She Is Not a Witch

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Gufia grassland, shofar tribe.

On the snow-filled wilderness, the earth is covered with a layer of snow. It looks white and the reflected light is even a little dazzling after a long time. A low hill is not obvious in this snow-filled sky. .

Because it is located in the north, every winter is the hardest time. The grassland does not produce much food, most of which are only pasture. In winter, the snow-covered land can survive by accumulating food.

Since the orcs were driven here a long time ago, most of them live on animal husbandry, but in the eyes of humans, this is actually a slightly strange thing.

For example, the Niutou clan raises cattle and the shofar clan raises sheep. The herdsmen are strangely similar to the livestock they raise. Occasionally merchants or tourists who come here to trade will also ask curiously, do your husbandry think these animals are of the same kind? Will you bear to kill it?

The answer is that they don't have any special feelings. Just like raising chickens and dogs, some orcs are annoyed by questions, and they will ask, do you humans think that you are the same kind of monkeys? The answer is of course no.

Rather than saying that orcs are like animals, they are actually closer to humans. Some scholars even say that humans are a branch of orcs. It's just that this statement is rejected by many people, and historical studies have also proved that in the era of the orc empire, there were indeed no human tribes, and humans seemed to have evolved or degenerated from another direction.

The snow-covered hills are nothing unusual from the north, but when you turn to the south, you will see another scene.

The north face of the hill blocks the continuous cold wind and air currents, while the south face is a basin about 10 football fields. The basin is surrounded by fences, and large tents are tied to the backing part of the basin. Occasionally, cooking smoke rises from the cylinder in the middle of the tent. Outside the tent is a large fence, which is divided into several pieces. In the middle are all closely packed sheep.

They report to the group to keep warm, use the thick fluff on their bodies to resist the cold, and occasionally they can hear bleating sounds, just like a large group of cotton, some cashmere is too thick, and even looks a little yellow.

In winter, the daytime is extremely short. Although the sun is shining, it is difficult to feel the warmth. As it falls to the horizon, the air becomes colder.

A young girl was walking in the snow-covered wilderness, wearing a leather jacket and a hood, her neckline and cuffs were tightly tied to prevent any cold wind from entering, but only part of her cheeks and eye corners were exposed to the air and blown by the wind. Like a knife cutting, the shoes made a slight noise when they stepped on the snow, and then exposed the black soil and grass below.

Sparse stars dotted the sky, and on the snow-filled ground, a trail meandered to the distance.

Puff--

In front of the fence gate outside the basin, the girl shook the two copper plates hanging on it, and hit each other, making waves of clear sounds. Several dog barks began to come out in the dark, echoing each other, making people wonder which direction it was.

"coming."

An old voice came from a small wooden house not far from the fence, and then the wooden door opened, and an old man came over with a lamp. He had a goatee and was a little thin.

"Is Niya back?"

"Yes, Grandpa Ketan, are you alone?"

As the fence door opened, the girl walked in and said hello.

"Yes, everyone went out during the day and got some food. They were all tired. I'll be here tonight."

"Is the food still not enough?" Niya shook the snow on her body, and then asked.

"Yes, in previous years there will be caravans from the south, but this year westerly civil strife has cut many roads. If it doesn't work, you can only kill sheep."

"But it's a pity that those sheep that produce wool are killed. It's too extravagant to eat meat." Niya seemed to sigh.

They have a small population of shofar people, only a few thousand people, and their strength is weak. The biggest income of the year comes from the trade of wool and a small amount of goat milk. Killing sheep and selling meat is actually not cost-effective. Because of the smell of mutton, human nobles are rich. People don't like it, and civilians can't pay high prices, which is embarrassing.

"Oh, everyone knows it, but there is no way. You can't let people starve to death." The old man seemed to sigh.

"Everyone used to say that those human businessmen were greedy, but now we can't live without them, it's really helpless."

"By the way, Niya, you go to the Hundred Races Competition, what happened there?"

The result? Niya touched the scar on her body. She still has lingering fears. If the axe light is stronger, I am afraid she will not be able to come back.

Seeing that Niya did not answer, the old man thought he was talking about her sadness, so he comforted.

"It's okay, it's good to be able to come back alive, and everyone won't blame you. After all, no one in our clan has been selected for nearly a hundred years."

"I chose it."

"Okay, no...what, did you choose it?" The old man asked again in surprise.

"Well, yes. Although the process was a bit thrilling, I still chose it." Niya nodded, a smile on her frozen red face.

"Okay, okay, okay." The old man's voice was trembling with excitement~www.wuxiaspot.com~Our clan finally had a student of Emenas. "

"Tomorrow, I will tell everyone. No, just tonight, I will tell you the good news tonight."

After speaking, the gray-bearded old man took the claw-horn girl and walked inside, through the clearing where hay and debris were piled, through the corral full of sheep, and approached the group of tents.

"Everyone is up, our village, no, our family has a good life~"

The hand, rough as an old bark, held Niya's wrist tightly, with a dim and old blue-purple on it, and her loud voice was like a gong in the dark, spreading far and wide.

"Niya, Niya, she was selected, she can go to Emenas~~"

The excitement even had some crying at the end. Over the years, the regrets and long-cherished wishes of many generations have finally come true today.

"what?"

"really?"

"Sister Niya is amazing!"

"What to sleep, get up and cook food, and congratulate our future heroes."

"That's it."

The originally silent tent group suddenly became lively, and the clansmen rushed to tell each other. After hearing this, some old people cried, cried and laughed. The young children didn’t know what it meant, but just followed the adults to be happy, because of this. You can eat something delicious.

In the tall tent, Niya stood in the middle, with the hood on her head taken off, revealing two small spiral horns, her immature face was a bit cute, and the elders and the crowd gathered in the tent, looking one by one. She shook her hand excitedly and said some blessings and congratulations.

A pair of eyes are full of hope and expectation. The hands are very rough and callous, but they are particularly strong and heavy when they are held.