She Is Not a Witch Chapter 5: Wildfire burning
"It's not a witch()"
After returning to the Tiziran Mountains, Lorrain Hill naturally received a letter from Pullman through the Rabbit Ears.
As the initiator of the West Wind Uprising and the most core personnel, he naturally sat on the throne of the leader, but Crancia was not a feudal country in the past. They tried to take their own path.
After combining the knowledge given by Lorrain Hill, they began to form their own government agencies, most of which quoted some advanced modern ideals, and also combined with the former governor system of the Mercury dynasty to form a new system .
First of all, the country’s highest political institution is the Council of Stars, and the country’s highest leader is called the Star Leader. Then build various systems and institutions according to the needs of the country, such as education, military, agriculture, commerce, and so on.
The star leader is elected by the parliament. During the term of office, he nominates his own team to hold various important positions, and takes him as the core to control the overall situation.
Pulman's letter naturally invites Lorrain Hill, hoping she can come to Crancia.
Although I understand that this is Pullman's gratitude and heartfelt thoughts, Lorrain Hill still doesn't want to go, at least not yet.
First of all, because Pullman did not have a portrait of himself when spreading the knowledge, he also told many people the name Lorrain Hill. If she goes, she will probably be enshrined as a saint.
But this feeling is not very good. Only the dead or non-existent people are the most perfect, and they are bound to make mistakes while they are alive.
If she goes to Crancia, too many people and things will be affected by her. Even if she says something wrong, no one will dare to point it out. This is undoubtedly a disaster, and it is easy to be affected. Holding and holding more and more crooked. In the end, either the image is broken and is attacked by others, or the responsibility is increasing.
So even if you want to go, it's not now, but wait for them to stabilize, so that they won't interfere with their own thoughts.
In this way, she wrote a long reply to tell Pullman what she thought, and then declined the student's invitation.
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Gufia Alliance, Hoarfrost Steppe.
The cold wind howled, the half-person tall bamboo grass was undulating in the wind, and the thick pastures spread like emerald green ocean throughout the field of vision. Walking in it from time to time, they used their hands to poke the pastures in front of them. Hidden in the tall pasture.
Since the collapse of the Madfang Empire thousands of years ago, this northern grassland has gradually become the last place for the orcs.
About forty tribes live here. They are branches of the orcs. Some are very powerful, with a population of several million, some are very weak, and at least they are only a few hundred people, dissipating. Struggling on the edge.
Not every tribe is so lucky, to meet a silver-haired girl who rescues them, more of it dissipates in this world silently. In fact, this is also the normal state of the world. There are countless races that have perished since ancient times, and they have naturally evolved and eliminated, and they are not transferred by personal will.
The vast horn sounded in the wind, and the white ears and grains of Xinzhu grass slowly fluttered in the wind, like thousands of dandelions. A girl with chestnut hair, holding a long walking stick, walked in the sea of grass with her chest high, surrounded by a circle of orcs of various races, some of them cheered, some howled, Some also beat thunderous drums.
The sound of drums shook the sky, and a man who was more than three meters tall stood opposite the girl. His face was full of beard and red-brown hair, and his hands were holding a giant axe that was as high as a person.
The girl is wearing gray clothes and a short skirt that is easy to move. There are a pair of downward curved horns behind her ears, guarding her ears like the horns of a sheep, and the big Chinese mane on the opposite side is like a lion's mane. Generally, full of strength and deterrence.
The lion-like big man roared when the girl with the horns approached, and the violent sound directly pressed down on the pasture in front of him, forcing the girl to stick her cane on the ground to resist these few desires. The air wave blown away by people.
My eyes were confused by the wind, I could only lower my head and use my arms to block it, but the sound of the earth trembling came from under my feet.
The girl with claw horns had no time to run, so she knelt on her back, a sharp axe across her face, as if cutting a small piece of wood, she cut off her walking stick directly, and some of her chestnut hair was also cut off. , She avoided the attack that almost killed her dangerously and dangerously.
After the giant axe swept across, she moved quickly, still holding the large part of the cane in her hand.
Along with the flame spreading on the cane, her brown-black pupils seemed to flash a ray of fire. The cane waved, the flames waved, and the grass was ignited, spreading outward like an arc, advancing forward like a wall of fire.
At the same time, many flames are like snakes, flying around in the air, shooting at the big man on the opposite side.
The lion-like man wielded a giant axe, and the strong wind pressure directly swept away the fire snake in front of him, then he picked up the giant axe and traversed the path like a full moon around his body, cutting the pasture beside him. , Followed by a loud shout, the violent air wave shook the pasture around him, letting it fly in all directions.
The fire spreading on the ground was difficult to move forward in the face of the cleared fire belt.
Seizing the flames to separate the opponents for the time being, the claw girl swiftly waved the cane, and the fiercely burning flame followed the cane across the air circle after circle. These circles of flames rolled on the ground like wheels, rolling up the grass. , Keep burning, keep spreading.
Seeing this, the lion man directly lifted the giant axe, and the bright brilliance appeared on the surface of the axe. As the giant axe slashed in the air, an axe light split the atmosphere and flew out quickly.
When the claw-horn girl saw the gleaming light of the giant axe, it was too late to think that the galloping light of the axe had already come before her, cold, sharp and extremely dangerous.
The walking stick was shattered, and blood was splashing in the air. From the right shoulder to the lower left, a long gap appeared on the body, biting pain, rich blood, and a weak body that could not stand.
The girl with the claw horns made a painful hiss, her fingers scratching on the ground~IndoMTL.com~ to grab some broken soil and withered grass roots.
Ignoring the injury, she struggled to stand up quickly, one eye couldn't open because of the pain, and the other eye was nervously observing the huge figure that was approaching on the opposite side. In the flames, with the heavy steps, the huge body holding the giant axe, as if to cover the sky, rushed towards him.
"Juyan!"
Facing forward, she stretched out the only usable arm, and the flames scattered on the ground rushed towards the opponent. On the huge site with a diameter of three hundred meters, the circle of fire scattered everywhere, constantly igniting, converged toward the center target, rising like a volcanic eruption.
The crimson and transparent flame brings suffocating high temperature, and it keeps wrapping around the man with the lion’s mane. With every breath, he inhales a puff of flame, the scorching heat inside and outside, his violent roar, the breath of flame The waves swayed everywhere, but still couldn't break free from this invisible burning cage.
The flames rose and continued to sweep through, and finally, this huge and powerful body collapsed, leaving only a scorched black body. The orcs on the crowd yelled in excitement, as if they were applauding or celebrating. They didn't care about this tragic death of their clan, as if they were accustomed and commonplace.
The humans who know their customs are not surprised, because these are the orcs of the ancient Fia steppe. They are arrogant and fearless, love to fight, despise the weak, and fearless of death.
The shofar girl sits quietly on the grass, looking at the scorched black body that never breathes in front, surrounded by the cheers of other orcs, somehow, she feels cold and sorrow in her heart.
At this moment, a respected shaman walked into the center of the venue, held up his wooden staff, and announced in cheers.
"Niya, the shofar tribe, victory! And she will be eligible to go to Emenas!"