Steel, Guns, and the Industrial Party that Traveled to Another World

As a scholar of Gabela Scholar Tower, Alvis knows what shamans are among the orcs.

The orcs on the prairie generally believe in the existence of the prairie spirit, and shamans are the group responsible for communicating between mortals and the prairie spirit. However, their work is not only that, they are also responsible for the inheritance of clan knowledge, or educating the next generation.

However, what shocked him even more was the old orc's next words, "And I also know that your name is Alvis."

This made Alvis very puzzled, and he was speechless for a while. It was the old orc who answered his doubts: "Many years ago, I followed the caravan to Gabela and listened to your speech under the towering white tower. I have to say that it was an unforgettable experience."

"So that's how it is. This world is really small!" Alvis said with emotion. Thinking of his current situation, he couldn't help but feel sad. "I didn't expect that many years later, I also followed the caravan to your land, but ended up being a prisoner."

He was quite pessimistic about his future fate. After all, in the inherent impression of humans, orcs are a group of cruel and tyrannical beings, and these barbaric and uncivilized guys probably don't know how to respect knowledge and the holders of knowledge.

The old orc smiled, revealing his thick fangs. "Master Alvis, the wisest among humans, why are you so sad? Please allow me to introduce myself to you. Our name is Otassi!"

"O...Otassi!" Alvis opened his eyes wide, and his long eyebrows trembled.

Chief Abar and the king's tent did not rise overnight. The Gabela Empire in the south certainly knew about what had happened on the prairie for a long time, not to mention that the two sides had just fought a war.

As one of the high-ranking officials of the Gabela Empire, Alvis also knew many important figures on the prairie besides Abar. A lot of intelligence was told to him by McDonald. The marshal attached great importance to the rise of the orcs.

Among the many orc intelligence Alvis knew, Otassi was one of them. It was said that he was a very important person around Abar.

As a feared orc chieftain, Abar's growth process was quite bumpy. He lost his father's favor when he was young. It was Otasi who took on the responsibility of raising him and taught him carefully.

Due to his special growth environment, Abar developed a forbearing character and secretly cultivated his own power, while Otasi stood by his side and silently provided help.

The previous generation of the chieftain of the king's tent died a little suddenly, and he did not have time to make arrangements for his successor. In this case, Abar, as the eldest son, should have been the next chieftain by right, but because he had not been favored by his father for a long time, it caused a lot of controversy, especially those brothers who were dissatisfied with him, and they joined hands to rise up against him. They had many people under their command, and the total strength was much greater than Abar, which undoubtedly put him in a dangerous situation.

At the critical moment, Otasi stood firmly on the side of Abar. At this time, he was already the highest-ranking shaman in the king's tent, and his attitude undoubtedly greatly turned Abar's disadvantages around.

After a series of brutal civil wars, Abar won the victory and became the undisputed chieftain of the grassland king's tent, and Otassi, as his long-time supporter, became the person with the second highest status in the grassland king's tent after Abar.

"Excuse me, Mr. Otassi!" Yarvi put one hand on his chest and bowed slightly to greet the person in front of him who was equivalent to the prime minister in the human country.

He did not question whether Otassi was an imposter, because almost no orcs dared to disrespect the shaman who was responsible for communicating with the gods.

Alvis asked, "So, this is..."

"Are you talking about the king's tent?" Otassi smiled and continued, "No, where the chief is, the king's tent will be there. This is just an ordinary orc settlement. And our chief is still in Aldor."

"Thank you for your correction!"

"You're welcome, Master Alvis." Otassi smiled, "As far as I know, you escaped from the Gabela Empire?"

Although the top leaders of the empire did not publicize Alvis's escape, nor did they publicly arrest him, but as the second person in the Bachelor Tower and an important member of the empire's top leaders, Alvis's sudden disappearance could not be concealed anyway, and it is estimated that it has spread in some small circles.

Faced with the old orc's pointing out, Alvis was shocked. How did the orcs thousands of miles away know about his escape?

It seems that the orcs have their own eyes and ears in the empire.

"Yes, there are some political disagreements between me and His Majesty the Emperor now." Alvis admitted helplessly.

"Let me guess..." Otassi narrowed his eyes and tapped his thick fingers on the table, "You must have been hunted all the way here? Otherwise, you wouldn't have run to our grassland in a panic."

"Yes." Alvis admitted, "The emperor sent assassins, and I am in danger at any time."

"Hehe!" Otassi laughed, "This shows that you have some connection with our grassland, so under the guidance of the grassland spirit - although the method is a bit special - you were sent here."

He looked at Alvis, carefully stroking his gray beard, and after a few minutes, he said: "Alvis, maybe we can make a deal?"

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"Trade?"

"Yes, trade!" The old shaman nodded, "The king's tent will protect your safety, and you need to be loyal to the king's tent and to the great chieftain Abar!"

Alvis almost doubted whether he had heard it wrong. He pointed at himself: "I... a human, loyal to the great chieftain of the orcs?"

"Yes!" Otasi confirmed, "Alvis, your knowledge, your wisdom... are all needed by the orcs who are trying to get rid of barbarism. Our society is indeed very primitive, and I am not ashamed to admit it."

The old orc looked at Alvis with a very sincere look. For a moment, the scholar's heart palpitated slightly, but he still shook his head.

"Sorry, I can't do anything!" Alvis rejected Otassi, "My intelligence is too shallow to support me to serve the great chieftain Abar, please let me face the storm alone!"

"Haha!" Otassi was not angry, but said: "I hope you stay here for at least three years in exchange for your freedom."

He deliberately emphasized the word "freedom" in his words, and Alvis remembered that he was still the other party's slave.