After a minute, the door of the two men slowly opened. The one who came out of the door was an old cattle orc. The old orc was leaning on a crutch, and its two sharp horns turned gray and white due to their age. The steps were a little staggering, but the sound was still loud, and even the girls could hardly understand a word.

After opening the door, McVillin and the orc elders in the village looked at each other and made a series of roars one after another. Their roars were not as good as the language of intelligent creatures of various races, and they were close to simple roars. However, if people who are more familiar with the dragon clan can find that this is actually a slightly changed dragon roar.

Since the will of the Creation God Yara gave birth to the Dragon Clan as the guardian, the dragon's roar began to echo on the earth. Their roars naturally have powerful power, and each syllable can drive the energy in the environment to produce amazing effects. Once upon a time, the goblins envied the power of the dragon and learned their roars from the dragon clan, but without the dragon's body as support, other races cannot use this roar perfectly. Even if they roar, it is difficult to be as easy as the dragon clan.

Even some extremely weak effects will consume the user's great magic power. Therefore, for such unpractical skills, the goblins eventually only use them as password lock recognition places. As for the Fourth Age, since the dragon appears very few times, the knowledge about dragon roar was almost extinct. Unexpectedly, the residents of the Dragon Dominion actually used dragon roars to communicate. Although the roar did not trigger changes in the surrounding energy, it can still be heard that this was indeed dragon roars.

The two of them yelled through the door for a long time, and then the old orc did not close the door and turned around and walked into the house. McVillin stayed at the door and said to the six people in the adventure group: "My business has been completed, and I have also introduced your situation to the elders. You can go in and talk to the elders in detail. I will go back to my own village first."

"Mr. McVelin." Katherine bowed deeply to the burly McVelin: "Although the journey is short, you have taught us a lot of knowledge and habits about the Dragon Clan and the Dragon Clan. If it weren't for you, we might have spent several times more time on ourselves and could not achieve the current results. So, thank you very much. We may not have the chance to meet again in the future, but no matter when we reach the end, we will not forget your help to us. Thank you."

McVillin put on her sunglasses again. She showed a gentle smile on her face for the first time, waved to everyone, and supported her ski poles with both hands on the snow surface, turning around without saying a word and speeding away along the road when she came. In a blink of an eye, she disappeared among the scattered buildings of Jinlong Village and could no longer be seen.

"The people of the Dragon Beggar clan are indeed as you said, and they are all very interesting." Catherine watched McVilling leave, nodded to Panis and said, "Is this way of separation also the habit of the Guardians?"

"Of course. For the Guardian clan, the lifespan of all intelligent creatures is short." Panis said: "Their lifespan is calculated in tens of thousands. Many times, they just have a sleep time, and intelligent creatures have replaced several generations. Unless they are in the same clan, there is no difference between separation and separation in their eyes. This habit has also been transmitted to the Dragon Being Clan, so they will also take this kind of thing very lightly."

"The beautiful pink fruit flowers bloom on the branches, but they wither inadvertently. When we suddenly remember the beauty of the past. When we turn to pursue, we can only see the sad beauty of the falling flowers floating in the wind." Freya held her heart with her hands, her face moved, and closed her eyes and said affectionately: "In their eyes, our lives are like flowers on the branches, and often disappear when she turns around, as if..."

"Shut up." Vivian pushed Freya hard: "Go away quickly, it's so wide and blocked at the door. Others can't even get in. Hurry up, don't be too slow."

Panis and Catherine looked at each other and smiled bitterly. Several people walked into the room in front of them together and closed the door. As expected, the seven or eight meters high house was only one floor. Not only that, but also the big house, there was actually only one room in the room, the kitchen, dining, bedroom and living room, which were concentrated in this room. Apart from the four walls, there was no wall in the room, only a few load-bearing stone pillars supporting the roof, leaving a spacious space. There were very few homes in the room, except for a few boxes and cabinets in the corner of the wall, there was only a large bed, a table and a few chairs, and there was no other home. However, on the stone floor, it was covered with thick animal skins, which were soft and comfortable when stepped on, just like stepping on a carpet.

"Come in and sit." The old orc did not let the six people sit at the table like a normal person receiving guests, but sat on the thick animal skin at will. Although his voice was different from McVillin, his speech was also slow and low: "The tribe members rarely speak common words. Although my common words have not forgotten, they are not good at speaking well. But you probably don't understand dragon words, so you can only make do with the common words. You can also make do with the same words."

"It's okay, we have communicated with Mr. McVilling many times, and we are used to it." The six people imitated the old orc and sat down on the animal skin. Catherine bent her legs and kept her seat in a straight position. She said seriously: "It's more urgent, so we came to visit without notice in advance. I hope the elders don't blame me."

"Oh." The old orc answered casually after a long time, and asked a little uncomfortable, "I heard from McVillin that you helped him eliminate several guardian enemies, and they also hold the friendship of guardians. I hope we can help you contact the guardians on the Holy Mountain and take you into the Holy Mountain?"

"Yes." Catherine nodded, and Panis took out the box containing the golden scales at the right time, opened it and placed it in front of the old orc. Catherine reached out and signaled: "This is the friendship of the Guardian. I hope the elders can see that some of us are friends with the Guardians, and make an exception to help us contact the Guardians so that we can enter the Dragon Mountains."

"Fighting Guardian?" The old orc's pupils contracted, no longer looking lazy and casual. He looked at the scales with a little respect. He looked at them with admiration for a long time before he slowly said: "Okay."

"Yeah?" Catherine was stunned. She had been in charge of the adventure team's foreign negotiation tasks. She thought about the whole way on the way here, considering how to explain the purpose to the other party, how to make the other party accept it when the other party hesitated, and how to persuade the other party to change their original ideas if the other party refused. However, she never expected that the old orc just looked at the scales and agreed directly, which made all her preparations was wasted. It was so uncomfortable that she used all her strength to punch, but hit the air. This feeling made her, who had always been calm and calm, lose her composure. She was stunned for a few seconds before sighing and said, "Don't we need anything?"

"The friend recognized by the Guardian is the friend of the Dragon Worshiping Clan." The old orc said slowly: "It is not a big problem to contact the Guardian. As for whether the Guardian allows you to enter the Holy Mountain after the contact, or even whether he is willing to lead you into the Holy Mountain in person, it is up to the Guardian to decide. We are only responsible for the contact."

"Okay." Catherine said with a wry smile: "So what should I do now?"

"Come with me now." The old orc stretched out his long and lazy waist, stood up lazily, opened the door tremblingly, tied up his skis, and walked outside the door and let out a long roar. The screams were as long as the dragon roar, spreading throughout the Jinlong Village. After the roar, the old orc was too lazy to speak, waved to everyone to follow, and then slid on the snow toward the small altar in the center of the village. Along the way, many villagers who heard the screams swayed as if they had just woken up and gathered at the same destination. As more and more villagers gathered next to the small altar, the environment became noisy. The villagers often used roars to communicate with each other, trying to figure out what was going on.

The old orc roared again, probably explaining to the villagers what was going on. The doubts in the eyes of the villagers who were inexplicably summoned gradually faded away, and they were filled with joy from the heart. Some people who were particularly excited even let out excited roars like cheers.

"A few adventurers, come up too." The old orc said, standing on the small altar. Although it is called a small altar, it is only relative to another large altar. In fact, the altar is not small at all, enough to stand down seven or eight people. When six people walked on the altar, the old orc pointed to a stone platform in the center of the altar: "Just put the guardian's friendship directly on the stone platform, and I will complete the rest of the work."

Panis took a few steps forward as he spoke and put the golden dragon's scales on the stone platform. As soon as the flashing scales were taken out, a low cry between the villagers, and his voice was filled with envy. The old orc paused his crutch, walked to the back of the stone platform to look at everyone, closed his eyes and made a series of low roars, saying that the low roar was actually not accurate. Although the sound was like a roar, it was full of strange rhythm, as if it was a strange tune. Accompanied by his roar, the villagers under the altar also roared this tune together. The roar from the dragon clan triggered a slight fluctuation of the surrounding energy, and strange energy continued to gather towards the altar.
Chapter completed!