She Is Not a Witch

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After staying in a warm and spacious tent with Niya that night, they slept well, which relieved the fatigue of these days of travel. When the sun rose high the next day, Lorrain Hill slowly got up from the cashmere blanket in her pajamas.

Rubbing his eyes and straightening out the scattered hair, he heard the conversation outside the tent.

"Uncle Kulle, yesterday I saw everyone drove the sheep back, did something happen?"

Niya's voice came from outside, and then a thick voice sounded.

"Recently, the fighting between the White Wolf family and the Black Wolf family has intensified. Some time ago, the leader of the Black Wolf family rushed into the wedding scene and robbed the new wife of the White Wolf family heir. After being severely humiliated, the White Wolf The family is retaliating aggressively recently. Just the day before yesterday, thousands of people from both sides faced off by the Shemu River. Although they did not fight on a large scale, a dozen people died on each side."

"The situation is getting worse and worse. Both parties are large tribes of hundreds of thousands of people. If a full-scale fight occurs, we are likely to be affected." The thick-sounding uncle said worriedly.

"Didn't the shaman mediate?" Niya asked.

"At the beginning of the month, the Kejian shaman of the Snow Leopard clan acted as an intermediary to mediate. It is said that the two sides almost fought in the mediation tent. Later, the Kejian shaman couldn't, and they had to disperse and let them solve it."

"The main reason is that the old wolf king left too suddenly and died accidentally while hunting the fierce falcon. Without the suppression of this Sequence 7, the following sons also have their own thoughts. The huge wolf ear clan is now divided into six. "

"Although the leader of the white wolf group and the leader of the black wolf tribe are brothers, they were at odds in their early years. It is said that the leader of the black wolf tribe was also worn a green hat by the handsome leader of the white wolf tribe when he was young. This has always been regarded as a shame by him. Now that it has developed, it is natural to retaliate severely."

"That's it..." Niya sighed.

"For our shofar tribe, any of them are huge creatures and can't afford to provoke them, so they can only shrink back now, so as not to be dragged by them in the fight."

"At that time, I was robbed and killed by them. I declined, accidentally injured and admitted wrong. We can't say anything, we can only admit that we are unlucky."

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"Come on, Niya, the clan will count on you in the future. The old patriarch has already said that after you graduate, he will directly abdicate and let you take over." The uncle patted Niya on the shoulder, and the voice gradually stopped here.

When Lorrain Hill got dressed and walked out of the tent, she saw Niya standing outside the tent alone, seeming to be thinking about something.

"Are you awake, Lorraine." Niya greeted her when she saw Lorrainhill come out.

"Yeah. Good morning, Niya."

"It's getting late, Lorraine, it's almost noon." Niya said with a smile, and then took Lorrain to eat breakfast.

Breakfast is scones with sliced ​​sausage, and the drink is still goat milk tea. Although the shofar people are not wealthy, the food for the guests can still be satisfied, not to mention Niya's classmates, the distinguished guests from Emenas.

After a day's rest at Niya's home, Lorrain Hill and him embarked on a journey again to the end of the goal, the area where the stone red devil pig lives.

The two exchanged several good horses in the clan, and the speed was a little faster than before. Riding a horse on the vast field, as the flowing clouds in the sky roll, the sun appears from time to time and is sometimes blocked, and the earth is slowly changing between light and darkness.

As the two went all the way to the west, the number of orcs on the road gradually increased. There were various teams, some 4-5 people, some 20-30 people, and some more than 100 people. They wore leather jackets and sackcloth, but the colors were much brighter than they encountered when they first entered the Gufia steppe.

Red, blue, black, yellow, white, etc., not only men, but also some young women, some of whom wear silver jewelry on their hands.

Seeing Lorraine Xier a little curious, Niya explained: "They are going to the Fire Picking Festival."

So that was the case, Lorrain Hill thought, and then recalled the information he had seen in Emenas. The tradition of orcs worshiping flames can be traced back to an extremely ancient time, and it is said that this is even a tradition in the court of giants.

According to the description on the murals discovered by archaeology, the giant's emperor sits high on the throne, behind him is a huge sun. The sun's rays are like feathers, covering the world, and there is a flame burning in the giant's heart.

It is said that that was the first flame, the first light and the first heat to come to the world.

The source of all fires, the fire of all fires.

The king of giants sprinkled flames on the earth, and various human forms were born from the flames. That is the ancestor of all humanoid intelligent creatures.

But this kind of statement is not recognized by the elves. The elves believe that they are the tallest fruit that was born on the world tree, and fell into human form. The myth of the Eastern Continent is that dragons make the world, the dragon of creation hung up in the void and circled into the world, and human beings were transformed by the tears of the dragon of creation.

There are arguments for them. Some people say that humans are descendants of angels, but they have lost their wings, and a small number of people even believe that humans are hidden children of demons, just abandoned by their parents. But in fact both angels and demons arrived in this world very late.

Regardless of these messy myths and legends, the orcs still have a tradition of worshiping flames. During the fire-picking festival, various tribes will send people to the convention to collect the fire and then bring it back to the clan. A kind of glory.

The shamans will also meet at festivals throughout the year to discuss some things together, and occasionally reach a consensus, they will promulgate rules that are common to all orc tribes.

It is precisely by relying on such a small number of traditional festivals and rituals that the shamans reluctantly keep the various tribes together, instead of directly abandoning the name of the orc and becoming an unrelated race ~www.readwn.com~ madness After the tooth empire, various tribes wandered around, and many of them disappeared in history, such as the strong crocodile tail clan, the golden winged peng wing clan, the chicken and snake clan with magic eyes, and so on.

After the Battle of Chaos, the vitality of all races was greatly injured, but humans quickly recovered and relied on their strong adaptability to occupy all corners of the continent again. The orcs had to hug the grasslands to survive.

If it were not for the rapid rise of the Green Empire, the knights of the West Wind would even rush directly into the grassland and continue to conquer this land. Those fox ears who work and live in the West Wind know very well about these orcs.

Although the individual appears to be powerful, it lacks discipline and unity, like gravel, which is difficult to achieve.

In the West Wind country when Roland was reigning, the long swallow-tail flag fluttered like an ocean, and the knights followed the horns into the battlefield, spears like forests. Under the implementation of glory and mission, the knights are invincible and invincible.

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