Chapter 5 Wildfires Burn

After returning to the Tissilan Mountains, Roland Hill naturally also received a letter from Pullman through the Rabbit Ears.

As the initiator of the West Wind Uprising, and the most core personnel, he took the throne of the leader of course, but Crancia is not the feudal country of the past, they are trying to find their own way.

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

First of all, the highest political organization of the country is the Council of Stars, in which the highest leader of the country is called the Star Leader. Then various systems and institutions are established according to the needs of the country, such as education, military, agriculture, commerce and so on.

The star leaders are elected by the parliament. During their term of office, they nominate and form their own team, hold important positions, and control the overall situation with them as the core.

Pullman's letter was of course an invitation to Lorraine Hill, hoping that she would come to Crancia.

Although he understood that this was Pullman's gratitude and heartfelt thoughts, Loren Hill still didn't want to go, at least not yet.

First of all, when Pullman was spreading that knowledge, although he did not have his own portrait, he also told many people the name of Loren Hill. If she went, she would probably be enshrined as a saint.

But this kind of feeling is not very good. Only the dead or non-existent people are the most perfect, and mistakes are bound to be made when alive.

And if she went to Crancia, too many people and things would be affected by her. Even if she said the wrong thing or made a mistake, no one would dare to point it out. Going more and more crooked. In the end, either the image is broken and people are attacked, or the responsibility is getting bigger and bigger.

So even if they go, it's not now, but when they are all stable, so that they won't interfere with their own thoughts.

In this way, she wrote a long reply, told Pullman her thoughts, and then declined the student's invitation.

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Gufia Alliance, Hoarfrost Steppe.

The cold wind whistled, and the half-person-high letter bamboo grass undulated in the wind. The thick grass was like an emerald green ocean that spread across the entire field of vision. Walking in it, I pushed aside the grass in front of me with my hands from time to time. Hiding and appearing in the pasture.

Since the collapse of the Crazy Fang Empire a thousand years ago, this northern grassland has gradually become the last reserved place for the orcs.

About forty tribes live here, they are various branches of the orcs, some are very powerful, with a population of several million, some are very weak, the least may be only a few hundred people, struggling on the verge of dissipating .

Not every tribe is so lucky to meet a silver-haired girl who saves them, and more of them disappear silently in this world. In fact, this is also the normal state of the world. There are countless races that have perished from ancient times to the present. Naturally, they are constantly evolving and eliminated, and they are not transferred by personal will.

The vast horn sounded in the wind, and the white grains of the bamboo grass fluttered slowly in the wind, like thousands of dandelions. A chestnut-haired girl, holding a long walking stick, walked in the grass sea as high as her chest, surrounded by a circle of orcs of various ethnic groups, some cheering, some howling, Some are also beating thunderous drums.

The drums were loud, and opposite the girl stood a man more than three meters tall. He was full of beards and reddish brown hair, and he held a giant axe that was as high as a person in both hands.

The girl wore grey clothes and a short skirt that was easy to move around. Above her ears, there were a pair of downwardly curved horns, which were like sheep's horns, and the big man on the opposite side was like a lion's mane, full of hair. strength and deterrence.

When the lion-like man saw the girl with horns approaching, he roared loudly, and the violent sound directly pressed down the grass in front of him, forcing the girl to stick her cane on the ground to resist these few who wanted to blow people away. of air waves.

His eyes were confused by the wind, so he could only lower his head to block it with his arm, but there was the sound of the earth shaking under his feet.

The girl with horns didn't have time to run, so she knelt down and fell on her back. The sharp giant axe slashed over her face, like chopping small pieces of wood, she cut off a section of her cane, and her chestnut hair was also cut off. The attack that nearly killed her was almost avoided.

After the giant axe swept across, she moved quickly, still holding most of the cane in her hand.

As the flames spread on the cane, her brown-black pupils seemed to flash a gleam of fire. The cane swayed, the flame swayed, and the grass was ignited, spreading outward like an arc, advancing like a wall of fire.

At the same time, many flames were like snakes, flying in the air, shooting at the big man on the opposite side.

The lion-like big man wielded a giant axe, and the strong wind pressure directly swept away the fire snake in front of him. Then he swung the giant axe around his body in a trajectory like a full moon, and cut the grass beside him. With a loud shout, the wild air waves scattered the grass around him, causing it to fly in all directions.

The fire spreading on the ground is also difficult to move forward in the face of the swept fire belt.

Taking advantage of the flames to separate the opponent for a while, the shofar girl quickly waved her cane, and the fiercely burning flames followed the cane in circles one after another. , continues to spread.

Seeing this, the lion man directly lifted the giant axe, and bright brilliance appeared on the surface of the axe. Following the giant axe's slash in the air, an axe light split the atmosphere and flew forward rapidly.

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When the girl saw the giant axe flashing light, she didn't have time to think that the light of the galloping axe had already approached her, cold, sharp and extremely dangerous.

The cane was shattered, blood splattered in the air, and from the right shoulder to the lower left, a long gap appeared on the body, bone-piercing pain, rich blood, and a weak body that could not stand.

The girl with horns let out a painful hissing sound, and scratched with her fingers on the ground, grabbing some broken dirt and yellow grass roots.

Regardless of the injury, she struggled to stand up quickly, one eye could not be opened due to the pain, and the other eye nervously observed the huge figure that was approaching fast. In the firelight, along with the heavy steps, the huge body holding the giant axe, as if to cover the sky, rushed towards him.

"Poly inflammation!"

Facing forward, she stretched out the only arm she could use, and the flames scattered on the ground rushed towards her opponent. On the huge field with a diameter of 300 meters, the circles of fire scattered all over the place continued to gather towards the central target, rising like a volcanic eruption.

The crimson and transparent flames brought a suffocating high temperature, constantly entwining around the big man with lion hair and mane. Every time he took a breath, he inhaled a breath of flame. , but still can't break free from this invisible burning cage.

The flames rose and swept across, and finally, the huge and powerful body collapsed, leaving only a charred black. The orcs who were watching around shouted excitedly, as if they were applauding, but also as if they were celebrating. They didn't care about the tragic death of their kin, as if they were used to it 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, they love to fight, they despise the weak, and they are not afraid of death.

The horned girl sat quietly on the grass, looking at the charred body in front of her that was no longer breathing, surrounded by the cheers of other orcs, and for some reason, she felt a chill and sadness in her heart.

At this time, a highly respected shaman walked into the center of the venue, raised his wooden staff, and announced in cheers.

"Niya of the Sheephorn, victory! And she will be eligible to go to Emenas!"