She Is Not a Witch

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The luggage of the two is not too much, and it is very easy for the two horses with their luggage. On the way to the north, Lorrain Hill saw orcs of different races.

Most of them are similar in appearance to humans, but the main differences are some animal characteristics, such as the horns or ears on the head, and the tail behind them.

These orcs rode horses to graze on the grasslands. They drove the sheep and cattle, constantly changing places. Occasionally, they can hear their vast singing. The tune of their singing is not long, often there are only a few lines. The ancient ballads feel like an eagle soaring in the sky, unrestrained and far away.

When it gets dark, Niya and Lorrain will take down the packed tent on horseback, put it on a soft carpet, and sleep in a small tent about two meters in diameter.

Fortunately, the weather is neither cold nor hot, and sleeping in a tent would not be too uncomfortable.

After crossing the two rivers on the grassland, and traveling to the northwest for 2 days, I finally arrived at Niya's hometown, where the shofar people lived.

The two trot on the grassland on horses. The bells on the horses’ necks rang from time to time. When they stepped across the soft ground, the horses’ hooves brought up some grass clippings and dirt. After climbing over a low hill, the sound of horseshoes gradually slowed down.

"Did you see it, the higher hill in the distance." Niya pointed to the distance and said.

The sun gradually sets, red, orange, and purple halo the clouds on the horizon, and the warm yellow brilliance overflows the world. The green smoke rises from the distant hills, and a flock of thousands of white sheep is on the grassland. Moving slowly, several shepherd dogs ran around the flock, barking and barking.

"Is this the place where Niya grew up." Pulling away the messy long hair that was blown by the wind, Lorrain Hill looked at this beautiful world, and then two tiny figures gradually approached the top of the hill. Huge tent.

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The tall tent is about five meters high, and there are huge candles that are usually reluctant to use. The scent of candle burning and the smell of grass blend in the room. There were many people standing in the tent about ten meters in diameter. Most of them were wearing leather jackets. Many of them had rough hands and darker skin due to the long years of work.

After Niya and Lorland arrived, many people in the village came to see them both, their eyes full of curiosity.

"Is it okay in Emenas?" an uncle elder asked eagerly.

"What is the sequence now?" Many people are also concerned about this.

"How long will Niya come back to live?" an old man asked kindly.

"Did Sister Niya bring back anything delicious?" A few children surrounded Niya.

Twenty people from the tribe are squeezed into a small room. They all have curved horns on their heads. Some are larger and some are smaller. They stand close, and sometimes the two horns on their heads collide with each other. A slight voice.

Everyone asked various questions curiously, and many people secretly observed Lorraine, the black-haired beauty standing next to Niya.

This black-haired girl has a soft and wonderful appearance. There is no obvious extra feature on her body. Is she a human being? It seemed that he was still a distant Oriental.

Although he didn't speak, he just stood there quietly. The beautiful appearance and figure made many young people of the shofar tribe swayed and admired.

Finally, a young man asked with unbearable curiosity and surging desire in his heart.

"Niya, may I ask who is next to you?"

"This is my classmate, Lorraine, she is from Crancia." Niya introduced to the tribe in front of her.

At this time, a pile of dry firewood was lit, and everyone's curiosity could no longer be suppressed, and they asked various questions. Seeing that the scene was a little out of control, Niya clapped her palms, and a red flame flashed in the air, separating everyone, and then driving everyone out.

"Sorry, Lorraine, I made you laugh." Niya felt a little ashamed. Most of her clansmen didn't understand etiquette. If she and a few elders hadn't controlled the scene just now, I'm afraid someone would say something out of the ordinary.

"Nothing?" Lorraine Hill shook her head. She was not such a small-spirited person, she was just a little surprised.

The dinner is grilled meat with some vegetables, and the goat's milk tea unique to the herders is drunk.

The flaming charcoal was burning in the brazier. Niya brought a small iron grill, put the mutton slices on the grill, and then sprinkled some salt and other spices, and the aromas escaped. When the meat turns yellow and shines, put it on a clean white plate, let it cool a little while eating, so as not to burn your mouth.

Seeing Niya concentrate on barbecue and appearance, Lorrain Hill felt a little strange.

Niya is a croissant family. She roasts mutton, and she puts goat milk tea next to her, so she always feels that something is wrong.

"Does Niya like to eat lamb?" Finally, Lorrain Hill couldn't help being curious and asked.

"Well, I still like it better, what's the matter?" Niya raised her head, looked at Lorraine's gaze, and understood the reason in a blink of an eye.

"Lorland is thinking about something weird." The fire shining on her face, smiled, and then continued.

"The shofar people just have horns similar to sheep, and they have nothing to do with sheep."

"If you switch to the common wolf-eared orcs eating mutton, you will probably feel normal."

"Here." Niya handed the plate over. There were already several slices of roasted meat inside.

"Thank you." Lorland took out his chopsticks, picked up a slice, and ate it in small bites.

Freshly roasted, it has a nice texture with heat, slightly chewy and slightly spicy.

Niya herself put the baked piece in her mouth and slowly began to eat it.

After eating, drink another cup of warm goat's milk tea to dilute the greasiness in the mouth. The aroma of tea and milk permeates the cavity, and the warm belly makes people very comfortable and a little sleepy.

"Are you full?" After roasting the meat, Niya also asked in a low voice, holding the cup.

"It's almost there." Lorrain Hill didn't have much appetite.

"That should be not full~www.readwn.com~ Niya stood up and was going to get some more.

"No, it's relatively late now." Lorraine thought that there would be no more trouble. Besides, from Niya's previous conversation, she also knew that even herdsmen did not eat meat every day.

"No, if Lorrain gets thinner after going back, everyone will call me." Niya blinked and refused.

Then she opened the curtain of the tent, and after going out for a while, she brought in another tray of things.

Open the copper lid, inside is a square piece like tofu, light yellow in color. Niya cut open with a knife, bursts of milk scent escaping.

"This is a cheese of better quality. It is made after being filtered and boiled several times. It is very clean. Don't worry."

Niya put the sliced ​​cheese in front of Lorrain Hill, fearing that she would be uneasy, and explained it again.

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