Quick Travel: Card Destroyer

Chapter 68 Commission [-] ([-])

When she was still in the restricted area, Dorothy once asked the old patriarch: "Grandma, since the priests have disappeared, why do you still keep those useless flags? And that big stage, don't you think it takes up a lot of space? No. Can’t it be used as a training ground if it’s flat?”

Whenever young people ask about this topic, the old lion will say earnestly: "The priests are gone, but the Jessia restricted area is still there! This altar was built by the last two priests who guarded our tribe. I hope they can guard this place." For the sake of this pure land, I will keep their traces no matter what..."

There was one thing that Dorothy never told Hummingbird—or rather, Hummingbird never mentioned the altar, and she couldn't even remember it—that the Forbidden City hated the priest.

They hated it so much that they destroyed almost all the altars. Only Dorothy and her tribe's old chiefs insisted on keeping them. Most of the tribesmen didn't know that the high platform filled with shabby flags had prayed for them for thousands of years.A long time ago, the old patriarch insisted on keeping that high platform. Later, they got used to it. They felt that leaving this platform was convenient for announcing important matters, and gradually they no longer gossiped about the old patriarch.

"Why not destroy our altar like other tribes?" The same question took root in the minds of some older tribesmen.Dorothy had no doubt that once the old leader failed to survive this winter, there would be a battle for the throne in the tribe.

To gain everyone's trust, an orc who wants to seize the throne will definitely promise to destroy the altar.

And they hate the priests so much that they insist on erasing the traces of the priests' existence. The reason is that when humans invaded Koya Island more than 20 years ago, the priests were the first to surrender.

Originally, the priests had the power to move the wind and rain, and the battles between different tribes could also reflect the strength of the priests. As a result, they, who should stand up to protect the orcs, became the first to defect.

This also allowed humans to march in and quickly disintegrate the entire orc alliance on Koya Island.

When talking about this matter the night before leaving, Grandma Lion said: "No, it's not like that... Those priests just want to learn advanced human technology, but they didn't expect that humans didn't take them seriously from the beginning. If you don’t pay attention, there will be no one around you.”

Eyes blurred by old age stared at Dorothy and asked word by word: "Do you want to know the truth?"

No one wanted to know the truth, so Dorothy said, "Of course!"

The old patriarch sighed heavily, with a sad face: "What really hurts us is arrogance! We have always been arrogant towards species other than orcs. We feel that our innate conditions are good enough and despise those 'external things', but you think, there are After acquiring the 'external objects', the original deficiencies were made up, and the already strong areas became even more powerful... Of course, the priests were too impatient and lured the wolf into the house, so they quickly took remedial measures."

The little Hummingbird and the Little Black Maine sent to the human world by the previous generation of Hummingbird and Black Maine are the last hope of the priests.

"They don't even have names! In order to perfectly integrate into human society, they have given up too much. Until now... at least while I am alive, the altar cannot be destroyed. I am here and the altar is there!"

The old lioness raised her loose-skinned arm and patted Dorothy on the shoulder. Twenty years ago, this arm was still tightly supported by muscles and a moderate amount of fat.

After nearly a month of contact with hummingbirds and human society, Dorothy finally fully understood what the old patriarch said at that time.

The real reason why the old patriarch wanted to keep the last altar despite the opposition was that the two surviving priests had a secret way of communicating with the restricted area, and the altar was needed for communication.

However, according to Hummingbird, the contact conditions are rather stringent, otherwise the two young priests would not have considered this method of contact until now.

All the way safe and sound.

Hummingbird had arranged witchcraft to confuse the audience, and Dorothy, who had just left the restricted area, saw the priest perform mysterious witchcraft for the first time.

After returning to the stronghold safely, Dorothy suppressed her eagerness to meet the rescued children and hurried back to the house to catch up on her sleep, also to avoid possible searches that would follow.

After confirming that the visitor to the restricted area was in a deep sleep, Hummingbird walked into the bathroom, locked the door, then pressed one hand against the door and muttered something.After a series of obscure spells were recited, dim lines slowly appeared on the door, and soon darkened.She dialed the phone and heard the calm voice of Black Maine: "I won the trophy."

"Congratulations." Hummingbird said calmly.

"How are you over there?"

"It went pretty well. The resistance's performance exceeded my expectations. Also, there is good news. There is still a witchcraft anchor in the restricted area."

Black Maine hummed softly on the phone.

"But I still feel so tired," Hummingbird turned and leaned against the door, choosing a relatively relaxed position to continue the call. "The restricted area has always had a wrong attitude toward us, and they..."

Black Maine interrupted in time: "I understand, they are still insisting on the same old thing, right? It's useless. It was their branch that obstructed our seniors at all times back then, and the orcs fell to this!"

The words were full of hatred, and it was difficult for Hummingbird to imagine the expression on the plain face opposite him through the phone.

Will you gnash your teeth?Or just frowning?

The real reason for the decline of the orcs is neither the collective betrayal of the priests spread by word of mouth in the restricted area, nor the priests who the old lioness believed were too hasty and accidentally attracted wolves into the house, but... pure factional fighting.

The dominant faction in the restricted area today believes that the priests use mysterious witchcraft to dominate one family, which is unfair to other orcs. Therefore, they must try to eliminate the priests and prevent the priests from oppressing other orcs from happening again.

After that, this faction that advocated the "theory of superiority of the original body" launched a long internal fight and hunt for the priests. When humans invaded Koya Island, they were fighting in full swing, and because they had been targeted for a long time, Most of the mysterious witchcraft was lost, and the priests had only talents but no usable spells, and they gradually fell into a disadvantage.

Traitors do exist, but firstly, most of the orcs' power was spent on internal competition, and they were already fragile. If they were poked by the outside, they would fall like dominoes one after another. Secondly, the theory of primal superiority had an advantage in the later stage, and after the establishment of the restricted zone, They even overhauled the history books and sent their angry priests to hell. This meant that the history Dorothy knew had been tampered with, and the "truth" the old patriarch knew had many errors and omissions due to various reasons.

If the older generation of black Maine Coons and hummingbirds had not sent out their offspring in time, I am afraid that the "priest" group would have been truly extinct.

The last two young priests who survived could not withstand another internal purification by the "primarch superiority" group in the restricted area.

"If it's nothing, I'll hang up." After a long silence, Black Maine said suddenly.

Without waiting for Hummingbird to respond, she hurriedly hung up the phone and quickly stuffed the phone into her pocket.

But she was still a little slow to react. The caracal "Netherworld Red Wine" had already wrapped its arms around Black Maine's flexible waist, and touched the mobile phone that was hastily put into her pocket: "Who were you chatting with just now? Are you announcing the good news to your family? ?”

　Some forbidden past events...

　　Daily stuck.

　　The world of beast girls should be coming to an end soon.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)