She Is Not a Witch Chapter 82: Fire like a song

　　 The north wind howls, and the fire is like a dragon.

　　 In the grassland under the night sky, teams of various animals and beasts rushed across the earth. They held torches, thousands of them, gathered from all directions, and the number of them was nearly 1 million.

　　 The iron hoof trampled, the earthquake trembled, the dust flew, and the passion in his chest burst out like flames, galloping through the wilderness.

　　 They shouted loudly, chanting the ancient hymn that has been passed down for thousands of years, and greeted the great moments of this thousand years together.

　　 Lorrain Hill stands on the high platform in the center, with the high-levels on both sides beside her. She is wearing a long-sleeved robe, looking down below, her hair and cuffs swaying in the night wind.

In the wilderness below 　　, the sound of mountains whistling and tsunamis came from all directions, as if the atmosphere and wind also brought the smell of flames, hot and shocking.

　　 The torch lifted high on the earth extends from the ground below the feet to the distance, until every inch of darkness in the field of vision is filled, flames and human shadows are everywhere, and the scattered sparks rise from the wilderness The scent of burning pyrotechnics also filled the wind, making the people in it feel slightly suffocated, as if they were in an endless world of flames.

　　 The air burned and swayed slightly, and the dazzling firelight left a shadow on the retina. The ancient flame sacrifices sang in unison from the shaman's mouth, and its desolate and distant voice spread to endless distances.

　　The girl who has been on the grassland for several months thought that she had already understood these orcs, whether it was the past history or the current status quo. But today she seems to have seen a brand new, different, heroic and fierce race.

　　 was also touched by a person from Crancia next to her. They wore the same white background and blue robes as Lorrain Hill. They stood together on the central high platform, witnessing this greatness and greatness. The shocking scene seemed to be able to glimpse a trace of the afterglow of the former overlord, the Crazy Fang Empire, from the rushing scene, a mighty empire with a land spread over the continents and oceans and a population of more than five billion people.

　　 In the fierce flames, the orc chiefs headed by the great shaman Unur turned around and spoke to Crancia.

　　 "Then, let me announce the start of the meeting at this moment, Her Royal Highness Hinoki Alani."

　　 Lorrain Hill nodded, and led the crowd behind him to the front desk, appearing in the eyes of a million orcs below.

　　 "The Scarlet Singer."

　　 "Alani!"

　　"Great Fire!"

　　 The boiling shouts swept through like a huge wave, making everyone on the stage slightly deaf. Even if they opened their mouths, they couldn't make any sound, because once they opened their mouths, they would be drowned in the waves.

　　 These shouts, which resemble huge mountains and waves, were chaotic at the beginning, gradually regular, and finally uniform. They shouted in unison, shouting the chapters that circulated from the "Poem of Fire".

　　...

　　"The crimson fire, the glow of the sun descends to the world."

　　"She stepped out of the flames, holding a seven-color long ear in one hand and a white flute in the other."

　　"The ancient king fell asleep, and the sun went down three times and rose again."

　　"After that, all the arrow wounds and knife scars on the body are healed."

　　...

　　Although the silver-haired girl is not Alani, it does not prevent these orcs from linking it to the legend. This seems to be to confirm a sacred ritual, and it seems to be a deep-buried prayer in the heart.

　　 I hope that the destiny of the orcs is like that of Darren, the king of the wild, after three sunsets and rising again, they will rise and rejuvenate again.

　　 In the face of this boiling and mighty sound, everyone on the stage could not stop it. They could only stand and wait, waiting for everyone to vent the suppressed flames in their hearts for thousands of years.

　　 After a long time, when the voice in the arena weakened slightly, U Nur raised his stick to temporarily stop the endless cry.

　　 "Today!"

　　"We will be here"

　　"Hold a flame meeting with your friends from far away"

　　 "Determine the future of our orcs!"

　　 After finishing talking, he took the torch on the side and lit the huge copper basin in front with Lorrain Hill. The flame spread along the oil in the copper basin, and the huge pillar of fire more than ten meters thick lit up on the high platform.

　　 At the same time, the long rope connected by the fire pillar has already been smeared with fire oil. The flame spreads to the high platforms in the venue along with the eight ropes, spreading in all directions like spider web veins.

　　 One after another high platforms were lit, and hundreds of huge pillars of fire rose on the ground, reflecting the night sky in a radius of tens of miles into a magnificent red.

　　The Flame Conference officially begins.

　　 First is the performance of various ethnic groups. Under Lorrain Hill’s proposal, the chaotic big and small arena was replaced by singing and dancing performances, and then wrestling and fighting that are not allowed to hurt human lives, and finally this conference The focus, flame showdown.

　　 This time, after the orcs are competing with each other, the top seven will be determined and participate in the duel with the Crancia side.

　　In order to be fair and prevent the intensity from expanding, the personnel in this confrontation are limited to under 30 years old, and the younger generation decides the future.

　　 A vigorous and strong orc stood out from the competition. Some of them were strong, some were cunning, some were agile, and some were wise. Standing on the last arena, they received the cheers and congratulations of their clan.

　　 and the duel has come to the final moment.

　　 "Let us cheer, congratulate these seven great and young warriors, they will participate in the final duel."

　　"Snow Leopards,'Flowing Fireflies and Flashes' chaotic blades."

　　"The giant elephant tribe, the ‘mountain without front’ is a heavy furnace."

　　"Linglu tribe,'Arrow of Piercing Wild', Tishian."

　　"Lion's mane tribe,'saber-toothed lion' Leiden."

　　"Rhinoceros,'Greystone Shield Armor' Baker."

　　"Grey Wolves,'Shadow of Black Snow' Chiron."

　　"The white bear tribe, the ‘ice torn’ torn."

　　 The seven people walked up to the high platform with various weapons. They were tall or short, fat or thin, and accepted the blessings bestowed by the shaman, healed their wounds, restored their physical strength, and greeted the final showdown.

　　 Lorrain Hill stood by and watched a scene, and one of the contestants came over after receiving the shaman blessing. He leaned over in front of the girl and saluted.

　　 "It turned out to be you, Leiden."

　　Looking at this lionmane orc who was one head taller than him even if he leaned over, Lorrain Hill recalled his experience on the grassland, the orc who had been by his side and assisted for a period of time~IndoMTL.com~ At that time, Niya was injured, and they rested in the Lionmane clan for a while, and the shaman at the time asked himself to help the young Lionmane. Unexpectedly, two years later, this guy also grew up quickly.

　　 "Yes, teacher...no, Your Highness Alani." The lionmane orc still respects the girl, after all, Lorrain Hill taught a lot about the practice of transcendental sequences at the time. He also pointed out many previous loopholes for him, and also helped himself plan the future direction.

　　 Those two short months can be said to have been the most fruitful time for him in these years. To this day, he often takes out the notes of the time and keeps thinking about it.

　　Unexpectedly, when we meet again, this young teacher is already a celebrity who resounds throughout the grassland, and now he is about to step on the duel arena again...

　　 Seeing a trace of hesitation in Leiden's heart, Lorrainhill spoke directly.

　　 "You don't need to be imitation, you just do your best, I won't blame you for it. If you keep your hands or hesitate, I will be disappointed in you."

　　"Since we stepped onto the ring and placed everyone's hopes and expectations, we must not live up to this trust and belief."

　　 "Go all out, Leiden."

　　 "Yes, teacher."

　　 After listening, Leiden clasped his fists and bowed deeply, then walked off the high platform, step by step towards the flaming duel arena.

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