She Is Not a Witch

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In the wildfire matchup last winter, a shofar girl accidentally became a dark horse. She entered the final and won, which surprised many people.

On the grassland burned by wildfire, the brown-haired girl fell on the dry grass, covered in blood, struggling constantly, and then the scattered flames gathered and exploded under her strong will, and finally swallowed the opponent.

Afterwards, the big shaman carefully treated the seriously injured girl, allowed her to recover as much as possible and returned to her hometown safely. Afterwards, she also asked the messenger to instruct the surrounding tribes not to invade this small residence.

At that time, the shaman didn't think too much when doing these things. With the idea of ​​taking care of as much as possible when the orcs could produce a seed, he did these things casually.

No one thought that this ordinary and lucky girl would bring an unexpected joy this time.

In the warm big tent, a few shamans were sitting by the fire, and Lorraine and Niya were also arranged to sit on wooden chairs by the fire after they came in.

"Where did Miss Lorland come from? It seems that you should be a human." Old Sa stroked his beard and asked curiously.

It's no wonder that these people are curious. Generally speaking, most of the natural sequences come from the Green Empire, because they inherit the inheritance of the Mori Elves, while the natural factions in Xuehua Seven are very rare.

"I'm from Crancia, close to the edge of the Tiziran Mountains." Lorrainhill is not easy to conceal this. He and his roommates also introduced this before, but fortunately, the Tiziran Mountains are now more famous besides the rabbit tribe. , Outsiders do not know that the sage also came from here.

"Tishran Mountain Range?" In the warm flames, the shaman was slightly lost in thought.

Nowadays, the Hare-ear tribe in the Tizilan Mountains is very famous. It produces extraordinary fruits and grains with a great reputation. Even many tribes on the grassland are very envious of these distant relatives.

"Should you have seen the Rabbit Ears over there?" the old shaman continued.

"Yes." Lorrain nodded. This is quite familiar. After all, she taught many of the knowledge and skills of the Rabbit Ears, and she went to various cities before going to school.

The old shaman then asked: "Then can you tell us what their lives are like now?"

This... After hearing this, Lorraine was a little bit troubled. Actually speaking? The Rabbit Ears are much better than you, or I taught it. I always feel a little suspicion of boasting.

If you don't speak according to reality, you have to lie. It's really unnecessary, and she doesn't like lying too much.

Let’s be a little bit more euphemistic, thinking of this, Lorrain Hill slowly speaks: “The rabbit ears are now opening up fields in the mountains, learning words and knowledge, and you can see them in many cities in Crancia.”

"Then they will not be discriminated against and humiliated by humans?" A wolf-eared shaman sitting next to him asked a little eagerly.

It seems that the news of this group of orcs is a bit outdated, Lorraine thought, but after all, the changes have only been a year, and the Gufia Grassland also lacks channels for external communication, so it can be understood.

"No, they are working very hard now." Thinking of the group of diligent rabbits, Lorrain nodded with some relief. They were all good children taught by herself.

"They opened up fields in the mountains. What is the effect? ​​As far as I know, the Tizilan Mountain Range is a branch of the Sigh Mountain Range, and there are many monsters in it." The old shaman was silent for a while before asking. The mood among them is also slightly complicated, as if the poor relatives who had been despised in the past have suddenly become lucky. Even if he knows that it has little to do with him, he still can't let go.

"The monsters in the Tiziran Mountains get along well with them."

Of course, it’s not good to have a full meal every day? Lorrain Hill recalled the scene he saw before leaving. Several Sequence 3 Xilan Golden Tigers were lying on their stomachs like balls. Bask on the ground. So the green-haired girl nodded solemnly, thinking that she would have to find some work for these big cats in the future, and she would sleep after eating it every day.

"That's it..."

After listening to this young girl’s description, for some reason, the shaman present was a little bit sour, and the feelings were not good on his own side. The rabbit-eared tribe lived like a fish in Crancia, and the wing tribes also counted in the Falcon Kingdom. Half a master, don't have to suffer all kinds of wrongs.

The flame burned quietly, and the dry wood in autumn emitted a faint green smoke, and then it spread out along the round hole at the top of the tent.

"After Miss Lorland came to our grassland, do you have any thoughts or thoughts?" The old shaman looked at the student of Emenas and asked. In fact, he also wanted to know how the outside world views these orcs, or in other words, he is also very interested in the views of this girl who describes the forest fairyland.

Is it true that the tradition that has been repeated for thousands of years in the past has gone wrong? Is there any other way out?

"This..." After all, it's an outsider, and it's hard for the girl to directly say that others are not good.

"I think it's not like everyone snatching the few fruits." She paused for a while before continuing.

"It's better to work together to cultivate bigger fruits so that more people can eat them."

"Miss Luolan's idea is good, but the grassland is barren and only a few fruits can grow." The Niutou shaman next to him sighed and shook his head. The family had also considered farming, but the effect was dismal.

"Miss Lorraine must have a good family background." The wolf-ear tribe shaman was a bit disdainful. Although Emenas's students are rare, they are not uncommon. There are many in their clan. It is estimated that this lady singer was born in a big family, and her opinion is like ‘why not eat minced meat’. If they have plenty of food and are so difficult, will they fight every day?

Although the other shamans didn't speak, they probably had the same thoughts in their hearts. You haven't experienced our sufferings, so how could you understand our difficulties. Sure enough, the existence of the singer can only give people a beautiful dream, and cannot solve practical problems.

"My family background is average~www.readwn.com~ in my previous life, that's true.

"Although I haven't experienced that kind of foodless days, I have heard a lot."

The tragic experience of the famine years, the older generation can be said to be obsessed with it, and often used to teach, so that in her previous life, she ate when she was a child, and absolutely not allowed leftovers. She had to finish eating every time, otherwise she would be scolded.

"It's not that I don't know the difficulties that everyone has encountered." The green-haired girl said slowly, then raised her head.

"If, I can come up with a solution to your problems."

The crimson flames burst into flames, and the warm light reflected in the girl’s eyes. The gaze was scorching. The gentleness and self-confidence made everyone present could not help but start recalling the name when people cheered not long ago, in "The Poem of Fire." Ancient legend.

Alani, a girl who was born from the flame and healed with singing.

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