She Is Not a Witch

Chapter 86

After staying with Niya in the warm and spacious tent that night, we had a good sleep and relieved the fatigue of these days of travel. It wasn't until the sun rose high the next day that Roland Hill slowly got up from the cashmere blanket in his pajamas.

Rubbing his eyes, he straightened out the loose strands of hair, only then did he hear the chatter outside the tent.

"Uncle Cooler, yesterday I saw that everyone drove the sheep back. Did something happen?"

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

"Recently, the fight between the white wolf clan and the black wolf clan has intensified. Some time ago, the leader of the black wolf clan rushed into the wedding scene and robbed the new wife of the heir of the white wolf clan. After being severely humiliated, the white wolf The family has been retaliating wildly recently, just the day before yesterday, thousands of people from both sides faced off by the Shemu River, although there was no large-scale killing, more than a dozen people died on each side."

"The situation is getting worse and worse. Both sides are large tribes of hundreds of thousands of people. If there is a full-scale fight, we are likely to be affected." The uncle with a strong voice said worriedly.

"Didn't the shamans go to mediate?" Nya asked.

"At the beginning of the month, the shaman Kejian 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 shaman Kejian couldn't, so they had to disperse and let them solve it by themselves."

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

"Although the leader of the white wolf clan and the leader of the black wolf clan are brothers, the two sides did not get along in the early years. It is said that the leader of the black wolf clan was given a green hat by the handsome white wolf clan leader when he was young, which has always been regarded as a shame by him. Now that it has developed, it is natural to take revenge to come back."

"Is that so..." Nia sighed.

"For our Sheephorn Clan, any of their clans are huge and can't afford to offend, so now they can only shrink back, so as not to be led by them in the battle."

"At that time, they were really robbed and killed, and we excused, accidentally injured, and admitted that we were wrong. We can't say it, 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 abdicate and let you take over." The uncle patted Niya on the shoulder, and his voice gradually stopped.

When Roland Hill was dressed and walked out of the tent, Niya was standing outside the tent alone, as if thinking about something.

"Are you awake, Loren?" Nia greeted her when she saw Loren Hill coming out.

"Well. Good morning, Nia."

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

Breakfast is scones with grilled sausage slices, and goat milk tea is still drunk. Although the Sheephorn tribe is not rich, the food for entertaining guests is still enough, not to mention Niya's classmate, a distinguished guest from Emenas.

After resting at Niya's house for a day, Roland Hill and him embarked on a journey again to the destination of the goal, the area where the stone red devil pig lives.

The two exchanged a few good horses in the clan, and the speed was a little faster than before. Riding the horse on the vast wilderness, with the rolling clouds in the sky, the sun sometimes appears, sometimes it is blocked, and the earth is slowly changing between light and dark.

As the two of them headed westward, the number of orcs they encountered on the road gradually increased. There were various teams, some with 4-5 people, some with 20-30 people, and some with more than 100 people. They were wearing leather jackets and sackcloth, but the colors were much brighter than the ones they had encountered when they first entered the Goufia steppe.

Red, blue, black, yellow, white, etc., not only men, but also some young women, some with silver ornaments on their hands.

Seeing that Lorraine was a little curious, Nia explained, "They are going to the Fire Picking Festival."

So it was, Roland Hill thought to himself, and then recalled the information he saw in Emenas. Orcs' tradition of worshiping fire can be traced back to extremely ancient times, and it is said that it even continued the tradition of the court of giants.

According to the description on the murals discovered by archaeology, the emperor of the giant sits high on the throne, and behind him is a huge sun. The light of the sun is like a feather, covering the world, and there is a flame burning at the heart of the giant.

It is said that it 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 figures were born from the flames, and they were the ancestors of all humanoid intelligent creatures.

However, this statement is not recognized by the elves. The elves believe that the fruit that was born on the world tree at the earliest, fell to the ground and turned into a human form. The myth of the Eastern Continent is that dragons create the world, the dragon of creation is connected to the void and circles the world, and human beings are transformed by the tears of the dragon of creation.

Some of them have their own rhetoric, 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 angels and demons came to this world very late.

Regardless of these messy myths and legends, orcs still have the tradition of worshipping flames. During the Fire Harvest Festival, each tribe will send people to the meeting to collect fire seeds, and then bring them to the Hui people. It is said that this can bring good luck. an honor.

And the shamans will meet at festivals over the years to discuss some things together, and once a consensus is reached, they will promulgate rules that are common to all orc tribes.

It is by virtue of this small number of traditional festivals and ceremonies that the shamans barely hold the tribes together without

It is to directly abandon the name of the orc and become an irrelevant race.

Since the Crazy Fang Empire, various tribes have been living in the Quartet, and many have disappeared into history, such as the strong crocodile-tailed clan, the golden-winged Pengyi clan, the chicken-snake clan with magic pupils, and so on.

After the war of chaos, the vitality of all ethnic groups was severely damaged, but human beings recovered quickly and once again occupied every corner of the continent with their strong adaptability. The orcs could only survive in the grasslands.

If it weren't for the rapid rise of the Green Empire, the knights of the west wind would even rush into the grasslands and continue to conquer this land. The fox-eared clan who worked and lived in the west wind knew a lot about these orcs.

Although the individual seems to be strong, it is difficult to achieve great things without discipline and unity.

In the country of the West Wind when Roland was in power, the long swallowtail flag fluttered like an ocean, and the knights followed the horns into the battlefield, spears and halberds like forests. Under the implementation of glory and mission, the knights are invincible and invincible.

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