs of the orc tribe, although everyone's prey should be shared, the prey of the most noble guests can only be enjoyed by themselves and no one can covet it. However, in accordance with it, if the most noble guests insist on sharing their prey with the orcs in the tribe, it means that these guests regard the orcs as close friends rather than strangers, which will make them very happy. Those who are willing to treat this as blood brothers who share life and death.

Therefore, when the majestic buck was cut by the chef commander of Panis and sent to the hands of members of each tribe, the whole tribe was boiling. It was originally just a formal welcome party, but because of this action, the enthusiasm of the orcs was ignited and turned into a carnival that every member of the tribe participated. Catherine, Lina and Vivian also made their own decisions because of Panis's self-deprecating. After harvesting countless sincere feelings, they also harvested a full table of food.

The orc families who received the venison meat all rushed to the venue by the bonfire with the best food in their homes and wanted to share it with the human brothers and sisters. If it weren't for the loud scolding of the elders and the desperate dissuasion of the girls, the accumulated food would probably be enough to flood everyone's table. For this reason, Catherine had a sudden idea, asking everyone to put all the food they prepared to contribute around the bonfire, and everyone could share the food they contributed together, turning the welcome party into a common feast where all fell.

I have to admit that Catherine's on-the-spot response was still very much in orc's preference. This can be seen from the smiles on the faces of several orc elders. The elderly with all-white hair and beards were laughing from ear to ear, which made the girls really worried about whether they would laugh out loud.

"Come on, brothers and sisters." Although the tribe leader was covered in white hair, he looked steady at this time, carrying two large bowls of strong wine. There were younger generations who helped him carry a few more bowls, and said to everyone in the adventure group: "Everyone is willing to accept the entrustment to help us solve this life-and-death problem, and is willing to be brothers with ordinary orcs who are not even professionals. I really don't know how to express my gratitude. Please drink all this glass of wine. If you have any help in the future, you can ask us whether it is in this mission or after the mission is over. As long as we, the group of people, will never refuse."

"Thank you, the old leader." Catherine took the lead in taking the bowl from the old man. Although the old man called this a glass of wine, it was actually larger than the big bowl that served soup in a foreign restaurant. A full bowl of wine was at least half a kilogram or more, and it smelled quite strong. Fortunately, Lina and Vivian had sufficient reasons not to touch alcohol. The orcs still respected the special requirements of the spell caster, just as no one would go to pour wine to an orc shaman. Although the shaman sometimes drinks alcohol, the quantity must be strictly controlled by himself, otherwise it would be tantamount to murder. Therefore, no one toasted Lina and Vivian, so that the two of them could watch the fun easily. However, Pennis had already shined, and most of the orcs who came to toast were all given the sacred place.

Panis blocked it, and the big bowl of strong wine disappeared into Panis's mouth like running water. Panis's eyes became brighter and brighter and faster, which made these rough orcs admire them. However, there were always some toasts that Panis could not block for her. For example, this time, the old leader could only smile bitterly and took the huge wine bowl, barely poured the wine in one breath, and said as usual: "We are professional in dealing with these problems, so we don't need everyone's help. We will do our best to solve this trouble. Everyone just need to wait with peace of mind. But old leader, don't worry, if there is really something to ask for help, I will definitely come to everyone for help, and I will definitely not be polite to everyone."

Catherine herself does not hate drinking, or she actually prefers drinking more than ordinary women, and even more than many men. But this does not mean that she is willing to accept such a throat-cutting spirit, nor does it mean that she likes to pour such spirits down at one time. In fact, she prefers soft and mellow wine or wine with endless aftertaste. So when the old leader returned to her seat with satisfaction, Catherine was crying and took the juice secretly handed over by Panis to rinse her mouth.

Fortunately, there was food, and the food was brought in time. The chef who carefully roasted venison finally brought the roasted venison up and served a plate on each table. It was a large piece of golden barbecue, which used the best and most tender inner meat of the stag, and the non-coarse and thin muscles, and cooked in a moderately cooked manner. Cut a piece of the golden surface of the meat, and every position inside was roasted by fire, while the roasting at each position was just right. Just visually, you can feel its tender taste.

Catherine quickly cut off a piece of meat and stuffed it into her mouth, relieved the spicy taste in her mouth, and then she recovered and said to several elders: "Elders, we are going to set out into the mountain tomorrow, so please help me advise you all orc brothers. If you want to continue drinking, you can wait for us to come back. Otherwise, if anyone gets drunk, it may take another day to delay tomorrow."

Catherine's reason also made the old orcs worried. After whispering for a moment, an old man hurriedly got up and left. Soon he heard the old man shouting loudly scolding the young orcs by the fire. Catherine finally felt relieved and rubbed her blushing face due to the stimulation of alcohol, and said seriously: "About this commission, the general situation of the Palchi brothers have already introduced to us. I wonder if the elders have any other supplements or special requirements?"

Several old men looked at each other and finally turned their eyes to the leader of the tribe. The old leader slowly put down the wine bowl and the bones in his hands, and whispered: "Actually, we just want to restore the scope of the undead to the range of two years ago. As long as they do not disturb the grazing and life of the surrounding tribes, we will be satisfied."

"Where was the scope of the undead at that time?" Catherine asked, "Can you tell us about the scope?"

"This..." the old leader said in embarrassment: "We are not very clear about this. After all, no one wants to get close to the place where the dead are infested, so it is really difficult to judge if it is too specific."

"That's a problem." Catherine explained: "Only by knowing the original location of the undead, can we infer the exact location that caused the undead's abnormal movement. Although Marcia had visited once before and found the place where the undead gathered. However, according to some information behind, the area was quite large. If the scope could not be further narrowed, it would probably take a lot of time to find it."

"The most specific location can only be reduced to the three mountains of Blood Mist Mountain, Baiji Mountain and Guixue Mountain." The old leader said: "For many years, there have been undead on these three mountains, so fewer and fewer people are approaching. As for whether the range behind changes, no one knows."

"Uh..." Catherine asked awkwardly: "Where are those three mountains?"
Chapter completed!