Chapter 1526 - There Are No Tigers In The Mountains, And The Orange Cat Calls The Shots

Chapter 1526: There Are No Tigers In The Mountains, And The Orange Cat Calls The Shots

The journey to the Twilight Forest was long, and although the giant eagle was not flying slowly, it was still only a 3rd-tier magic beast. Therefore, the group of people only saw the tribe appearing on the horizon when the sun was about to set.

The valley was very wide, and the tribe was right in its mouth. Two 200-meter-tall columns stood in the mouth of the valley with several big and small caves in it.

There were big and small stone huts scattered across the valley, and in the center of the valley was a square stone city. The city walls stood at more than 10 meters tall, and there was a stone temple within the stone city.

On the way here, Irina had already altered the beastmaster's memory. She erased the part where Amy kicked Klaur off the eagle's back, and substituted it with a memory of Klaur not returning to the tribe for a while because he had something on.

That beastmaster was just an ordinary orc, so doing such things for a magic caster of Irina's level was a piece of cake. Besides, it would save them a lot of trouble explaining things.

"Sir and Ma'ams, the Falk Tribe is right ahead. The sacred city in the center is where the chief and the nobles live. The ones living on the periphery are ordinary tribesmen," introduced the beastmaster with a smile. As they got closer to the valley, he even lowered his voice as he said, "Those two stone columns are where the sacred beasts live. We must not be loud when we pass by in case we alarm the sacred beasts and cause them to attack us. The Falk Tribe sacred beasts are all very ferocious. Once they set their eyes on you—"

"Meow…"

Ugly Duckling suddenly leapt out from Amy's embrace, and stood on the eagle's head as it let out a long meow.

Just then, several pairs of eyes of different shapes and colors appeared in the caves on the two stone columns. Then, they started meowing together as though they were replying to their leader.

"What's that?"

The orcs on the ground all looked up when they heard the noise, and their gazes landed on the orange cat standing on the eagle's head. As the setting sun cast its golden rays on the cat, it looked as though it had a golden layer over its coat, making it even more eye-catching.

On top of that, the meowing coming from the two stone columns made the cat appear even more mighty.

"Could this be the one in a million, golden legend, the heavenly beast!" an old orc called out agitatedly. He bent his knees and knelt on the ground.

"It's the heavenly beast!"

The orcs all started kneeling on the ground as they looked up at Ugly Duckling, which was standing on the eagle's head, passionately.

Mag looked at the orcs kneeling on the ground, and mumbled to himself, "C-could this be the cat slave phenomenon of the alternate world?"

It's true: there are no tigers in the mountains, and the orange cat calls the shots.

Those animals coined as sacred beasts were just feline animals of various types and species hiding in the caves. There were indeed very ferocious felines among them.

"Why are these orcs so agitated seeing a duck that's a little plump?" Amy looked down with bewilderment. It was the first time she saw Ugly Duckling so popular.

"That's because we have been taught to look at the big picture," Mag said with a smile.

"Meow~"

Ugly Duckling meowed at Amy proudly as though it was trying to boast about its popularity.

"Ugly Duckling, stop boasting. Look, the little eagle's head is already swaying because you're standing there. Its neck is going to break because of you," Amy said with contempt.

The giant eagle's head was swaying a little unnaturally for some reason. It might be due to the shock, or because it just couldn't handle the weight.

"Meow!" Ugly Duckling let out a cry of grievance before going down from the eagle's head and returning to Amy, albeit unwillingly. It rubbed its head against her calf, and then lay by her feet.

"You must be an extraordinary person to have the heavenly beast's trust and love." The beastmaster quickly started bootlicking Amy.

Ugly Duckling's meow caused quite a commotion at the Falk Tribe. Most of the orcs came out upon hearing news about the heavenly beast to take a look.

However, the giant eagle landed right in the city center after gliding through the sky.

"Mr. Mag, ladies, this is the end of the journey. Thank you for riding with us. Remember to bring your luggage down. We welcome you to ride with us again," the beastmaster told everyone with a smile as he stood beside the laying giant eagle.

"Thank you." Mag nodded slightly. He led the group down, and a big orc led a group of orcs towards them from not far away. Based on the information Mag got beforehand, this orc was Jeremy, Gary's trusted aide and a 9th-tier orc. On the day of the rebellion, he was the one who opened the inner city gates for the rebel army.

This orc was one of the top few on Mag's to-kill list. However, he was the one who allowed the people from the Gray Temple to come over openly.

Jeremy looked at Mag, who was walking in front, before looking past him, at the ladies from Mamy Restaurant. His eyes lit up, and he gave a perverted smile. He glanced over everyone before frowning, and loudly saying, "Where's Klaur? Why don't I see him?"

"Lord Jeremy, Lord Klaur had some personal matters to handle, so he stayed back in Chaos City. He said he would come back a little later, and told me to bring Mr. Mag and the rest over first," the beastmaster quickly answered with his head hanging low, afraid to look at Jeremy.

"That rascal. How dares he be so sloppy with the mission I gave him. You. Go get him to come back immediately!" Jeremy shouted coldly.

"Yes…" That beastmaster quickly hopped onto the giant eagle and rode off.

Jeremy looked back at Mag and sized him up. He looked just like an ordinary human. Jeremy asked, "You're Mag from Chaos City?"

"Yes. I am Mag. I was invited to prepare the banquet for the coronation ceremony of the Falk Tribe's new chief," Mag said calmly.

"Do you really cook that well? So well that the king of the Roth Empire had nothing but praises for you?" Jeremy looked at Mag with doubt. He was just a normal human, and even looked very young. Could he really cook up a feast?

"He didn't have praises for me." Mag looked at Jeremy with a smile, and said, "Because the king of the Roth Empire was so busy eating he had no time to praise me."

Jeremy's lips twitched. This fellow is so shameless when it comes to self-praise.

"Aright. This banquet is very important. As long as the chief is satisfied, you won't need to worry about the pay." Jeremy looked at Mag and walked two steps closer to him. He lowered his voice, and said, "But if you ruin it, you will know what it means to live a life worse than death."