There was dead silence at the scene.
The orcs from the Falk Tribe looked at that tattered piece of clothing on the gallows, and they couldn't hide the shock and fear on their faces.
The Holy Light had already proven Irina's words. Ferdinand had sold his soul to the devil, and was completely wiped out by the Holy Light. There was no point in fighting anymore.
Perhaps they should thank Irina. If it wasn't for her, they would be facing the rule of a devil. Nobody knew if the Falk Tribe would become the next Urba Tribe.
Now that the Falk Tribe was leaderless, where should they go next?
The chiefs and representatives of the various tribes had different expressions when they saw this scene.
The devil's control of Ferdinand was proven to be real, and it was very likely to have caused the Urba Tribe to kill each other hundreds of years ago. Would the same thing happen in the Twilight Forest again?
The Falk Tribe had lost another 10th-tier powerhouse in this chaos, and had also lost the chief's successor. Their power had dropped significantly, and they were only left with three 10th-tier orcs who weren't considered very powerful. They might not even be able to gain a foothold in the top 10 tribes.
What happened tonight would have a huge impact on the structure of the Twilight Forest.
"Ding! The black fog has been cleared. The source of the black fog has been completely isolated!
"Congratulations on completing the mission. You have received the mission reward: a face-changing mask!"
The system's cheerful voice sounded in Meg's mind. He raised his eyebrows, and walked out of the crowd again. He returned to Amy and the rest with a smile, and said, "Seems like we don't have to retreat anymore."
"Brother …" Connie looked at that tattered piece of clothing, and bit her lip hard. She was trying her best to control her emotions as tears streamed down her face.
That petite figure looked extremely lonely and fragile in the crowd.
Everyone looked at her with pity. The survivor of this rebellion was probably the most unfortunate one.
"The kingslayer, Gary, is dead. The devil, Ferdinand, who plotted all of this, has been killed. Now, the only one who is qualified to inherit the position of chief of the Falk Tribe is this little princess of yours." Irina's gaze landed on Connie, and a gentle light also landed on her.
The orcs from the Falk Tribe looked at Connie, who was standing in the light, and their eyes gradually lit up.
"Princess Connie is the chief's favorite princess! Devolde walked out of the crowd, and raised his magic caster's staff as he spoke. "She's his only child now, so it's only right that she should inherit the position of chief!"
"I agree too! Princess Connie is a kind and brave person. She exposed the devil's lies and scams. She will definitely be able to lead the Falk Tribe out of this difficult situation! "Another old man walked out, and agreed loudly.
All the orcs nodded in agreement. Connie's actions today had changed everyone's impression of the princess who was as innocent as a little white rabbit. This experience was undoubtedly a trial for her, and she might really be able to lead the Falk Tribe back to greatness.
"Princess Connie, please come to the stage and confer the title of chief!"
"Princess Connie, please come to the stage!"
The crowd opened up a path to the platform, and shouted at Connie.
"I …" Connie heard those shouts, and her face was filled with fear and confusion. Her gaze subconsciously wandered around the crowd, and finally landed on Meg.
"Go. Go and protect what your father has been protecting for his entire life," Meg said loudly.
"Protect …" Connie's confused gaze seemed to have caught onto something. She looked at those pairs of trusting eyes, and vaguely saw that solemn man and that loving old lady. She took a deep breath, and walked towards the stage.
Connie walked up to the stage, and looked at everyone. She said in a low voice, "I am Connie. I might not have the right to stand here, and I might not have the ability to become the chief of the Falk Tribe, but what I want to say is … I hope to continue protecting this land and this tribe on behalf of my father."
The orcs looked at Connie, and wiped their tears silently.
If all these things didn't happen, they would have been a stable and powerful tribe.
"It's your turn, Ugly Duckling." Meg pulled off the black cloth on Ugly Duckling, and patted its butt gently. "A grilled fish by itself."
"Meow!" Ugly Duckling's eyes lit up, and it jumped from Amy's arms to the ground. It weaved through the crowd like a bolt of orange lightning, and dashed towards the stage.
"Lighting crew in position!"
"Levitation crew in position!"
Meg said softly.
"Meow!"
Just as everyone was immersed in sorrow and sorrow, a loud and clear cry suddenly sounded. An orange figure suddenly dashed onto the stage, and hovered in front of Connie.
That was an orange cat, but it had a pair of translucent white wings on its back, which allowed it to hover in front of Connie.
Its body was emitting a holy glow as if it was a god that had descended to earth.
"Lord Flerken!"
"It's really Lord Flerken!!!"
All the orcs from the Falk Tribe looked at the orange cat that could fly, and were stunned for a moment before ecstasy appeared on their faces. They all knelt on the ground, and many even started to kowtow.
"This … is really Flerken?" The orcs from the other tribes looked at the orange cat hovering in the air, and the orcs from the Falk Tribe who were all kneeling on the ground. They hesitated for a moment, and then lowered their heads to show respect.
Every tribe had a beast god that they worshipped, but the beast gods had only manifested a few times in history.
No one would have thought that Flerken would actually manifest after the Falk Tribe went through such a calamity.
"Ugly —" Connie looked at the orange cat floating in front of her, and blurted out after being stunned for a moment.
"Meow …"
However, before she had a chance to say anything, Ugly Duckling had already covered her mouth with one paw. At the same time, it pressed its other paw onto her head, and the light seemed to have become even brighter, as if it were carrying out some kind of inheritance.
Everyone's eyes gradually widened when they saw this mysterious scene. They might be witnessing an important scene.
About 10 seconds later, Ugly Duckling retracted its fat paw from Connie's head, and a golden crown appeared on Connie's head.
"Meow."
Ugly Duckling called out again, and then disappeared into thin air.
All the light dissipated, and only the golden crown on Connie's head was left shining brightly.
"Lord Flerken has chosen Princess Connie!"
"Lord Flerken has also acknowledged Princess Connie to lead the Falk Tribe!"
"Chief Connie! Chief Connie!! "
All the orcs stood up, and started cheering as they looked at Connie!
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