On the rolling wilderness, a herd of warmblood horses galloped across the ground.
The horses' hooves trampled across the grass, bringing up bursts of mud and light yellow smoke. The nearly a thousand horses were shaking their strong muscles while running, as well as the smooth and reflective fur on the surface.
The horses raised by these orcs are strong and energetic, running across the wilderness, with a lush forest not far behind them.
These trees have light yellow leaves and white trunks. They make a rustling sound in the summer wind. The leaves sway in the sun, reflecting bright and mottled brilliance.
Smelling the dry and warm smell of grass, a figure wearing a felt hat was riding a horse. When he saw the light yellow woods in the distance, his progress gradually slowed down.
The horse beneath him moved forward leisurely, and this figure also looked at the strange and familiar scenery around him in the warm warm wind.
Later, when he gradually reached the yellow forest, he turned over and dismounted.
He took off the hood on his head, revealing a pair of curved horns. The face underneath was green and a little mature, and the close-fitting leather armor revealed his beautiful figure.
She led the horse into the refreshing forest with rustling sounds, and tall wooden houses not far away appeared in her field of vision.
The road in the forest was very spacious and relatively clean on both sides. You could see scattered wooden piles for resting. When she approached the settlement, a crowing of roosters and the bleating of cows could be heard sparsely, which brought people to the feeling.
The breath of life.
When the woman approached the center of the settlement, several aunties were sewing and knitting clothes under the shade of the trees and chatting about some things.
"How has your child been studying recently? My baby said that the teacher taught so many things that he can hardly remember them." An aunt with the same curved horns said about her recent little trouble.
"Hey, the same goes for my child. Later, I asked him to use the book issued by the school to write down all the things he didn't understand. Don't be reluctant to use it, and let his dad buy it at the market later."
"Isn't that book usually used to record His Highness Lorraine Hill's quotations? Wouldn't it be bad to write other things?" Another aunt asked hesitantly.
"this........"
"Don't worry about this. His Highness Lorraine Hill will also be happy to see such a scene." The woman approached slowly. She was wearing brown leather armor on her upper body, and there were several belts tied to her thighs on her lower body, and she was slightly pulled in.
The flesh is used to carry some items, and behind him is a crimson hooded cloak.
"Is this... Niya, you're back." Several aunties looked at the young woman, a little surprised, and then stood up one by one.
"I'm back." Niya looked at the familiar people with a smile on her face, and then looked around again, with a bit of nostalgia in her eyes.
"He's back."
"Just come back, just come back... I'll let the village prepare you a delicious meal later." Several aunties were a little excited, and then several nearby children also happily gathered around her.
"Sister Niya is back, Sister Niya is back~" cheerful shouts ran through the village in the woods, and a burst of noise and happy footsteps sounded in the village.
That night, a bonfire was set up in the open space in the village, and hundreds of people gathered around the bonfire to celebrate.
They were grilling fragrant meat skewers, garnished with cumin and salt grains, and glistening with oil. The large wooden cups they held in their hands were filled with refreshing beer. Some played the citrus, and some played the citrus.
Beat the time, beat the snare drum, and sing along.
The fire was bright, the laughter was endless, and the sound of clinking glasses was everywhere.
Several strong men holding wine glasses stood up at this moment and shouted in the evening breeze.
"Come, let me toast Niya! Celebrate the birth of a great hero in our clan."
"Okay~"
"good!"
"Agree!"
"One cup is not enough, three cups are needed."
"No, ten cups."
"Hahaha, I won't come home until I get drunk tonight."
In the noisy night, Niya was surrounded by a large group of people. These people were wearing short-sleeved leather jackets of various colors, with strong bodies, and a pair of curved horns on their heads.
"Thank you, thank you..." Niya looked at these enthusiastic compatriots and felt as if she was surrounded by flames. Although she was not a good drinker, these dark and familiar faces were so kind, which made her
Very warm inside.
"Haha, have another drink."
Watching Niya finish the wine in the cup, everyone cheered enthusiastically, and then booed loudly.
Then Niya couldn't retreat, and after drinking several more drinks, everyone dispersed under the dissuasion of several aunts, allowing Niya to rest.
Looking at Niya, whose face was a little red, an aunt helped bring sobering soup, and then sat next to her.
"You kid, don't be led astray by them." She helped straighten Niya's hair and looked at the face that she had watched grow up since she was a child.
"Sure enough, she is just as beautiful as I said at the time, but they didn't believe it at that time, huh."
"Hmm..." Niya's face turned slightly red and she responded with an embarrassed smile.
"Why did you suddenly come back today? Weren't you always in the capital Soland?" the aunt asked curiously.
"I was in the capital before because at that time Crancia needed someone to contact the grassland ministries, and my status was very suitable, so I was always there to help."
"Now that the situation is gradually stabilizing, Solander also has many mature manpower and orcs, so I don't need to mediate it as before." Niya sat up a little, drank some soup, and gradually regained consciousness.
"What about now...Don't say that you gave up your position just to go home to herd sheep and horses. In my opinion, serving in Crancia is the most prestigious one." The aunt said her simple thoughts.
"There are Muma clan members everywhere, but you are the only one who has reached the seventh level and is still a friend of the Sage. You are the pride of our clan."
"Yes, I know." Niya nodded. Compared to the past, she has become a lot more mature.
"Actually, when I came back this time, I also received a national mission."
"In the future, Gufia Grassland will be divided into six administrative regions, and various institutions will be established to assist in construction and management."
"I am relatively lucky. I was awarded the position of consul of one of the administrative districts, so I came back this time." She said a little embarrassedly, feeling that she was not old enough and experienced enough to hold such an important position.
"Wow, this is such a happy event, such a happy event." A smile appeared on the aunt's face.
"Our Sheephorn Tribe has achieved something promising, and a big shot has emerged." She said, wanting to stand up and tell the people around her the news.
"But..." Seeing this, Niya wanted to stop her.
"It's nothing. Niya, you have to be confident. It's nothing. It's just your first time. Everyone comes here for the first time. Even if one of you can't do it, there are still so many people in the clan to help you. Even if they
Not smart, but three stinking sheepherders can beat a horseman, and they can always find a way."
"Just do it boldly."
Soon after, louder cheers rang out in the village surrounded by woods, and the eager figures threw Niya high in the firelight, and then fell down again.
Repeatedly, the passionate sound echoed in the wilderness and spread to the distance under the starry sky.