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Chapter 103 Conversation and reverie

In the wildfire showdown last winter, a girl from the Yangjiao tribe unexpectedly became the dark horse, entered the finals, and won, which surprised many people.

On the grassland burned by wildfires, the brown-haired girl fell on the dry grass, covered in blood, and kept struggling. Then, under the condensation of her strong will, the scattered flames converged and erupted, eventually engulfing her opponent.

Afterwards, the great shaman carefully treated the seriously injured girl and allowed her to recover as much as possible before returning to her hometown safely. Afterwards, she asked a messenger to instruct the surrounding tribes not to intrude on this small settlement.

The shaman at that time did not think too much when doing these things. Based on the idea of ​​​​taking care of the orcs as much as possible if they could emerge, they did these things casually.

No one expected that this ordinary girl who was lucky by chance would bring an unexpected surprise this time.

In the warm big tent, several shamans were sitting next to the fire. After Loren and Niya came in, they were also arranged to sit on wooden chairs next to the fire.

"Where did Miss Luolan come from? It seems that you are a human being." Lao Sa stroked his beard and asked curiously.

It’s no wonder these people are curious. Generally speaking, most of the natural sequences come from the Verdant Empire, because they inherited the inheritance of the forest elves, while the natural factions in Xue Hua Qi are very rare.

"I'm from Crancia, near the border of the Tissilan Mountains." It's hard for Lorraine Hill to hide this. He and his roommates introduced him this way before, but fortunately, the Tissilan Mountains are now more famous except for the Rabbit clan.

, outsiders don’t know that the sage also came from this.

"Tisilan Mountains?" In the warm firelight, the shaman fell into thinking for a moment.

Nowadays, the Rabbit Ears tribe in the Tixilan Mountains is very famous. The extraordinary fruits and grains they produce are famous far and wide. Even many tribes on the grassland are very envious of these distant relatives.

"Have you ever seen the rabbit-ear tribe over there?" the old shaman asked next.

"Yes." Luo Lan nodded. This was quite familiar. After all, she taught many of the knowledge and skills of the Rabbit Ears tribe. She also visited various cities before going to school.

The old shaman then asked: "Can you tell me what their life is like now?"

This... Hearing this, Luo Lan was a little confused. Is it realistic? The Rabbit Ear tribe is much better off than you, and I taught them. I always feel that I am a bit self-proclaimed.

If you don't tell the truth, you have to lie. It's really not necessary. Besides, she doesn't like lying very much.

Let's be more tactful. Thinking of this, Lorraine Hill slowly spoke: "The Rabbit-ear tribe is now opening up fields in the mountains, learning writing and knowledge, and you can see them in many cities in Crancia."

"Then they won't be discriminated against and bullied by humans?" a wolf-eared shaman sitting next to him asked eagerly.

It seems that the news about this group of orcs is a bit out of date, Luo Lan thought, but after all, it has only been a year since the change, and Gufia Grassland also lacks channels for external communication, which is understandable.

"No, they are working very hard now." Thinking of those hard-working rabbits, Luo Lan nodded with some relief. They were all good children he taught.

"They opened up fields in the mountains. What is the effect? ​​As far as I know, the Tixilan Mountains are a branch of the Sighing Mountains, and there are many monsters among them." The old shaman was silent for a while before asking. His mood was also slightly complicated.

, just like a distant poor relative who used to look down upon suddenly became lucky and prosperous. Even though he knew that it had little to do with him, he still couldn't let go.

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

Of course, if you eat well every day, what else can you do? Lorraine Hill recalled the scene he saw before leaving. Several Sequence 3 Xilan golden tigers were lying with their bellies as round as balls.

Basking in the sun 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, so that they could sleep after eating every day.

"That's it..."

After listening to the green-haired girl's description, for some reason, the shaman present felt a little sour. His relationship was not going well on his own side. The Rabbit Ears tribe was at home in Crancia, and the Winged tribes were considered to be in the Falcon Kingdom.

Being half a master, you don’t have to suffer all kinds of grievances.

The flame burns quietly, and the dry firewood in autumn emits a faint green smoke, and then disperses along the round hole on the top of the tent.

"After Miss Lorraine came to our grassland, do you have any thoughts or feelings?" 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

He said that he was also very interested in the point of view of this girl who described the forest wonderland.

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

"This..." After all, she is an outsider, and it is not easy for a girl to directly say something bad about others.

"I think it's better for everyone to grab the few fruits." She paused for a moment before continuing.

"It's better to work together to grow the fruit bigger so that more people can eat it."

"Miss Luolan has a good idea, but unfortunately the land in the grassland is barren and can only grow so many fruits." The ox-headed shaman next to him sighed and shook his head. Their family also considered farming, but the results were dismal.

"Miss Luolan must have a good family background." The shaman of the Wolf-Ear tribe was a little disdainful. Although Emenas students are rare, they are not uncommon. There are many in their tribe. This singer lady is probably

Born into a wealthy family, the views expressed are like 'why not eat minced meat'? If they have plenty of food, why would they be in such a difficult situation and fight among themselves every day?

Although the other shamans didn't speak, they probably had similar thoughts in their hearts. You haven't experienced our pain, how can you understand our difficulties? Sure enough, the existence of the singer can only bring people a beautiful dream.

That's all, it can't solve the actual problem.

"My family background is average." What he said in his previous life is indeed true.

“Although I have never experienced such days of starvation, I have heard a lot about it.”

The tragic experiences of the famine years were never forgotten by the older generation, and they were often used as teachings. In her previous life, when she was a child, she was never allowed to have leftovers and had to finish them every time, otherwise she would be scolded.

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

"What if I could come up with a solution to your problems."

The crimson flames burned cracklingly, and the warm firelight reflected in the girl's eyes. Her eyes were scorching, and her gentleness and confidence made everyone present couldn't help but think back to the name of people cheering not long ago, the name in "Poetry of Fire"

Ancient legend.

Elani, a girl who was born from the flames and healed with her singing.


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