Traveling to the future, the story with the orc king

Amidst Long Yan's hopeful and anxious cry, the Dragon Queen slowly turned her gaze towards him. However, his eyes remained dull and lifeless, his face expressionless, like a soulless, walking corpse with only a shell.

Seeing this, Long Yan's heart tightened, and a thought suddenly flashed through his mind. He quickly reached out and grasped the Dragon Queen's hands, holding them tightly, as if this could give her some strength and hope.

"Father and Mother!" Long Yan's voice trembled slightly. "It just occurred to me that Father's dragon soul is still alive! Maybe... maybe he will come back. Father and Mother, it's clearly written in the dragon race's heritage that as long as the dragon soul survives, it can continue to exist in the world in another form."

After saying that, Long Yan stared into the Dragon Queen's eyes with anticipation, trying to find a response or a spark of hope in the depths of her empty eyes.

When the Dragon Queen heard Long Yan's words, a light flashed in her eyes. But it quickly dimmed again. After a moment, she asked, "Yan'er, do you know where your father's dragon soul is?"

Long Yan immediately replied, "Mother and father, my father's dragon soul has entered the ancestral land of the dragon clan. He asked me to take good care of you."

The Dragon Queen's eyes lit up. She let go of the Dragon Emperor, stood up, and walked outside while slowly speaking, "Yan'er, the rest of the matters with the Orcs are left to you. Your mother and father will go to the Dragon Clan's ancestral land and wait for your father to come out."

Long Yan stood there, looking at the back of the Dragon Queen, and said in his heart: Mother and father, please don't worry... He knew that the news of his father's death had spread, and then the chiefs of each tribe and the ministers of the Orc Empire would come.

Long Yan said, "Manager An..."

Long An replied respectfully: "In..."

Long Yan: "You follow your mother and father to the ancestral land of the Dragon Clan."

Long An: "Yes, Your Highness."

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Suddenly, nine deafening dragon roars rang out from the sky! These dragon roars resounded through the clouds, as if to penetrate the entire world, shaking the hearts of every living being.

At this moment, when the orcs living on this continent heard these nine dragon roars, all of them couldn't help but be shocked, with looks of astonishment on their faces.

The nine dragon roars signified the passing of the Dragon Emperor! This news was undoubtedly a devastating event for the entire Orc tribe. Without hesitation, the Orc clan leaders immediately dropped their tasks and rushed towards the Dragon Emperor Palace at top speed.

The journey was a swift and furious one, each clan leader filled with anxiety and doubt. They knew the Dragon Emperor was seriously injured, but they hadn't expected it to be so severe. With the Dragon Emperor gone, they were unsure of the fate of the Orcs. But regardless, they knew they had to rush to the Dragon Emperor's Palace to discuss a plan.

The atmosphere within the magnificent Dragon Emperor Palace was solemn and dignified. In the center of the hall, a solemn and dignified Dragon Emperor mourning hall had been meticulously arranged. White curtains danced lightly in the breeze, as if expressing endless grief.

Long Yan, dressed in a black robe, knelt upright at the side of the mourning hall. His broad shoulders and resolute face revealed an indomitable spirit and tenacity, but at this moment, his eyes were filled with grief and sorrow.

At that moment, the chiefs of the various Orc tribes arrived one after another. They entered the hall with heavy steps, each one carefully chosen, fearing to disturb the tranquility. When they reached the mourning hall, they stopped and respectfully bowed to the Dragon Emperor. Afterward, the chiefs silently retreated to the other side of the hall and stood there in silence, their faces also filled with sorrow. The entire hall was filled with a suffocating atmosphere of sorrow, as everyone was immersed in deep mourning for the passing of the Dragon Emperor.

After the clan leaders of each clan had arrived one after another, Long Yan slowly stood up and walked to the center. He took a deep breath and spoke slowly, his voice low but full of power: "My fellow clan leaders, my father passed away because of the rebellion of the Peacock Clan. My Dragon Clan will definitely not let the Peacock Clan off easily!"

Upon hearing this, the clan leaders exchanged glances, their minds fully understanding the situation. They already knew about the Peacock Tribe's rebellion. So, everyone nodded in agreement.

At this moment, the Tiger Tribe leader strode out of the crowd. He approached Long Yan, bowed respectfully, and then spoke in a clear voice, "Your Highness, today, a catastrophe has befallen us. The Dragon Emperor has passed away. However, our Orcs cannot remain without a leader for a single day! In my opinion, you are the only one with both talent and virtue, and unparalleled strength, who are most qualified to inherit the throne of the Orc Emperor! I hope Your Highness will not refuse!"

Before he finished speaking, the chief of the Wolf Tribe and the chief of the Wing Tribe also stepped out one after another, echoing in unison: "Your Highness, please succeed the emperor of the Orc Tribe!" Then, the chiefs of other tribes saw this and stood up one after another, shouting in unison: "Your Highness, please succeed the emperor of the Orc Tribe!" For a moment, the whole hall was filled with cheers.

The Orc Prime Minister, who had been standing quietly to the side, finally stepped forward. His face solemn, he bowed deeply to Long Yan and announced loudly, "From today on, the new Orc Emperor is His Royal Highness, Crown Prince Long Yan! Let us all pay our respects to the new Orc Emperor!" He then knelt first, and the others followed suit, kneeling in homage. "Greetings, His Majesty the Beast Emperor," they all shouted.

Long Yan looked down at the kneeling crowd, feeling a mixture of emotions. He knew the enormity of this responsibility, but the situation now didn't allow him to retreat.

"Clan leaders, please stand up." Long Yan said in a deep voice.

He turned and walked back to his original position, kneeling on his knees, silently keeping vigil for his father. Everything around him had nothing to do with him for the time being. The breeze blew the white curtains in front of the mourning hall, making a slight rustling sound.

Long Yan was thinking at this moment: How are my mother and father? What is Lin Ziyu's current situation?

At this moment, Lin Ziyu, who was in the Dragon Pregnancy Pool, was filled with worry and concern. He had no time to worry about his pregnancy, but was instead worried about Long Yan's current condition. Due to physical reasons, he could not leave the Dragon Pregnancy Pool at all.

In desperation, Lin Ziyu placed his hopes on the weapon spirit Lin Xin. He asked it, "Xiao Xin, can you help me check on Longyan?"

The clan leaders and ministers of each tribe stood up one after another. At this time, Prime Minister Bai stepped forward, bowed and said, "Dragon Emperor, according to the rules of the Dragon Clan, the body of the late emperor should be sent to the Dragon Clan's burial ground for burial in three days." After saying that, he lowered his head and waited for the instructions of the new emperor Long Yan.

Long Yan replied, "Yes, Prime Minister Bai will arrange it..."