"This damn war is finally over!" Looking at the orcs gradually retreating, Nadal couldn't help but sigh: "Old Abel, is it really appropriate to let these orcs go like this? What if they make a comeback again?"

Also standing on the high wall, watching the orcs gradually evacuating and the bodies of the dead scattered on the battlefield, Abel shook his head: "Since both sides don't want to fight, ending this war is the best way to do it. If you continue to fight, humans will certainly win, but more people will lose their lives. As for whether the orcs will make a comeback, I cannot be sure of this. Maybe they will not come back in the short term, but when they forget the lessons brought by this war, or they are controlled by the God of Desolation, they will definitely make a comeback again."

"What should we do? This time, with the prophecy of the Black Feather Prophet and the help of your Excellency Abel, the Frostwolf tribe can support other tribes to help, but no one can guarantee that we can arrive in time next time. If we cannot block the orcs here, once they enter the Thousand Needles Forest, we will be powerless to resist." Reguer was obviously worried about the same problem. This time, he could repel the orcs, and who could guarantee that humans could repel them again next time?

At this time, Karans, who was standing aside, suddenly spoke and suggested: "Maybe we shouldn't let them go. If we kill all these orcs, it will be difficult for the orc tribe to assemble such a huge army to attack humans for at least decades."

"It may be possible to kill all these orcs once and for all, but humans will also have to pay a considerable price." Abel was not unhappy with this opinion, but he finally denied the proposal: "The fall of the elves will not only affect the elves, but also have an impact on the entire world. The invasion of the God of Desolation is one of them. At this moment, we cannot waste our power on such things. Don't forget that there are three tribes of human beings who have also been influenced by the God of Desolation."

"Damn bad Gray Maned Seeds! I knew they were not good things!" Hearing Abel mentioning the three fallen tribes, Karansse couldn't help but look angry on his face, and the expressions on the faces of the patriarchs gathered on the high wall were not very good-looking.

Although the fall of the three tribes of Grayman, Litchi and Goron have not been confirmed, no one would doubt the prophet of the Black Feather, let alone how the orcs were controlled by the God of Desolation, the patriarchs of these tribes obviously would not have had any luck.

"So we are now preparing to transfer the army to deal with the bad seeds of Gray Mane?" The patriarch of the Linglu tribe is a tall and thin middle-aged man with his hands and feet longer than others. He is not wearing animal skins or fabrics like other tribes, but clothes woven with bark and leaves, which seem a bit unique among the patriarchs.

"Not only gray mane, but also sharp teeth and Goron." The Prophet Black Feather stood beside Abel. At this time, her crow flew back and combed her feathers on the branches of the crutch in her hand. The Prophet Black Feather continued while teasing her crow, "Although it is imperative to attack the fallen ones, we have other things to do before that."

The words of the Prophet Black Feather made everyone turn their attention to her, and they don’t know what is more important than dealing with the three major fallen tribes.

"No matter what, we have won the war. Shouldn't we celebrate it?" The Prophet Black Feather turned around and looked at all the patriarchs and laughed: "Although this war is not fierce, it is enough to kill those cyclops to the warriors to show off and celebrate."

Hearing the Black Feather Prophet said this, the patriarchs naturally would not have any objections. After exchanging their eyes, they agreed to this matter.

But Abel looked at the Prophet Black Feather. He felt that what the Prophet Black Feather wanted to say was not a celebration, but she didn't say it clearly at this time. Naturally, Abel would not say it at this time. He just felt that he needed to find an opportunity to have a good chat with the prophet who could foresee the future.

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When he learned that he wanted to celebrate the victory of the war, no matter which tribe the warriors came from the heart, they cheered from the bottom of their hearts and were doing their preparations enthusiastically, as if they were much more excited than when they were preparing for combat before.

The Steel Leaf Tribe, who is good at hunting, caught all kinds of wild animals from the Thousand Needles Forest. The Frost Wolf Tribe took out the treasured wine, and the Linglu Tribe contributed the spices it carried with him. This even attracted Abel's attention. Are these guys wearing bark jackets actually carrying such things with them?

In addition, the Benliu Tribe, the Heiyu Tribe and the Feiling Tribe were also preparing themselves. Whether it was cleaning the site or setting up a bonfire, everyone was ignited with enthusiasm, and the entire Frost Wolf Tribe was filled with joy and joy.

When the sun sets and night falls, the bonfires are lit one by one. The Frostwolf tribe obviously cannot accommodate so many people, so many bonfires are even set up outside the high walls.

Although there were many cyclops' corpses outside the high wall and they had not been disposed of, just cleaning up a relatively clean open space near the high wall, no one disliked this, or boasting about their achievements with the enemy's corpses seemed to make these soldiers more excited.

The golden prey roasted on the fire and the buckets of the Frost Wolf Tribe’s treasured spirits all indicate that tonight is an exciting night. When the moon rises, the singing and dancing sounds followed, and the celebration begins!

At this time, the human tribes still retained some wild and primitive customs. The so-called music was just a big drum and some jingle things. Some people even beat it with their own weapons, which sounded a little noisy, but with everyone's laughing faces and unrestrained roars, this primitive rhythm can still infect everyone, dancing, singing, laughing, and enjoying rare happiness with them.

Sitting by a bonfire and looking at the crowd celebrating around him, Abel picked up the wine glass and couldn't help but smile. Perhaps the Black Feather Prophet was right. After the Frostwolf tribe experienced such a war, it was indeed necessary to bring such a banquet to them and dilute the grief of losing relatives in this war.
Chapter completed!