She Is Not a Witch

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The area of ​​Gufia Grassland is extremely wide, and many orc tribes are scattered scattered in it. In the millennia after the fall of the Crazy Fang Empire, the only thing that can connect these orcs of different races and appearances are shamans and beliefs. .

The shamans were intellectuals of the orc empire in ancient times. They were proficient in writing and herbal medicine. Most of them were extraordinary. They also presided over some traditional rituals of the orc tribes, and their status was also very high.

Niya led Lorrain Hill to find the Dog Ears on the edge of the grassland. This tribe had a lot of communication with humans and lived close to the west wind, which is today's Crancia.

After returning to the grassland, Niya took off the hat she often wore, revealing the double horns curved behind her ears. The light brown double horns paired with chestnut and shoulder-length fluffy short hair looked a little cute.

Before Niya approached an Orc of the Dog Ear tribe, she spread her hands first, bowed her head slightly, and said, "Hello, I want to meet the shaman of the next tribe."

"You want to see our shaman?" The dog-eared tribe wearing a leather robe is relatively young, about 20 years old, and looked at the croissant girl in doubt.

"Yes, my friend and I are both students of Emenas." After speaking, Niya pointed to the badge on the button of her cloak.

"I don't know... I don't know anymore. You can wait here for a while." The young man looked at Wei Zhang with a much better attitude. No matter where he is, Emenas' students are still highly regarded.

Watching the young man go back to ask for instructions, Niya breathed a sigh of relief.

"Still a little nervous?" Lorraine Hill's voice came from behind, and then stepped forward and stood beside Niya.

"It's still a bit...but it's better than when I first came to Emenas." Niya recalled.

"At that time, I didn't dare to say much, because I came from a very remote place. I hadn't heard a lot of what everyone said, and the grades were very poor, so I was very inferior."

"Shortly after coming to school, I joined a small group of orcs to keep warm, and it got better later."

"Niya." Lorrain Hill shook the girl's hand and comforted her silently.

"But I am still very grateful to Lorraine for helping me with tuition and raising my grades, which makes me a little more confident." Niya smiled and motioned Lorrain Hill not to worry.

At this time, the sound of a copper bell rang, and an old man wearing a leather jacket and a blue-yellow patterned scarf came over. He was also followed by two strong canine-eared guards, these two guards carrying large axes. , Muscles are exposed, and metal armor is still at the key.

"Hello, young child, the new corner, what can I do?"

The old man was holding a withered wooden staff in one hand and turning a copper bell with scriptures in the other. His face was full of wrinkles, his eyes were a little squinted, and he asked.

"My friend and I want to go to the wilderness area on the west side of the grassland to fight against the beasts. There will be many other tribes on the road, so we need you to give a passing banner." Niya said her request, but she was a little nervous. It was the first time she came into contact with a foreign shaman.

The old man looked at the two young girls in front of him, his eyes wandering around, the brass bell in his hand continued to turn, and he replied after a long time.

"Yes, but leave the text, and promise to not interfere with the affairs of other tribes."

"Okay, we can promise."

Non-interference in other countries and organizations is something that Emenas has repeatedly emphasized in the student handbook. Niya has no other ideas, and naturally agrees without hesitation.

"Okay." The shaman nodded, and then asked a guard to call the tribe and take out a gray banner.

After showing the banner to Niya, the old shaman continued: "Do you need anything else?"

"Four good horses are needed."

After that, the shaman sent four more horses. After Niya checked, she wrote her borrowing record and tribe on the parchment scroll, and then put it on one of her horns with ink pad, and then wrapped it in the parchment scroll. This small part of the horns is printed with threads.

The shaman looked at the words on the sheepskin scroll, nodded, then accepted it, and asked Niya to take away the flags and horses.

Put the salutes of the two on the horses, after the tie, Niya and Lorland rode forward on the grassland.

Different from other places, there is no obvious road on the grassland, and there are patches of green and green under the vast sky.

On the way, Niya explained to Lorland what had happened just now.

"The tribes on the grassland often have disputes, and sometimes the two tribes even meet each other knife-edge. If we don't carry the gray-haired flag, we are likely to be attacked by one party as spies and spies."

"Although the probability of encountering is not high, you still have to be careful."

"So isn't it very unsafe for caravans or tourists on the grassland?" Lorrain Hill asked curiously.

"There will be certain dangers, but most of the caravans have familiar routes. The tribes on the road are long-term partners and will provide corresponding protection to the caravans so that the caravans will visit next time." Niya explained Said.

"Because there is very little food on the grasslands, the caravan from the south can be said to be a lifeline."

Hearing this, Lorrain Hill also became interested. "What do you usually eat? Is it meat?"

"This is actually a misunderstanding." Niya smiled, and then said bitterly.

"Actually, for herders, they don't eat much meat. The staple food is cheese, fried rice, noodles, and the like, and most of them drink milk and salt tea."

"Salt and tea are needed by any tribe on the grassland. Every caravan from the south will transport these things." Niya recounted her daily life.

"Many outsiders think that the herdsmen will eat meat if they raise a lot of cattle and sheep, but this is not the case."

"Eating meat is actually very luxurious, and sometimes a large amount of meat also represents disaster, because it means that a large number of livestock die from freezing to death, assault, and plague."

"Normally, there are 10 cubs, and there is probably only one that can really survive to adulthood."

"There are always all kinds of accidents, such as the attacks of monsters, low temperature, shortage of forage, disease, disability, etc."

"Life is very fragile, not only livestock, but also the orcs on the grassland. It is estimated that there will be no one in a hundred who can live beyond 50."

Looking at the galloping horses in the distance, Niya sighed and said, unlike her usual days at school, she seemed to relax a lot after returning to her hometown.

"Our shofar people were said to be a big clan thousands of years ago, and now there are only a few thousand people left."

"I can get the qualification to enter Emenas. It's actually a fluke." She shook her head, waved the rein against the wind, and then drove the red horse under her to run on the grassland.

Lorraine Hill also clamped his legs, allowing the white horse under him to follow, and behind him were the other two horses with luggage.

After a while, Niya slowly slowed down.

"Sorry, I felt a little unstable just now~www.readwn.com~ It's nothing, do you feel a lot of pressure?" Lorrain Hill looked at Niya and asked guessingly.

"Ok......"

"People in the clan expect me a lot and hope I can change the destiny of the clan, but I understand that I am not a genius, just an ordinary person with better luck. I am afraid that this result will disappoint everyone."

"Before I came to school, everyone used the income of the entire tribe for nearly a year in order to make up for my travel expenses and living expenses, fearing that I would be wronged at school."

"I am grateful to everyone, but I am also afraid that I will be able to respond to this expectation."

Niya looked at the tent in the distance, and remembered the group of people around her since she was little, those familiar faces, those hopeful eyes, and the clasped hands. So heavy, yet full of expectations.

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