Who would have thought that an accidental companionship, an inadvertent invitation, and a unique singing would create a dreamy scene that is like a miracle.
The blooming fluorescent flowers and the fruits hanging on the branches seem to have stepped into reality from a dream and come to you, making people feel so unreal that they just want to touch and watch them repeatedly to confirm their own understanding.
Fruit is a rare thing for the residents on the grassland. Because in this era, transportation and preservation are inconvenient. Fruits from the south are very expensive to transport to the grassland. Very few people can afford to eat them. There are even a considerable number of people who have never eaten this kind of fresh fruit.
Something sweet.
The oily and bland taste of the past was washed away by the slightly sour and sweet pulp, and a different kind of beauty was perceived by people. The venue at night was filled with cheers.
"Elani!"
A strange call came, a strong man with a loud voice shouted so.
"Elani!"
Several people nearby also started shouting, raising their hands in the air and looking excited.
"Elani!"
"Elani!"
"Elani!"
More and more people joined in, chanting this name, until finally the entire venue was immersed in this wave of cheers, and the resounding sound continued to echo in the dark wilderness and spread to all directions.
Elani, the daughter of fire, is a girl in ancient legend who healed Kedalen with her singing.
Wearing a crown of green branches, a white dress, and bare feet, she walked out of the fire, healed Kedalen's arrow wounds with her singing, and then let him sleep for three days to rest and regain his strength. After that, Kedalen was full of energy.
, defeated the wolf-headed king and took him under his command. This is a story recorded in "Poetry of Fire" and is also one of the origins of the Crimson Songstress.
The world-famous Cang Diva and Scarlet Diva have always been the highest honor given to singers.
Lorraine Hill opened his eyes and looked at this sea of cheering and enthusiasm, feeling a little at a loss.
At first, she just wanted to bring out the magic of nature for the sake of performance. But for some reason, as her heart and emotions were immersed in the singing, the light spots formed by these natural magic also formed butterflies, stimulating everyone around.
Plants start to grow.
The nutrients that were lacking in the past were provided and promoted by magic power. By the time the girl came to her senses from the immersive singing, these young saplings had become large trees with dense branches and leaves, bearing thick fruits.
Niya looked at the girl in the white dress sitting among the leaves on the roof of the car, as if she was recognizing her roommate for the first time. Is this the real Lorraine? So dreamy, beautiful, and distant.
The bard and other travelers beside the vehicle also looked at the green-haired girl in shock. They wanted to ask what they wanted to say, but they couldn't find any words to describe it. All the adjectives they had learned in the past seemed to be eclipsed, and it was difficult to find the words.
Open your mouth.
Everyone in the audience cheered Elani's praise and slowly rushed forward. However, when they approached the carriage where the girl was sitting, they unconsciously wanted to stop. Those bright and clear eyes and appearance
It is so beautiful that one cannot bear to desecrate this flawless purity.
"Everyone, be quiet."
The great shaman, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke. He shook the copper bell on the wooden staff in his hand, making everyone gradually quiet down.
The crowded crowd split to both sides like a tide. An old shaman wearing a colorful forehead ornament walked in the middle, followed by several other shamans. They came from several large tribes and could basically represent most of the forces on the grassland.
There are now more than 40 tribes on the Gufiya grassland, and only 5 have a population of more than 2 million, namely Wolf Ear, Lion Mane, Leopard Ear, Ox Head, and Deer Antler. There are many branches under these large tribes, such as Dong.
The lion is one of the branches of the lion's mane, and both the white wolf and the black wolf have one of the branches of the wolf's ears.
Today's Great Shaman is from the Hanlu Clan, a branch of the Lujiao Tribe. The bifurcated horns on his head are engraved with unknown symbols and words, and there are also small bronze medals and jade stones hanging in them, which make a jingling sound when walking.
Sound.
The great shaman walked to the front of the car and stopped slowly. At this time, Lorraine Hill felt that it was a bit rude to still sit on the roof of the car, so he jumped down, then lightly tapped his toes on the grass, and then stood up easily.
.
"Hello, a guest I have never seen before, a new legendary singer." The old shaman praised, his long and thick brown beard swaying accordingly.
"Hello, I took the liberty of interrupting the conference." Lorraine Hill nodded slightly, with a bit of embarrassment on his face. Others were enjoying the flame party, but he extinguished almost all the fire pillars in the venue.
"It's nothing, as long as the fire in the altar doesn't go out." The great shaman continued without caring.
"And the party you brought to us is a rare surprise for us in a hundred years."
"It's been a long time since I heard such a beautiful song. Maybe the Twilight Brigade back then couldn't reach this level."
The old shaman sighed slightly, and then opened his mouth to invite: "Can we talk about it? Not only me, but many people here must be yearning for the beautiful world you describe with your singing."
"Me too, very interested."
"No problem, but I have to bring my friends."
Lorraine Hill nodded, then raised his wrist as white as the bright moon and pointed at the ordinary girl sitting in the corner.
The great shaman looked at the slightly shorter ordinary girl, as if he was remembering something, and then said: "Is that Yangjiao girl your friend?"
"Yes, she is one of my best friends at all times." The girl replied softly, everything was so natural.
Niya looked at the layers of eyes around her, including envy, jealousy, eagerness, and all kinds of looks. Her restless heart in the past suddenly settled down, as if the stone that had been falling finally came into contact with the solid and soft ground.
The ground is so firm and reassuring.
Even though I am as small as a firefly, can I still stand with the bright moon?
Can an ordinary existence like me be seen by the world?
It turns out that I am not just a piece of grass on the roadside, someone who can be forgotten at any time. Even though I am so inconspicuous, I can still be remembered and acknowledged by 'her'.
A stream of heat flows in my heart, warming my humble and weak heart.
Even if I can't get results in the Flame Conference this time, even if I can't successfully graduate from Emenas, it doesn't seem to be a big deal.
The world is changing and unpredictable, just like the clouds in the sky, unpredictable, but in such a bumpy and uncertain life, she has found a partner who can walk with her.
Good friends are like treasures, hard to come by.
At this time, the girl with ram's horns holding a treasure like a treasure stood up from the crowd, walked out slowly, stood beside her friend and said hello to the great shaman.
"Hello Lord Unuk, I am Niya from the Sheephorn tribe."
The girl with short brown hair and horns lowered her head slightly, and then raised her head again. Her face under the moonlight reminded the shaman of that strong yet weak face on that night when the wildfire burned.