Chapter 246

Gufeiya grassland, Fire Festival meeting, a tent in the center.

In the tall tent, the warm red flame burns quietly. The young girl with green hair sits on the wooden chair. Because the wooden chair is made according to the size of the orc, it is very high. The girl's feet can't even fall directly on the ground, but are suspended one or two inches from the ground.

Lorraine Hill gently shakes her legs. Her slender legs appear and disappear between the white gauze skirt. She leans on a wooden chair and looks at a thick book in her arms. The case is old-fashioned, the copper corners are polished, and the paper is thick and yellow like a fallen leaf.

This book tells the process of the establishment of the mad tooth Empire, once the kingdom of orcs.

Since the beginning of the first century, the elves emerged from under the world tree. After defeating the giant court, the giant did not die out immediately. A few of them migrated to the South and West.

These giants were unable to resist the iron cavalry of the silver elves because of the sharp decrease in the number of them. The southern part supported the local orcs, while the western part supported the local ogres.

The same is true. The belief of orcs is greatly influenced by giants. They also worship the sun and fire. It's a pity that these giants didn't reproduce because of this. Due to the continuous pursuit of silver elves and the weakness of the early orcs, the giant family gradually disappeared.

It was hundreds of years later that kedarun, the king of tusks, accepted the tribes and established the Empire of crazy teeth. And then there is the story of the establishment of the true red Empire and its destruction.

Looking at the legends and stories in the book with relish, Lorraine Hill turned over the heavy pages of the book, then picked up the teacup on the small table and took a sip.

Today is the end of the fire gathering Festival. She has been teaching these orcs how to cultivate since the last exhibition of the red alfalfa. Fortunately, this kind of herbage planting method is very simple, basically does not need to worry about, many shamans soon learned.

After finishing the teaching, Lorraine Hill didn't ask for any reward. He just wanted to see some ancient books collected by the orcs and learn about the ancient times in the past.

It was in the age of man's ignorance, the age of giants and dragons.

Although most of the orcs have never experienced it, they have inherited a lot of giant knowledge and found some clues. The giant family was once very powerful. According to the ancient myth, it seems that the king of the giant has reached the height of the gods, that is, the level of sequence 10.

Unfortunately, as a giant's opponent, the dragon also has the existence of sequence 10. The Grand Canyon in ermenas is said to be caused by the Bahamut attack.

Giant and long Mingming are both powerful on one side, but for some unknown reasons, both sides fought a fierce war. The leaders of the two sides tore the sky and cut off the earth, and separated the continent that had been gathered together into two parts, East and West.

And the scattered parts become islands, such as the islands in the south.

It is said that these divine sequence 10 will die together and disperse in the world, and the races on both sides will suffer heavy losses. Otherwise, with the strength of the elves, they will not be able to defeat the giants who once ruled the world.

In addition, because the giant worships the sun, the king of the giant should be the incarnation of the sun. But in fact, the early ancient books did not use the sun to refer to the king of the giant, but the follower and patron of the sun.

In the era after the fall of the giant, the myth gradually became that the giant king was the sun.

Elaine, did it really exist? Its experience is also quite wonderful.

At this time, the quiet tent curtain was lifted, Niya slightly happy to come in.

"Lorraine, the last day's party begins ~"

After solving the food problem on the grassland, the young girl with the horn of sheep also became cheerful. She was wearing a white coat and a gray skirt with cashmere. Her style was lovely, not as depressing and simple as before.

Niya briskly walked to Luolan's back, hugged the girl who was still reading, and her little hand could not help touching the end of her blue hair.

Lolan Hill gently shakes his head to let his hair end escape from this roommate's clutches, and then turns around in anger. Recently, Niya is more and more bold, and wants to touch her hair when she has nothing to do.

"I won't go to the party." Looking back these days, the wild look of the orcs at her made the young girl a little afraid. I'm afraid that if I go out tonight, I won't be surrounded by people again and I can't walk away easily.

"No, the shaman specially told me that you must be present." Niya shook her head and said with a little firmness.

"I promised the shaman that I would free you from the absolute seal of the tent."

"What? It's like I'm a sealed dragon." Lorraine Hill laughed.

"Because Lorraine has been hiding in the tent these days, and he won't see anyone. The queue outside is very long."

Niya raised her hand and stroked in front of her, then said happily.

"Tororan's blessing, this year, we are much more friendly, and there are no dead people in the flame assembly."

"Will many people die in the past Games?"

"Yes, we are proud to kill our opponents." Recalling last year's wildfire duel, the opponent who fell in the sea of fire, Niya's voice became a little low.

It took a while for her to recover.

"Lolan, changed a lot of things..." Niya leaned her head against Lolan Hill's back, looked at the burning fire, recalled her experiences and experiences from childhood to adulthood, and whispered.

Since childhood, I have to fight with my peers. If I win, I will have food. If I lose, I will be hungry. She had never been told the importance of knowledge and culture, and had never seen a way of life other than herding and fighting. Life seems to be so monotonous and cruel, only occasionally there will be some warmth between the same race.

The green grassland is not a gentle harbor, but a battlefield full of fighting. Adults clamor with each other, holding up their machetes, telling their own truth, no one pays attention to those ancient poems, no one looks up at the beautiful starry sky.

The anxiety called food keeps us locked in the fragmentary parts of our lives. We can't relax at any time and are tired of running.

Today I'm full occasionally, and tomorrow I have to worry about where the next meal is.

Like a wild animal trapped in a cage, its predestined cage has long been doomed. It can only chase its own tail and eat each other.

But fortunately, a girl who passed by finally opened the cage with her hands and released the trapped beast to run under the starry sky.

The grass like wilderness has finally returned to its original beauty.

As free as the wind, as bold and uninhibited as the flame.