Steel, Guns, and the Industrial Party in Another World-Chapter 577: Debate 3
Chapter 577: Debate 3
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“Grand Chieftain! I have a different opinion.” Others also began to clamour, each stating their own ideas. Naturally, there were those who wanted to fight Ordo, and also those who wanted to continue eastward to unite all the orcs.
Although Eugene was the Grand Chieftain’s confidant, and Aguire was his son, the other orc generals still expressed their opinions.
Although Abal was keen to learn from the human world and hoped to establish a complete administrative system of hierarchy, the King’s Tent at this time had not yet formed the human order where superiors and inferiors each knew their place. Everyone could speak their minds without reservation.
Abal smiled and nodded at each subordinate who offered advice, but he did not say whose opinion he would ultimately adopt.
Only after the great tent had quieted down did he turn his gaze to a small, thin figure beside him.
During the heated discussion just now, this figure had remained silent, quietly listening to others talk at length without uttering a single word. If an ordinary orc had been permitted to enter the Grand Chieftain’s tent, he would have, in all likelihood, overlooked this inconspicuous figure if no one had pointed him out.
But the Grand Chieftain of the orcs, Abal, showed him a respect he had never shown to anyone else.
“Respected Great Shaman, what is your opinion?”
Hearing the Grand Chieftain’s call, the Great Shaman of the King’s Tent…Otasi…slowly lifted his eyelids.
Shamans played an extremely important role in orc society. The orcs generally believed in the Spirit of the Plains, which they also called the spirits of their ancestors, because they firmly believed that the soul of every orc who died would eventually merge with the will of these plains. And the shaman was the medium who communicated between the living beings of the plains and the Spirit of the Plains. Finding pastures, locating water sources, predicting the weather, divining fortunes, and healing illnesses…all these activities were conducted by shamans. More importantly, because the orcs had no written language, major events in orc history were passed down orally by the shamans. It was from the mouths of shamans that the orcs learned of their ancestors’ deeds. Because of the importance of shamans, every orc tribe of a larger size had a shaman.
The shamans maintained their own mystical traditions, and the shamans of the Zalg Clan were the noblest of all shamanic lines. The noble shamanic tradition, combined with the great deeds of leading the orcs against the humans, ultimately created the unique King’s Tent on the plains.
This old orc…yes, Otasi was not young. He was older than Eugene in the tent. Almost no one could say his specific age; perhaps even he himself had forgotten how old he was. His body was stooped, and his long, greyish-white beard trailed on the ground, making him look more like an old human man who neglected his beard than an orc.
He glanced at the crowd with his cloudy eyes and said in a hoarse voice, “My opinion is not important, but I hope everyone will take seriously the guidance the Spirit of the Plains has given us.”
“Oh!” The crowd had already focused their attention on the Great Shaman along with the Grand Chieftain, and upon hearing his words, they all gasped in surprise.
“Is the Spirit of the Plains guiding us? Great Shaman, speak quickly.”
The young Kalem, however, had a thought…the old man looked like he had just been dozing off, but he immediately banished this disrespectful idea from his mind.
“Under the guidance of the Spirit of the Plains, I saw…” the Great Shaman continued, “To the south of the Great Plains, a terrifying whirlwind is gathering. If we do not take precautions, it will become a world-destroying disaster that will eventually sweep across the entire continent. Orcs, humans, dwarves…no living creature on this land will be spared.”
Due to the Great Shaman’s status, no one in the tent doubted his words, so they were all shocked by their severity.
“A disaster that will sweep the entire continent?” Grand Chieftain Abal asked blankly. This was a heavy blow to his ambitions. He certainly did not care about the lives of humans and dwarves, but it would be no fun if the orcs were also drawn into it.
“South?” He grasped the key point. “But, the southern powers, Ordo and Gabella, are both in crisis to varying degrees!”
“Yes, respected Grand Chieftain. I can even point out that it is a great crisis, great enough to destroy their nations. The Spirit of the Plains told me so,” Otasi said. “But do you know of a divine bird in human mythology? Phoenix, the immortal bird. When its life is about to end, it throws itself into a raging fire. Roasted by the flames, it is born anew, more refined and powerful than before.”
Abal calmed down and continued to ask, “Then… is it specifically Ordo, or Gabella, or… the Holy See?”
Great Shaman Otasi shook his head. “That is information I could not obtain from the guidance of the Spirit of the Plains. We can only rely on the wisdom of you and your generals to judge.”
“Alright, alright,” Grand Chieftain Abal repeated softly.
The Great Shaman’s words had made it clear in everyone’s hearts that the next direction of attack would definitely be a human nation, either Ordo or Gabella. Ꞧ𝓪ℕ∅ＢĘŞ
“In that case, let’s see which side presents a breakthrough,” his eyes glinted with a fearsome ferocity. “Eugene!”
“Grand Chieftain, your orders,” the old orc responded.
“Contact that ‘prince’. Incite him, provoke him, don’t let him dream all day without daring to act. Tell him that as long as he is willing, the mighty orc army can immediately become his backer and help him reclaim his right of inheritance.”
Abal looked at his eldest son. “Aguire!”
“I am here, Father,” he replied.
“Keep a close watch on the developments in Gabella. any movement to me immediately.”
“As you command, Father.” Aguire’s face was filled with excitement.
After giving all his instructions, Abal seemed to be speaking to everyone, and also to himself, “Now we’ll see which side can achieve a breakthrough first.” Then he looked at the crowd and said, “According to the Great Shaman’s meaning, we must nip this disaster in the bud.”
In the days that followed, the Grand Chieftain’s orders spread like the wind across the plains. Countless orc riders carried Abal’s commands to the tribes loyal to the King’s Tent.
Following Grand Chieftain Abal’s orders, the orcs began to prepare their weapons and armour, to ready grain for the march, and to fatten the warhorses that had grown thin over the winter.
When the second command arrived, it would be the Grand Chieftain summoning them to join the army. At that time, the vast and mighty orc cavalry would destroy any enemy that dared to stand in their way.
Chapter 577: Debate 3
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