She Is Not a Witch Chapter 103: Talk and reverie
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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 wildfires, this brown-haired girl fell on the dry grass, covered in blood, struggling, and then the scattered flames gathered and exploded under her strong will, and finally swallowed her 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, the messenger asked the surrounding tribes not to invade this small residence.
The shaman at that time didn't think too much when doing these things. With the idea of taking care of as much as possible when the orc could produce a seed, he did these things casually.
No one expected that this occasionally lucky and ordinary girl would bring an unexpected joy this time.
In the warm big tent, a few shamans were sitting by the fire. After Lorraine and Niya came in, they were also arranged to sit on wooden chairs by the fire.
"Where did Miss Lorland come from? It seems that you should be a human being." Old Sa stroked his beard and asked curiously.
No wonder these people are curious. Generally speaking, most natural sequences come from the Verdant 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 point. He and his roommates also introduced the same before, but fortunately, the Tiziran Mountains are now except for the rabbit tribe. Besides being more famous, outsiders don't know that the sage also came from here.
"Tishran Mountains?" In the warm flame, the shaman was slightly lost in thought.
Nowadays, the Hare-ear tribe in the Tixilan Mountain Range is very famous. It produces extraordinary fruits and food with a great reputation. Even many tribes on the grassland are very envious of these distant relatives.
"Have you 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 to inspect before going to school.
The old shaman then asked: "Then can you tell us what their lives are like now?"
This...Lorland is a little bit difficult to hear about this, is it true? The rabbit ears are much better than you, or I taught it. I always feel a little suspicion of boasting.
If you don't say what you actually say, you have to lie. It's really unnecessary, and she doesn't like lying too much.
Let’s be 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."
"Will they 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, it has only been a year since the change, and 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 he taught.
"They opened up fields in the mountains. What is the effect? As far as I know, the Tiziran 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 very well with them."
Of course, eating full every day, can it be bad? Lorrain Hill recalled the scene he saw before leaving, a few Sequence 3 Xilan Golden Tigers with round stomachs and **** Just lie on the ground and bask in the sun. 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.
"That's it..."
After listening to the description of the blue-haired girl, for some reason, the shaman present was a little bit sour, and the feelings were not good on his own side. The rabbit-ear tribe is like a fish in the water in Croatia, and the wing tribe is falcon The kingdom is also regarded as a half master, and there is no need to suffer all kinds of grievances.
The flame burns quietly, and the dry wood in autumn emits a faint green smoke, and then it spreads out along the round hole at the top of the tent.
"Do you have any feelings or thoughts after Miss Lorland came to our grassland?" 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 say directly that others are not good.
"I think it's better than everyone snatching the few fruits." She paused for a while before continuing.
"It's better to work together to grow the fruit bigger, so that more people can eat it."
"Miss Lorraine's idea is good, but the grassland is so poor that only a few fruits can grow." The bull head shaman next to him sighed and shook his head. They 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 opinions are 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 similar thoughts in their hearts. You haven't experienced our sufferings, so how can 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~IndoMTL.com~In my previous life, it is true.
"Although I haven't experienced that kind of foodless days, I have heard a lot of it."
The tragic experience of the famine years, the older generation can be said to be obsessed with it, and often taught, so that she never allowed leftovers to eat when she was a child in her previous life. She had to finish eating every time, or she would be scolded.
"It's not that I don't know the difficulties everyone is experiencing." 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 firelight reflected in the girl’s eyes. The burning eyes, the gentleness and self-confidence, made everyone present could not help but start to think about the name when people cheered not long ago, "The Poem of Fire" "The ancient legend in ".
Alani, a young girl born from the flame and cured by singing.
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