She Is Not a Witch

"It's not a witch (

After returning to the Tiziran Mountains, Lorrain Hill naturally received the 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, and they tried to go out of their own way.

After combining the knowledge given by Lorrain Hill, they began to form their own government agencies, most of which cited some advanced modern ideals, and also combined the former governor system of the Mercury Dynasty to form a new system.

First of all, the highest political institution of the country is the Council of Stars, and the highest leader of the country 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 leaders are elected by the parliament and nominate their own team during their tenure to hold important positions and take them as the core to control the overall situation.

Pullman's letter naturally invited Lorrain Hill, hoping she could 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 went, she might 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 will definitely make mistakes while alive.

And 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 out the mistakes. This is undoubtedly a disaster, and it is easy to be praised by others. The more you go, the more crooked. In the end, either the image is broken and is attacked by others, or the responsibility is increasing.

So even if they 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 her thoughts, and then declined the student's invitation.

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Gufia Alliance, Hoarfrost Steppe.

The cold wind howled, the half-person-high letter bamboo grass undulated in the wind, and the thick pastures spread like emerald green oceans throughout the field of vision. Walking in it from time to time, they used their hands to poke the pastures in front of them. The pasture looms and disappears.

Since the collapse of the Crazy Fang 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 and have a population of several million, while others are very weak. At least they may only have a few hundred people, struggling to dissipate. .

Not every tribe is so lucky, to meet a silver-haired girl who rescues them, more of it disappears 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 boundless horn sounded in the wind, and the white ears and grains of Xinzhu grass fluttered slowly 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.

Drums shook the sky, and opposite the girl stood a man who was more than three meters tall. His face was full of beard and brown-red hair, and his hands were holding a giant axe that was as high as a person.

The girl is dressed in gray clothes and a short skirt that is easy to move. There are a pair of downward bending horns behind her ears, guarding her ears like the horns of a sheep, while the big Chinese sideburns on the opposite side are like the mane of a lion. Strength and deterrence.

The lion-like big man roared when the girl with claws 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 the desire to blow people away. The air wave.

His eyes were confused by the wind, and he could only lower his head and use his arms to block it, but the sound of the earth's shaking came from under his feet, and a heavy giant axe swept across, tracing a huge arc and terrifying whistling sound in the atmosphere.

The girl with claws horns had no time to run, so she knelt down on her face, and a sharp axe swept across her face, as if chopping a small piece of wood, she cut off her walking stick, and the chestnut hair was also cut off. She was in danger. It was dangerous to avoid the attack that almost killed her.

After the giant axe swept across, she moved quickly, still holding most 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, a lot of 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 full moon-like trajectory around his body, cutting the pasture next to him. With a loud shout, the violent air wave shook the pasture around him, letting it fly in all directions.

The fire spreading on the ground faced the sweeping fire belt, and it was difficult to move forward.

Taking advantage of the flame to temporarily separate the opponent, the claw girl quickly 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 pasture, and burning continuously. , Continue to spread.

Seeing this, the lion man directly transported 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-horned girl saw the gleaming light of the giant axe, it was too late to think that the galloping light of the axe had already arrived in front of her, cold, sharp and extremely dangerous.

The stick was broken, blood was flying in the air, from the right shoulder to the lower left, a long gap appeared on the body, piercing pain, rich blood, and a weak body that could not stand.

The shofar girl let out a painful hiss, her fingers scratching on the ground ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ to grab some broken soil and withered grass roots.

Regardless of 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, along with the heavy steps, the huge body holding the giant axe, as if to cover the sky, rushed towards him.

"Ju Yan!"

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 flames brought suffocating high temperatures, and they kept entwining the man with the lion’s mane. Every breath inhaled was a breath of flame. The scorching heat inside and outside burned, his violent roar, and the waves of flame swayed everywhere , But still unable to break free from this invisible burning prison.

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.

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 sat quietly on the grass, looking at the scorched black body in front of her who had never breathed anymore, surrounded by the cheers of other orcs, she felt a burst of cold and sadness in her heart for some reason.

At this time, a respectable 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!"