Evolution: Conqueror - Chapter 129

Torug’s POV,

‘a wedding in a natural woodland setting that’s what I’d call this’.

In the Orc lands, it is tradition for the females to get a traditional, temporary tattoo on the day of their wedding. well, that’s If they were marrying a Chief and the second condition was for them to be the first wife.

It is seen as a sign of honor and loyalty.

This material used in making the tattoo is actually the sap of a ‘Bolly’ tree, Trees that glowed light blue in the dark, same material smudged onto the wooden pillars all over town in the shape of a palm or moon.

Everyone was excited as the villagers began to chatter, there was a huge bonfire just any other bonfire night. Urim and I stood on a platform that was made at the center of the town hall, with Urim’s spot slightly lower than mine in height.

Several blue mana stones were set in place, the light it normally releases, fluctuating lightly at our Feet.

“Brother…did you have to make us do this the same time?” Urim complained and I couldn’t help but snorting at the guy, “It’s too late to complain now, besides, shouldn’t you be happy about a free wedding?!”.

“…”

“Speechless?” I couldn’t help laughing lightly.

At this time, everyone began to quieten down.

“hmph!”

Presiding over this occasion was supposed to be the oldest in the clan but as Dabok wasn’t around, Vaggi had to take over as the second eldest. Vaggi’s an old female orc with a fat body and wrinkled skin, testimony of her low evolution ranking, after all she was just 68 this year. Compared to the more serious and m.a.t.u.r.e Dabok, she was rather playful and loved to prank others from time to time but remained serious when needed to. She was amongst those who came from Sker’s clan way back.

At some point she became the head mid wife of sort, with a rather good reputation in the clan and everyone liked her when she was quiet, after all she speaks the old orcish tongue which only few of the young ones understood her words.

Right now, she was dressed in a tight gray robe that looked like one of those seized from the Greyeye clan hideout. obviously it belonged to Paximus as it didn’t fit her fat orcish body, her grayish white hair made it Dreadlocks with some bones used as accessories.

Funnily enough, I hear she’s a witch… too bad she’s not evolved yet, that would definitely change with the next big territory upgrade.

“my Chief!” she salutes before slowly heading to a corner, muttering something. In her hand was a bowl of the Bolly tree sap, it looked like a bowl of glowing light blue liquid.

With my understanding, I couldn’t help thinking, ‘That must have been prepared for Nazu’.

“Thank you” I say to her and she smiled, “I always wanted to do this once”.

“…”

“You have done well, child” She says to Gilgar in playful tone, to which the latter nodded repeatedly while shyly spying on Urim. If we didn’t have green skins perhaps both of them would be beet red.

Vaggi then turned to the absent minded Nazu who stared blankly at the light blue liquid in the bowl.

Seeing this, Vaggi sighed before saying lightly, “You hold great burden child…it is not time for thoughts”.

Returning to her senses, She responds to the old one, “What do you mean?”.

“…” Vaggi said nothing but dipped her right index finger and the middle finger into the bowl resting on his left hand.

With a slower pace than before, she took the stained fingers and Drew a moon shaped symbol on Nazu’s forehead.

From there she moved, drawing other symbols across Nazu’s skin.

As she did this, the other females began to mutter things in between grunts as they clapped along, this gave things a mysterious feeling.

I on the other hand watched all this curiously. With each mark done, it would glow, making Nazu flinch at the same time.

When Vaggi was done, She used what was left to draw three messy lines on each side of Gilgar’s cheeks and then there was silence.

The only sound was the sound of Urim breathing close to me and the Bonfire in the distance.

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Meanwhile, as all this was happening, Dabok and the others arrived at the Town gates.

Haran repeatedly nodded her head as the she admired the walls and gate

“Dabok… The Doesn’t seem to be doing too bad” She says.

“…”

“You old Orc, why aren’t you saying anything?” Haran asks while repeatedly poking Dabok’s side.

After being pestered for a while, they arrived at the gates and Dabok finally opened his mouth again, “The prince is Dead”.

There was a strange silence in the air and even though Haran wished to ask more questions, she told herself that she would get all the answers accordingly before following after Dabok.

Once they came in, She noticed the Mana stones that were used for lightening and the glowing Palm prints.

When she saw the material used for the glowing Palm prints was the Bolly tree’s sap, she recalled Dabok saying that today was someone’s ceremony of souls.

Dabok on the other hand, silently lead them to the Town Hall where the ceremony had long proceeded forward, at this time Nazu and Gilgar were offering wine to their partners as they knelt before them.

This attracted their attention as they noticed that the ceremony seemed to be the Chief’s.

Haran’s eye soon dilated as she noticed the red hair on the bride, then a strange feeling of closeness and sadness began to well up within her warrior’s heart as memories of that day struggled to resurface.

She looked at Dabok with shock in her face and the latter simply nodded before adding, “You can test it if you want”.

As soon as his words were done, the sound of cheering attracted their attention, the grooms accepted the bride’s offer and they would now head to the groom’s abode as the people escort them back.

Seeing all this, Haran became conflicted with no idea on what to do now. this was the effect Torug wanted and he acted like he didn’t see the their group.

Moz’s POV,

I had been watching the ceremony and somehow couldn’t help feeling envious.

‘I have no right to be?… right?’ I asked myself for the eighth time this night.

By my side was my wolf, for some reason, it had been following me around all evening.

“Don’t you want to go to your people?”I asked but it only stared at me silently.

Then a cheer came from the town hall.

“…”

I silently walked around the village but somehow found myself by the lake. the ever silent black moon lake.

Any form of light seemed to be s.u.c.k.e.d up by it, except the purple moon. It’s reflection was on the lake’s surface.

With a sigh, I decided to sit down.

“Do you think I still have a chance?” I asked my wolf and as expected it only licked my face in response but before I could laugh at myself, a voice answered…

“You don’t know… unless you try”