Chapter 85
The luggage for the two of them is not too much, which is very easy for the two horses carrying the luggage. On the way to the north, Roland Hill saw orcs of different races.
Most of them are similar in appearance to humans, and they are mainly different from some animal features, such as horns or ears on their heads, and tails behind them.
These orcs graze the grasslands on horseback, driving sheep and cattle, constantly changing places. Occasionally, I can hear their vast singing. The tune is not long, often only a few lines. The ancient songs give people the feeling that they are flying in the sky like eagles, free and distant.
When it got dark, Nia and Loren would take off the packed tent on horseback, set it up and put a soft carpet on it, and the two would sleep in a small tent with a diameter of about two meters.
Fortunately, the weather is neither cold nor hot, so sleeping in a tent is not too uncomfortable.
After crossing the two rivers on the grassland, and traveling to the northwest side for 2 days, we finally arrived at Niya's hometown, which is where the Yangjiao people live.
The two trotted on the grassland on horseback, the bells hanging on the neck of the horse rang from time to time, stepping across the soft ground, the horses hooves carried some grass clippings and soil. After climbing over a low hill, the sound of the hooves gradually slowed down.
"Did you see that taller hill in the distance?" Niya said, pointing to the distance.
The sun is gradually setting, red, orange, and purple smudge the clouds in the sky, the warm yellow brilliance fills the world, the green smoke rises from the distant hills, and the flock of thousands of white sheep is on the grassland. Moving slowly, several shepherd dogs ran around the flock, barking in bursts.
"Is this where Niya grew up?" Pushing aside the long messy hair blown by the wind, Roland Hill looked at this beautiful world, and then the two tiny figures gradually approached the top of the hill under the hill. Huge tent.
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The tall tent is about five meters high, and there are huge candles that are usually reluctant to use. The scent and grassy smell of burning candles blend indoors. There are many people standing in the tent with a diameter of ten meters. Most of them wear leather jackets. Years of hard work have left most of them with rough hands and dark skin.
After Niya and Lorraine arrived, many people in the village came to see them, and their eyes were full of curiosity.
"Are you okay in Emenas?" an uncle and elder asked eagerly.
"How old is the sequence now?" Many people also paid attention to this.
"How long will Niya stay here?" an old man asked kindly.
"Sister Niya, did you bring anything delicious?" Several children surrounded Niya.
There are about twenty clansmen crowded in the small room, all of them have curved horns on their heads, some are relatively large, some are relatively small, standing close, sometimes the two horns on their heads will collide with each other, sending out Slight sound.
Everyone asked various questions curiously, and many people secretly observed Lorraine, the black-haired beauty standing beside Niya.
This black-haired girl has a soft and excellent appearance, and there are no obvious extra features on her body. Is she human? It seems that it is still far away from the East.
Although he never spoke, he just stood there quietly, his beautiful face and figure made many young people from the Shofar tribe sway with admiration.
Finally, a young man couldn't hold back his curiosity and the surging desire in his heart and asked.
"Niya, who is this person beside you?"
"This is my classmate, Lorraine, she's from Crancia." Niya introduced to the people in front of her.
This time, a pile of dry firewood was lit, and everyone's curiosity could no longer be suppressed, and they asked various questions one after another. Seeing that the scene was a little out of control, Niya clapped her palms, and the red flames flashed away in the air, separating everyone before driving them out.
"I'm sorry, Lorraine, I made you laugh." Niya felt a little ashamed. Most of her clansmen did not understand etiquette. If it wasn't for herself and a few elders to control the scene just now, I'm afraid someone would say something outrageous.
"Nothing?" Lorraine Hill shook her head. She wasn't someone with such a small temperament, she was just a little surprised.
Dinner is grilled meat with some vegetables, and the goat milk tea unique to herdsmen is drunk.
The fiery red charcoal was burning in the brazier. Niya brought a small iron grill, roasted the lamb slices on the grill, and then sprinkled some salt and other spices, and the aroma dissipated. When the meat is roasted and turns yellow, and there are bursts of oil, then put it on a clean plate and let it cool down a little to avoid burning your mouth.
Seeing Niya concentrate on roasting and her appearance, Roland Hill felt a little strange.
Niya is of the Sheephorn tribe. She roasted mutton and served goat milk tea next to her. She always felt that something was wrong.
"Does Niya like to eat mutton?" Finally, Roland Hill couldn't help being curious and asked.
"Well, I like it better, what's the matter?" Niya raised her head and looked at Lorraine's eyes, and she understood the reason in a blink of an eye.
"Lorraine is thinking of something strange." The firelight reflected on her face, she smiled, and continued.
"The Sheephorns just have horns similar to sheep, and have nothing to do with sheep."
"If you change to the common wolf-eared orcs to eat mutton, it is estimated that you will feel normal."
"Here." Niya handed over the plate, which already contained several pieces of roasted meat.
"Thank you." Lorraine took out his chopsticks, picked up a slice, and ate it in small bites.
Freshly baked, with heat and great taste
Good, slightly chewy and slightly spicy.
Nia herself put the baked slice into her mouth and slowly ate it.
After eating, drink a cup of warm goat milk tea to dilute the greasy taste in the mouth. The aroma of tea and milk permeates the cavity, and the stomach is warm, which makes people very comfortable and a little sleepy.
"Are you full?" After roasting the meat, Nia also asked in a low voice, holding a cup.
"It's almost there." Roland Hill didn't eat much.
"That's probably not enough." Niya stood up, ready to go get some more.
"No, it's too late now." Lorraine thought there was no need to bother, and she knew from Niya's previous conversation that even herdsmen didn't eat meat every day.
"No, if Lorraine loses weight after going back, everyone will tell me." Niya blinked and said in refusal.
Then she opened the curtain of the tent, and after going out for a while, she brought in another tray of things.
Open the copper lid, and inside is a boxy piece like tofu, pale yellow in color. Niya cut it open with a knife, and bursts of milky fragrance escaped.
"This is a relatively high-quality cheese. It was filtered and boiled several times before it was made. It is very clean. Eat it with confidence."
Nia put the cut cheese pieces in front of Loren Hill, fearing that she would not be at ease, and explained again.