1571 Lights, Get ready

It was deadly still.

The orcs from the Falk Tribe looked at the tattered shirt that was left on the execution stage, and could not hide the shock and horror on their faces.

The Holy Light had proved Irina's words to be right. Ferdinand had sold his soul to the devil, and was now exterminated by the Holy Light. There was no more point in fighting.

Perhaps they should even thank Irina. If it weren't for her, they might have had to face the rule of a devil, and no one would know if the Falk Tribe would end up becoming the next Urba Tribe.

Now that the Falk Tribe was without a leader, how should they move on from here?

The chiefs and representatives from the other tribes all had different expressions when they saw this scene.

The devil had controlled Ferdinand, proving its existence to be true, and it might very possibly be the cause of the Urba Tribe to kill among themselves. Would something similar happen in the Twilight Forest again?

The Falk Tribe, which had lost another 10th-tier powerhouse and the heir to the chief, suffered great losses in this turmoil, and its might had decreased drastically. There were only three not-very-strong 10th-tier orcs left, and that would not be enough for them to have a strong foothold as one of the top 10 orc tribes.

The Twilight Forest would be greatly affected by what happened tonight.

"Ding! The black fog has been cleared. The source of the black fog has been completely removed!

"Congratulations on completing your mission. Mission reward: one face-altering mask set!"

The system's joyous voice rang in Mag's head. He raised his brow a little and walked out of the crowd, back to Amy's side. He smilingly said, "Looks like we don't have to retreat anymore."

"Brother…" Connie looked at the remnants of the torn shirt, and bit on her lips hard, trying to suppress her emotions as her tears fell.

That small figure appeared even more lonely and frail amongst the crowd.

Everyone watched her with empathy. She was probably the most unlucky one to survive in this rebellion.

"Gary The Kingslayer is dead. Ferdinand, the devil who planned all this, was also exterminated. Now, the only one who has the right to inherit the position of chief in the Falk Tribe is this little princess." Irina's gaze landed on Connie. At the same time, a gentle ray of light landed on the latter.

The orcs in the Falk Tribe all looked at Connie, who was standing under that ray of light, and their eyes slowly lit up.

"Princess Connie is the chief's beloved princess! And she is also his only heir now. It's only right for her to inherit his place as chief!" Durward shouted loudly with his magic caster's staff held high in the air as he walked out from the crowd.

An old man walked out as well, and proclaimed, "I concur! Princess Connie is kind and brave. She exposed the devil's lies and trap. She would definitely be able to bring the Falk Tribe out of this difficult situation!"

The other orcs nodded in agreement. Connie's actions today changed their perception they had of her. She was no longer an innocent princess. This experience was an ordeal to her, no doubt, and being able to survive this meant that she might really be able to lead the Falk Tribe to become even stronger.

"Princess Connie, please go on stage to be conferred as chief!"

"Princess Connie, please go up on stage!"

Everyone started paving a way for Connie as they shouted loudly.

"I…" When Connie heard the shouts, she was bewildered and lost. She instinctively looked around the crowd, and her gaze finally stopped on Mag.

"Go, go and protect what your father had been protecting all his life," Mag told her loudly.

"Protect…" Connie looked as though she was trying to grab hold of something. As she looked around and saw those trusting eyes, she felt as though she could see that dignified man and that amiable old lady. She took a deep breath, and walked towards the elevated platform.

Connie walked up the elevated platform and looked at everyone. She said in a low voice, "I am Connie. Perhaps I don't have the right to stand here. Maybe I am not good enough to be the chief of the Falk Tribe. But all I want to say is… I hope that I can continue protecting this piece of land and this tribe for Father."

The orcs looked at Connie, and wiped away their tears silently.

Their tribe should have been a peaceful and strong tribe if all these things had not happened.

"It's your turn, Ugly Duckling." Mag pulled off the black cloth which was on Ugly Duckling, and patted its bottom gently. "A grilled fish just for you."

"Meow!" Ugly Duckling's eyes lit up. It jumped down from Amy's embrace to the ground, and dashed through the crowd like a bolt of orange lightning, racing towards the elevated platform.

"Lights, get ready!

"Levitation, get ready!" Mag said softly.

"Meow!"

Just when everyone was still deeply entrenched in their sorrow, they heard a loud and sharp sound. An orange figure suddenly dashed upstage, and stopped in front of Connie.

It was an orange cat. However, it had a pair of translucent white wings on its back, allowing it to levitate in mid-air in front of Connie.

It gave off a holy light, and looked as though it descended from heaven.

"Lord Flerken!"

"It really is Lord Flerken!!!"

The orcs from the Falk Tribe were all stunned when they saw the flying orange cat. After that, their faces suddenly lit up with a bright smile. They all dropped to their knees on the ground, and many even started kowtowing.

"This… is really Flerken?" The orcs from the other tribes all looked at that levitating orange cat, and all the Falk Tribe orcs who had kneeled on the ground. They hesitated for a while before lowering their heads with respect.

No one would think that Flerken would appear after the Falk Tribe had gone through such an ordeal.

"Ugly—" Connie blurted out as she stared blankly at the levitating orange cat.

"Meow!"

But before she could even speak, Ugly Duckling reached its paw out to cover her mouth. At the same time, it put another paw on the top of her head. The glow on it grew even brighter, as though there was some sort of passing down of legacy going on.

When everyone saw that, their eyes widened. They might be witnessing a very important scene.

About 10 seconds later, Ugly Duckling retracted the paw on Connie's head, and a golden crown appeared in its place.

"Meow."

Ugly Duckling meowed once again before disappearing.

When the glow was completely gone, there was only Connie left, with a glittering golden crown on her head.

"Lord Flerken has chosen Princess Connie!"

"Lord Flerken has acknowledged Princess Connie as the one to lead the Falk Tribe!"

"Chief Connie! Chief Connie!!"

The orcs all rose and started to cheer for Connie!