The journey to the Twilight Forest was long. Although the giant eagle's flying speed wasn't slow, it was only a 3rd-tier magic beast, after all. Hence, a tribe built in the canyon only appeared in everyone's sight when the sun was setting in the west.
The canyon was very wide, and the tribe was built at the mouth of the canyon. Two 100-meter-tall stone pillars stood at the mouth of the canyon, and there were countless caves of various sizes on them.
Stone houses of various sizes were scattered all over the canyon, and in the center of the canyon was a square stone city. The city walls were over 10 meters tall, and there were many magnificent stone temples in the city.
On the way here, Irina had altered part of the beastmaster's memory. She erased the scene where Amy got Klaus off the bird's back, and replaced it with the part where he had something to do and couldn't return to the tribe.
That beastmaster was just an ordinary orc. For a magic caster like Irina, it was a piece of cake for her to do such a thing. Furthermore, it could save her a lot of trouble in explaining.
"Sirs, the Falk Tribe is right in front. The Holy City in the center is where the chief and nobles live, and the outskirts are where the ordinary tribesmen live." The beastmaster introduced with a smile. When they got closer to the canyon, he even lowered his voice, and said, "Those two stone pillars are where the holy beasts live. You must not make any noise when you pass by, lest you startle the holy beasts and cause them to attack. You have to know that the holy beasts of the Falk Tribe are extremely ferocious. Once you are targeted by them …"
"Meow …"
Ugly Duckling suddenly jumped out of Amy's arms, and stood on the eagle's head as it howled into the sky.
Right at this moment, pairs of eyes of different colors suddenly appeared in the black holes of various sizes on the two stone pillars. They started meowing at the same time as if they were replying to their king.
"What is that?"
The orcs on the ground all looked up when they heard the sound, and their gazes landed on the orange cat standing on the eagle's head. The reddish-gold sun shone on it, and it looked as if it was plated with a layer of gold, making it look exceptionally dazzling.
The meowing of the cats on the two stone pillars made him look even more noble.
"Could this be the one in a million golden legend — the Heavenly God Beast!?" An old orc with white hair exclaimed agitatedly. He bent his knees, and knelt on the ground.
"Heavenly God Beast!"
All of the orcs fell to their knees upon hearing that, and looked up at Ugly Duckling with fervent expressions.
"Are these … cat slaves from the alternate world?" Meg mumbled to himself as he looked at the orcs kneeling on the ground.
Indeed, when there are no tigers in the mountains, the orange cat calls itself a god.
And those fellows that were hailed as holy beasts were felines that hid in caves. There were all kinds of felines, and there was no lack of ferocious feline magical beasts among them.
"Why are these orcs so excited to see a fat duck?" Amy looked down in confusion. This was the first time she had seen Ugly Duckling so popular.
"That's because the ancient books say that everything should be based on the big orange," Meg said with a smile.
"Meow ~"
Ugly Duckling turned to Amy with a smug expression as if it were showing off its popularity.
"Don't show off, Ugly Duckling. Look at you standing there. The little eagle's head is already swaying. Its neck is going to be broken by you," Amy said with disdain.
The giant eagle's head was indeed swaying slightly unnaturally. No one knew if it was because it was frightened or because it couldn't bear the pressure.
"Meow ~" Ugly Duckling let out an aggrieved cry as it came down from the eagle's head. It returned to Amy's feet unwillingly, and rubbed its head against her calf before lying down on her feet.
"You must be an extraordinary person to be able to gain the favor and trust of a heavenly god beast." The beast tamer quickly started bootlicking.
Ugly Duckling's cry caused quite a commotion in the Falk Tribe. Many orcs were attracted by the news of the so-called heavenly god beast's appearance, and came out to watch the show.
However, the giant eagle glided over the canyon, and landed in the inner city.
The beast tamer stood next to the crouching giant eagle with a smile, and said to everyone, "Mr. Meg and everyone else, this journey has come to an end. Thank you for riding with us. Please bring your luggage and belongings, and we look forward to riding with you again."
"Thank you." Meg nodded slightly, and brought everyone down from the giant eagle. Not far away, a fat orc was walking over with a group of people. From the information that Meg had obtained in advance, this orc was called Jérôme. He was Gary's trusted subordinate and a 9th-tier orc. He was the one who opened the inner city gates on the day of the riot, and welcomed the rebel army into the city.
This orc was one of the top on Meg's must-kill list. However, the Gray Temple relied on him to give them a legitimate identity to come here.
Jérôme's gaze first stopped on Meg, who was walking at the front, before he looked past him to the ladies in the restaurant. His eyes lit up instantly, and he revealed a perverted smile. He swept his gaze across everyone, and quickly frowned as he loudly said, "Where's Klaur? Why don't I see him? "
"Lord Jérôme, Lord Klaur had something to do in Chaos City, and said he would be back later. He asked me to bring Mr. Meg and the rest back first," the beast tamer quickly replied. He lowered his head, and didn't dare to look Jérôme in the eye.
"This bastard. How dare he neglect the mission I gave him. You, go and get him back here immediately!" Jérôme shouted coldly.
"Yes …" That beast tamer's legs trembled as he got onto the giant eagle, and flew away immediately.
Jérôme's gaze landed on Meg, and he sized him up. He looked like an ordinary human, and asked, "You're Meg from Chaos City?"
"Yes. I'm Meg. I was invited to host the conferring ceremony banquet for the new chief of the Falk Tribe," Meg said in a neutral tone.
"Are your dishes really that good? Even the king of the Roth Empire was full of praises for you? " Jérôme looked at Meg doubtfully. Could an ordinary human, and one that looked so young, really cook delicious food?
"He wasn't full of praises." Meg looked at Jérôme with a smile, and said, "That's because the king of the Roth Empire only cared about eating, and didn't have time to praise me."
Jérôme's chubby face twitched. This fellow was really shameless when it came to praising himself.
"Very good. This banquet is very important. As long as you can satisfy the chief, you will definitely get all the benefits." Jérôme looked at Meg, and took two steps closer to him. He lowered his voice, and said, "But if you mess it up, you will know what it means to live a life worse than death."
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