She Is Not a Witch

　　 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 yelled loudly, chanting the ancient hymns that have been passed down for thousands of years, and greeted the great moments of the 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 are waving and 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 flames to the atmosphere, hot and shocking.

The torches held high on the earth stretched from the ground below the feet to the distance, until every inch of darkness in the field of vision was filled, flames and human shadows were everywhere, and the scattered sparks rose from the wilderness and burned. The scent of fireworks 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 shook slightly, and the dazzling firelight left a shadow on the retina. The ancient flame ceremonies 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.

She was also touched by a person from Crancia. They wore the same white-bottomed and blue-rimmed robes as Lorrain Hill. They stood together on the central high platform, witnessing this great and shocking scene. , As if from this rushing scene, I could see a trace of the afterglow of the former overlord, the empire of Crazy Fang, a mighty empire with a land spread over continents and oceans, with a population of more than 5 billion.

　　 In the fierce flames, the orc leaders headed by the Great Shaman Unur turned around and spoke to Crancia.

　　 "Then, at this moment, announce the start of the meeting, your Highness Hinoki Alani."

　　 Lorrain Hill nodded, and led the people 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 loud waves.

　　 These shouts, which resembled huge mountains and huge 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 light 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 healed."

　　...

　　Although this silver-haired girl is not Alani, it does not prevent these orcs from linking it with the legend. This seems to be to confirm a sacred ritual, and it seems to be a prayer buried 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 couldn't 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, Unur raised his stick and temporarily stopped the endless cry.

"Nowadays!"

　　 "We will be here"

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

　　 "Determine the future of our orcs!"

　　 After finishing speaking, 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 pillar of fire has already been smeared with fire oil, and the flame spreads along the eight ropes to the high platforms in the venue, like a spider's web vein, spreading in all directions.

　　 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 meeting officially begins.

The first is the performances of all ethnic groups. Under Lorrain Hill’s proposal, the chaotic big and small arenas were replaced with singing and dancing performances. After that, wrestling and fighting, which were not allowed to hurt human lives, were the focus of this conference. 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 people in this duel 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 Leopard tribe,'Flowing Firefly Flashing' Chaotic Blade."

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

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

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

　　 "Rhinoceros Horns, Baker'Greystone Shield Armor'."

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

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

　　 The seven 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.

　　 "So it was you, Leiden."

Looking at this lionmane orc who was one head taller than himself 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~www.wuxiaspot.com~ at that time Niya was injured, and they rested for a while in the Lionmane clan, 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 of knowledge about the practice of transcendental sequence at the time, and also for her. Pointed out many previous loopholes, and also helped myself plan the future direction.

　　 Those short two months can be said to be the most fruitful time for him in these years, and he often takes out the notes at that time and keeps thinking about it.

　　 I didn’t expect that when we met again, this young teacher was already a celebrity who resounded across the grassland, and now he was about to step on the duel arena again...

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

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

　　 "Since we stepped into the ring and placed everyone's hopes and expectations, we must not live up to this sustenance and conviction."

　　 "Go all out, Leiden."

"is teacher."

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

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