Chapter 185: The Holy Girl of the Beast Clan

The sky on the Hanging River Prairie is blue, but the hearts of all the orcs are gray. Because, their spiritual sustenance, the prophet Ron returns to the embrace of the God of War.

Ron is the spiritual leader of the entire beast clan. His death even made the beast king Charlie, the iron-blooded warrior who had been fighting with Caesar for decades, cry out.

Ron had an unparalleled status during his lifetime, and after his death, what he said still had supreme authority!

Joan of Arc, this seven-year-old cat girl, became the new prophet of the beast race because of Ron's words!

Ron's funeral enjoyed the same treatment as worshiping the God of War. In order to handle Ron's funeral well, the entire Xuanhe prairie seemed to have stopped operating. Even the patriarch of the pig tribe begged Chu Tian not to save his tribe members, but to attend Ron's funeral first.

Today, the city of Haigal was covered with a layer of blood red, because in the hearts of orcs, only the color of blood can represent the highest honor of a warrior!

In the hall in front of the Beast King Palace, Chu Tian stood on the altar in the center, staring at the corpse of Ron who was slowly being carried, as well as Joan of Arc and Maslow, the Nether Wolf.

Only the best funeral is worthy of Ron's identity, and the most solemn funeral on the mainland is presided over by the Holy Sacrifice! Therefore, Chu Tian could not resist the request of the Beast King, so he had to bite the bullet and preside over the funeral.

Fortunately, the orcs don’t like red tape, and even the funeral of the prophet is very simple, so Chu Tian, ​​the charlatan, did not make a fool of himself.

After some simple rituals, Ron's body was carried to the square in front of the royal city, where a bonfire had risen.

Chu Tian and Joan of Arc stood in front of the bonfire, watching Ron return to the embrace of the God of War. Others, including the Beast King Charlie, could only cry in the distance.

Joan of Arc's face still had no trace of sadness, and he was still the mature look that was not consistent with his age.

"Prophet Joan of Arc, aren't you sad?" Chu Tian asked in a low voice while there was no one around.

"There is life and death. No one can change his destiny, even the ancient gods cannot." Joan of Arc looked expressionless and just watched the teacher's body disappear in the flames. "Since it cannot be changed, there is no use for sadness. His Highness Vladino, are you right?"

Chu Tian felt strange. He was also a child, and Chu Tian was not even afraid of Murphyt in his heyday, but Joan of Arc made Chu Tian feel a chill from the bottom of his heart.

"As sooner or later, I will die," Joan of Arc continued, "If possible, I hope that your Highness can preside over my funeral."

"The Prophet is only seven years old this year, so he already thinks about what happened after his death?" Chu Tian asked, "And I am older than you, maybe you are presiding over my funeral."

"No." Joan of Arc shook his head slightly. "You must be the one who presided over my funeral."

Praise the goddess of life! Chu Tian thought to himself: I really don’t know how Ron educated Joan of Arc. At such a young age, he already has such a profound level of charlatan.

"Don't you believe it?" Joan of Arc raised his head and smiled faintly, "How about we make a bet?"

"How to bet?" Chu Tian also smiled.

"Join the bet who dies first!" Joan of Arc seemed to have become indifferent to life and death. He said, "If I die first, then please preside over the funeral for me. If you die first, then I will preside over the funeral for you."

Gambling a life and death with a seven-year-old orc girl. Chu Tian suddenly felt a ridiculous feeling, but he still said, "Okay, that's it."

After saying that, Chu Tian narrowed his eyes and smiled, "But you will definitely lose! Prophet Ron has predicted that I cannot return to Caesar alive."

"Haha, the teacher also makes mistakes." Joan of Arc chuckled and said, "As long as you go back alive, with the blood of the Dragon Emperor in your body, you will definitely live longer than me."

"Do you know I have Dragon Emperor's blood?" Chu Tian sterned, narrowed his eyes and said anxiously: "Is it Ron who told you?"

"The teacher hasn't said it." Joan of Arc wiped the crystal ball in his hand - Ron's relics, and said: "Don't forget, I am also a prophet and have the ability to predict!"

"Can you predict too?" Chu Tian felt like he was stripped naked.

"Don't worry, I can't predict everything yet." Joan of Arc said: "At least, I don't know what disaster you will bring to the beasts."

"Then you dare to keep me on the prairie?" Chu Tianqi said.

Ron has already said that Chu Tian staying in the prairie will bring devastating disaster to the beast tribe. But Joan of Arc did not let Chu Tian leave. What does this new prophet mean? Chu Tian didn't understand.

"If the disaster really comes, he will not stop because of your departure." Joan of Arc's face was a little lonely.

The two of them were quiet for a while, and in the entire square, there seemed to be only the sound of Ron's body shaking, and the sobs of some orcs in the distance.

Gradually, it was getting dark.

After hesitating for a long time, Chu Tian asked a question he was most concerned about, "Can you see my future?"

"Do you want to know your future?" Joan of Arc raised his head and stared at Chu Tian.

"Yes, I want to know." Chu Tian nodded.

On the contrary, Joan of Arc shook his head, pointed to the distant starry sky, and said slowly: "The teacher said that every star in the sky represents a life. Three years ago, a star that did not belong to this sky appeared. He disturbed the entire sky of the Phantom Beast Continent. From that moment on, the teacher could no longer predict the future of the continent. But at that time, the teacher could still predict the trajectory of the star..."

"What is the trajectory of that star?" Chu Tian said anxiously. Undoubtedly, that star represents Chu Tian.

At this time, Chu Tian no longer believed that Ron was just a lie charlatan. If he could tell that Chu Tian did not belong to this world, Ron had already proved that he was the real prophet!

"The teacher said that there are two ways for the future of that star, either falling in the north, or using the light of another earth to redefine this sky that is about to collapse."

Joan of Arc sighed and said, "Oh, it's a pity that the new star disappeared from the sky a year ago."

"Praise the goddess of life!" Chu Tian frowned. I was standing here clearly. How did Joan of Arc say that my stars disappeared?

Just as he was about to continue asking, Joan of Arc took a step forward, avoided Chu Tian, ​​lowered his head and said to himself, "I know my future, but I can't change it. Isn't this the greatest sorrow?"

The flames continued to burn Ron's body, but Chu Tian thought of another question: Joan of Arc is definitely not an ordinary orc girl. I'm afraid he really has the ability to predict. If that's the case. What does the bet mean just now?

Chu Tian believed that Joan of Arc would not joke with him, but he would probably die before Chu Tian. So, why did Joan of Arc ask Chu Tian to preside over his funeral?

In confusion, Joan of Arc suddenly walked forward, and it turned out that the bonfire had been extinguished.

Ron's body no longer existed. But Joan of Arc squatted down and searched for it from the ashes.

When Joan of Arc stood up again, he held a dark stone in his hand and a hint of relief on his face.

"Your Highness, the funeral is over. Let's go!" After saying that, Joan of Arc walked straight towards the Beast King Charlie.

Chu Tian was still standing there, thinking about the doubts in his heart. When he realized that the funeral was over, Joan of Arc had already walked into the palace with Charlie and disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Uncle, what's wrong with you?" Rusina ran to Chu Tian, ​​following his uncle - now Joan of Arc's magic pet, Maslow.

"I'm fine!" Chu Tian shook his head and woke up his confused mind.

"Your Highness, thank you for your care for Rusina." Maslow walked to Chu Tian and said, "My unsatisfied nephew has caused you trouble."

"No trouble. Rusina has also helped me a lot." Chu Tian said with a smile.

"And, uncle, don't worry, uncle treats me well!" Lucina shook the precious jewelry covered with her body and said, "Haha, I live more comfortable than my dad now, hum! Now, when the Wolf Clan leader on the East Coast sees me, he will call Master Lucina!"

Maslow smiled faintly and could tell that he had not recovered from the blow of Ron's death.

"Is Maslow and Joan of Arc the child of the Prophet Ron?" Chu Tian asked.

"No, the old master has no children." Maslow shook his head and said, "Master Joan of Arc is the old master. The orphan he picked up seven years ago."

Orphan? Chu Tian narrowed his eyes, and there were orphans everywhere on the Xuanhe prairie, but why did Ron only pick this one?

"Roar! Roar!" The orcs in the square suddenly burst into a shocking cheer. It turned out that the beast king Charlie and Joan of Arc appeared side by side at the top of the palace.

Charlie raised his hands, signaled the orcs to be quiet, and then shouted: "From today, Joan of Arc will become the new prophet of our orcs!"

The cheers rang out again, and then Charlie's voice filled with fighting spirit spread throughout the royal city, "In addition, I announce: Prophet Joan of Arc will become the saint of our beast tribe at the same time, and lead everyone with me to continue to spread the glory of the God of War!"

Praise the goddess of life! Chu Tian looked at Joan of Arc in horror. Whether it is a beast or a human, as long as it is an emperor, he cherishes his rights very much. But what happened in the palace just now? He actually asked Charlie to give half of the royal power to Joan of Arc!?

The Beast King Charlie is unparalleled and is not a fool at the same time! But he did not hesitate to divide half of his power to a seven-year-old girl. What does this mean?

Strength! Joan of Arc will surely convince tens of millions of orcs.

The sign representing me disappeared. What does this mean? After a bitter smile, Chu Tian began to think about how to preside over the funeral for Joan of Arc...

"Damn it! I don't want to do it anymore!"

Chu Tian was open-minded, no matter what happened to him, there was still hell in this world. At worst, after I died, I would go to hell to do business!

Thinking of this, Chu Tian's mood suddenly improved.

"Your Highness." A fat pig man suddenly came to Chu Tian's side. It was Piro, the leader of the pig tribe. He whispered: "The Prophet's funeral has ended. Can Your Highness go and see the people of our tribe?"

As he said that, Piro waved his hand and several sickly fat pigs were carried over, "I have brought the most sick people."

"Okay, let me..."

Chu Tian was suddenly stunned because the ears of those sick pigs were blue and purple!

Praise the goddess of life! Chu Tian feels that the sky is about to collapse, but he can no longer handle the swine fever, but now he actually has blue ear disease again!
Chapter completed!