Chapter 158

Gufeiya grassland, a tribe of the Yangjiao people.

On the windy and snowy field, the earth is covered with a layer of snow. It looks white. The reflected light is even dazzling after a long time. A low hill is not obvious in the flying snow.

Because it is located in the north, every winter is also the most difficult time. There is not much grain on the grassland. Most of it is just grass. Every winter, when snow covers the land, we can live by accumulating grain.

Since the orcs were driven here a long time ago, they mostly live on animal husbandry, but in the eyes of human beings, this is a slightly strange thing.

For example, the Tauren raise cattle, and the Yangjiao raise sheep. The herdsmen and their livestock have some wonderful similarities. Occasionally businessmen or tourists who come here to trade will also ask curiously, do you think these animals are of the same kind? Will you have the heart to kill it?

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

Orcs are not so much like animals as human beings. Some scholars even say that human beings are a branch of orcs. However, this view has been rejected by many people, and historical research has proved that in the era of the orc Empire, there were no human tribes, and it seems that human beings evolved or degenerated from another direction.

The snow covered hills look normal from the north, but when you turn to the South you see something else.

The north side of the hill blocks the constant cold wind and airflow, while the south side is a basin about the size of 10 football fields. The basin is surrounded by fences. Under the basin, there are large tents on the hillside. Occasionally, cooking smoke rises from the cylinder in the middle of the tent. Outside the tent, there is a large fence, which is divided into several pieces, each of which is closely packed with sheep.

They keep warm and use their thick fleece to resist the cold. Occasionally, there is a bleating sound, just like a large group of cotton. Some cashmere is too thick and even looks a little yellow.

The days are shorter in winter. Although the sun shines, it is difficult to feel warm. As it falls to the horizon, the air becomes colder.

A girl was walking on the snow covered field. She was wearing a fur coat and hood. Her neckline and cuffs were tied tightly to prevent the cold wind from coming in. Only part of her cheek and corner of her eyes were exposed to the air. She was cut like a knife by the wind. Her shoes made a slight sound on the snow, and then exposed the black soil and grass below.

Sparsely starry dotted in the sky, snow covered land, a trail has been winding to the distance.

Deng Deng——

In front of the gate outside the basin, the girl shakes the two pieces of copper hanging on them. They collide with each other and emit bursts of pure sound. Several barks of the dog begin to come out in the dark and reverberate with each other. People don't know which direction it is.

"Here we are."

An old voice came from the cabin not far from the fence. Then the wooden door opened and an old man came with a light. He had a goatee and was a little thin.

"Is it Niya back?"

"Yes, sir. Are you alone?"

As the gate opened, the girl went in and said hello.

"Yes, we went out during the day and got some food. We are all tired. I'll stay here tonight."

"Is there still not enough food?" Niya shook the snow and asked.

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

"But it's too bad to kill those sheep that produce wool. It's too extravagant to eat meat." Niya seemed to sigh.

They have a small population, only a few thousand people, and their strength is weak. The biggest income of the whole year comes from the trade of wool and a small amount of goat milk. It's not cost-effective to kill sheep and sell meat. Because of the smell of mutton, the nobility and the rich don't like it, and the common people can't pay a high price.

"Well, we all know that, but there's no way. People can't starve to death." The old man seemed to sigh.

"People used to say that those human businessmen are greedy, but now we can't live without them. What a pity."

"By the way, Niya, what's the result when you go to the Baizu Dabie?"

As a result, Niya felt the scar on her body, and she still has a lingering fear. If the light of the axe was a little stronger, she might not be able to come back.

Seeing that Niya didn't answer, the old man thought that she was sad, so he comforted her.

"It's OK. I wish I could come back alive. We won't blame you. After all, no one in our family has been elected for nearly a hundred years."

"I chose it."

"Well, no... what, have you chosen?" The old man asked again in surprise.

"Well, yes. Although the process was a bit breathtaking, I chose it. " Niya nodded and a smile appeared on her red face.

"Good, good, good." The old man's voice trembled with excitement.

"At last, we have a student of ermenas."

"Tomorrow, I'll tell you. No, just tonight. I'll tell you the good news tonight. "

Then the old man with gray beard and hair took the young goat horn girl and walked inside, through the open space where hay and sundries were piled, through the stockade full of sheep, and approached the tents.

"Everyone is up, our village, no, our family is promising."

Rough as the old bark of the hand tightly hold Niya's wrist, above a dull old blue purple, loud voice in the night like Jinggong general, spread far away.

"Niya, Niya, she's chosen. She can go to ermenas ~ ~"

The excited voice even had some crying voice 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 so powerful!"

"What do you want to sleep on? Get up and make food to celebrate for our future heroes“

"That's it."

The originally silent tent group suddenly became lively, and people rushed to tell each other. Some old people burst into tears, crying and laughing after hearing this. The young children didn't know what it meant, but they were just happy with the adults, because they could eat delicious food again.

In the tall tent, Niya stands in the middle. Her hood has been taken off, revealing two small spiral sheep horns. Her young face is a little lovely. An elder and a crowd gathered in the tent to see her one by one, holding her hand excitedly, saying some blessings and congratulatory words.

A pair of eyes full of hope and expectation, those hands are very rough, calloused, but holding the time is particularly powerful and heavy.