She Is Not a Witch Chapter 100: White flower green colored glaze
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The grand fire-picking festival has begun.
In the endless dark wilderness, a long dragon composed of torches wandered the earth, and all the tribes on the grassland gathered in this way. The ten-meter-high giant bull drum shook the sky, and the surging drum sound seemed to be It's beating on your heart, trembling in all directions.
One by one, the monstrous pillars of fire lit up on the ground, reflecting the night like day, and the orcs on horses turned around between the pillars of fire, chanting the name of Darren, and then gathered to the center of the convention.
The giant stone pillars nearly eighty meters high form a rough circle. In the middle is a rough altar built of stone slabs. On each stone pillar stands a shaman, and as he recites the ancient The spell, the flames of the pillar of fire in the wilderness rose gradually, and formed a line of fire to gather above the altar with the airflow, and then condensed into one place, crashed down, and smashed on the altar to form a burning fireball.
After that, the shamans set up the magic circle again, so that the magic power is continuously collected and transmitted, so that the flame will not be extinguished. This is the first round of the conference, the fire of the earth.
After that, there will be a flame competition. The champion and the top three will cut their wrists, drip out a small bowl of blood, and ignite the fire of formation by extraordinary magic. On the last day of the conference, shamans will lead the ceremony. The magic of the power of the sun forms the fire of the sky, and then the three fires become one, which is the flame that symbolizes all life and glory.
The fire of glory that dispels the endless cold and brings life and prosperity. It has been the object of worship by the orcs since ancient times. It has been inherited from the customs of the Madfang Empire and is still followed by the orcs.
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One night of the Fire-picking Festival, after the main ceremony, the orcs pitched large and small tents in the wilderness, and near the middle of the convention were vendors of various tribes to sell and exchange some things.
Lorland and Niya walked in the night market, watching the utensils sold by these vendors. Among them, there were bone flutes, lifelike wood carvings, primitive horns and scimitars, and bronze nameplates.
The patterns on these nameplates are various, some are animals, some are sun, and some have text on them. Although many people think that the orcs are barbaric, this impression is actually inaccurate.
In ancient times, the orcs also had a glorious era. At that time, they used various exquisite bronze wares, had their own writings, and recorded many myths and legends. Many of these stories are still circulating today.
For example, the life of the king of fangs, the battle of the dragon, the battle of the dragon, and even the legend of the war against the true red empire. They are used to engraving these stories and legends on bronze, and the bronze nameplate is also a symbol of identity .
"Hello, how do you sell this?" The cyan long-haired girl bent over and picked up an old bronze medal. The leopard-eared orc stayed for a while with her eyes like blue glaze and a beautiful face. , I slowly adapt to it.
"Hello, this bronze medal sells 2 gold coins." He carefully quoted a high price.
"This, it's a bit expensive." After finishing speaking, the shofar girl next to her pulled the cyan ponytail on Laloran's side, not knowing whether she was trying to remind her, or she just wanted to touch her smooth long hair.
As the time spent with Lorland has been getting longer recently, Niya is not as restrained as she used to be, and occasionally quarrels with Lorland, grabbing her cyan hair end.
"Okay, here." Lorrain didn't go to counter-offer, but directly took out two extraordinary gold coins.
"Okay...Okay, thank you." A little frightened and took the gold coins. The leopard-eared young man quickly thanked him. He never thought that the other party was so generous. The price was indeed a bit high.
"Nothing." Lorrain shook his head slightly, and the cyan ponytail shook with it, and then he took the bronze medal and looked at it carefully.
The edges and corners of this mottled bronze medal are more worn out, and there are many scratches, but the patterns drawn on the bronze medal can still be seen from the remaining lines. On the altar with the sun pattern, there is a woman tied to a pillar of fire, surrounded by 5 priests, and wandering humanoid phantoms in the sky.
Due to the age of the time, many of the details have become blurred. You can only tell from the few words on the back that this is probably the story of the middle period of the Crazy Fang Empire, because the priest’s robes on the picture have a totem of the sun. After Kedalen established the Crazy Fang Empire, the totems on the early priests and shamans were mostly fangs and beasts. It was not until the middle and late stages that they changed to flames and suns.
"Does Lorrain like this very much?" Niya asked curiously, looking at the girl's thoughtful appearance.
"No, I'm just interested in the things described above." Lorrain turned his head to explain, and then put the bronze medal away and moved on.
In the hustle and bustle of the orcs, the sound of music came out from the front. Lorrain and Niya walked forward and found a group of humans gathered in that place. Some of them were bards, some were merchants, and some were travelers. There are also hired guards.
The poet sits on the roof of the car, playing the sitr in his hand, and a partner slaps the snare drum next to him, singing with love. Around it is a group of humans and orcs who admire. These humans came to Gufia to trade, and at the same time there were some bards accompanying them, who took advantage of the Chamber of Commerce to sell and make money here.
The beginning of the song is relatively relaxed, and the flexible jumping notes gradually quieted the venue, and then became agitated again as the beat progressed.
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Release comes from the heart, from the cry of the heart
That way you will start to thank you
Hope spread in this wonderful world
Inhale rivers, clouds, and dewdrops
Poke a small hole with your fingertips and plant a sapling
Let it germinate and thrive
The heart will turn into a forest
Don’t forget the past self
Every day can be your new beginning
The beats in the middle and late stages of the song are extremely tight, during which several companions continue to harmonize, and the strings of the accompaniment are pulled rapidly, giving the song a sense of strength and tension.
Lorland Hill is also attracted to this group of bards like everyone else. Compared to those who play alone, they are more like a small band, with clear division of labor and better performance.
After the performance was over, the people around were applauded. Even the orcs could hardly resist the charm of music. In this short piece of music, they also temporarily forgot the difficulties of the moment, as if they had returned to the distant past, the heyday. The ancestors galloped in the vast world, chasing endless prey, and fighting with passion and passion.
Unconstrained, running freely in the wilderness, pursuing a happy battle between life and death, and a life of pride and enthusiasm. This is the life the orcs longed for most in the past.
Sadly, these purity and invigoration have now been overwhelmed by the hard life and have long been forgotten.
On the contrary, poems that have been influenced by this style and customs have been handed down. After being introduced into the human kingdom, after hundreds of years, they were once again passed through the hands of human bards and reverberated in the ears of the orcs.
On the small bench outside the performance venue, Lorraine and Niya sat side by side, watching the prairie bards play and sing, singing stories and legends one after another.
Compared to the herdsmen wearing leather jackets around, this young girl with blue hair and white dress is so conspicuous, even sitting quietly there attracts the attention of people around.
While the girl focused on listening to the story in the song~IndoMTL.com~, she didn't notice it. Several passionate young people wanted to go up and have a conversation, but couldn't bear to break the tranquil scene.
Until the bards sang the last ballad, there was enthusiastic applause in the arena, and the orcs gathered around flocked forward, and these passionate and lusty youths prepared to invite the beauty of the city. At that time, one of the bards came out to make a relief.
"Don’t squeeze in, this lady is our special guest. She will sing the last song for us."
The voice fell, and when the group of young people doubted and hesitated, the bard took the lead and clapped.
Lorraine Hill looked at the bard slightly puzzled, looked around in a blink of an eye, then reluctantly understood, then nodded and stood up.
The applause was thunderous and enthusiastic like the ocean, and the flowers in the blue hair and white dress came onto the stage.
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