In last winter's wildfire showdown, a girl from the Ethoorn unexpectedly became a dark horse and entered the finals and won, surprising many people.

On the wildfire-burned grassland, the brown-haired girl collapsed on the dry grass, covered in blood, and struggled, and then the scattered flames condensed under her strong will, converged and exploded, and finally devoured her opponent.

Afterwards, the Great Shaman carefully treated the badly injured girl, allowing her to recover as much as possible and return to her hometown safely, and later asked the messenger to instruct the surrounding tribes not to intrude on this small settlement.

At that time, the shaman didn't think too much about these things, and did these things casually with the idea that the orcs could take care of as much as possible if they could produce a seedling.

No one expected that this ordinary girl who was lucky by chance would bring an unexpected joy this time.

In the warm tent, several shamans sat around the fire, and Lorain and Nia were also arranged to sit on wooden chairs by the fire when they entered.

"Where is Miss Lorain from? Looks like you're human. Lao Sa stroked his beard and asked with a little curiosity.

It's no wonder that these people are curious, generally speaking, most of the natural sequences come from the Emerald Empire, because they inherit the inheritance of the forest elves, and the natural factions in the Seven Kingdoms of Xuehua are very rare.

"I'm from Clancya, near the edge of the Tisilan Mountains." It's not easy to hide this, and I've introduced it to my roommate before, but fortunately, in addition to the rabbit clan, outsiders don't know that the sage is also from here, except for the rabbit tribe that is more famous in the Tisilan Mountains.

"Tisilan Mountains?" In the warm light of the fire, the shaman fell into thought for a moment.

Nowadays, the rabbit-eared people in the Tixilan Mountains are very famous, and their reputation for producing extraordinary fruits and grains is far and wide, and even many tribes on the grassland are very envious of these distant relatives.

"You've seen the rabbit-eared people over there?" The old shaman asked.

"Yes." Luo Lan nodded, this is still quite familiar, after all, many of the knowledge and skills of the rabbit-eared clan were taught by her, and she also went to various cities to inspect before going to school.

The old shaman then asked, "Can you tell me what their lives are like now?" ”

This...... Hearing this, Luo Lan was a little embarrassed, is it realistic? The rabbit-eared people are much better off than you, and I taught them. I always feel a little suspicious of self-selling and boasting.

If you don't tell the truth, you have to lie, it's really not necessary, and she doesn't like to lie very much.

Let's be tactful, thinking of this, Luo Lanhill slowly spoke: "The rabbit-eared people are now cultivating fields in the mountains, learning words and knowledge, and they can be seen in many cities in Clancya. ”

"Then they won't be discriminated against and bullied by humans?" A wolf-eared shaman sitting next to him asked a little eagerly.

It seems that the news of this group of orcs is a bit outdated, Luo Lan thought to himself, but after all, the change has only been a year, and the Gufia grassland also lacks channels for foreign communication, so it can be understood.

"No, they're working hard now." Thinking of the group of hard-working rabbits, Luo Lan nodded with some relief, they are all good children who have been taught by themselves.

"They are cultivating fields in the mountains, how effective is it, as far as I know, the Tixilan Mountain Range is a branch of the Sigh Mountain Range, and there are many demonic beasts among them." The old shaman was silent for a moment before asking. The mood is also a little complicated, as if a distant poor relative who used to look down on him suddenly became lucky, even if he knew that it had little to do with him, but his heart was still difficult to let go.

"The demonic beasts in the Tixilan Mountains get along well with them."

Of course, if you eat enough every day, can you still be bad, Loren Hill recalled the scene he saw before leaving, several Sequence 3 Xilan Golden Tigers were lying on the ground with round bellies like balls basking in the sun. So the blue-haired girl nodded solemnly, thinking that she would have to find some work for these big cats in the future, and she would know how to sleep after eating every day.

"That's ......."

After listening to the description of the blue-haired girl, for some reason, the shaman present felt a little sour in his heart, and his feelings were not good on his side, the rabbit-eared clan was like a fish in water in Clancy, and the wing clan was half a master in the falcon kingdom, so they didn't have to suffer all kinds of grievances.

The flames burned quietly, and the autumn dry firewood emitted a faint green smoke before dissipating through the round hole in the roof of the tent.

"Miss Loraine, do you have any feelings or thoughts after coming to our grassland?" The old shaman looked at the student of Amenas and asked. In fact, he also wanted to know how the outside world perceived them orcs now, or rather, he was also interested in the opinion of the girl who described the forest fairyland.

Is the tradition that has been repeated for thousands of years really crooked, and whether there is any other way out?

"This ......." is an outsider after all, and it's not good for a girl to say anything bad about others directly.

"I think it's better to grab the few fruits than everyone else." She paused slightly before continuing.

"It's better to work together to grow the fruit bigger, so that more people can eat it."

"Miss Lorraine has a good idea, but it's a pity that the land of the grassland is barren, and only a few fruits can grow." The bull-headed shaman next to him sighed and shook his head, their clan had also considered plowing the fields, but the results were dismal.

"Miss Loraine's family background must be good." The shaman of the wolf-eared tribe was a little disdainful, and although the students of Amenus were rare, they were not uncommon, and there were many of them in the clan. This young lady is probably born in a big family, and the opinion she says is like 'why not eat minced meat', if they have plenty of food, as for such a difficult situation, will they fight every day?

Although the other shamans do not speak, they probably have similar thoughts in their hearts, and you have not experienced our suffering, how can you understand our difficulties? Sure enough, the existence of the singer can only bring people a beautiful dream, but it can't solve practical problems.

"My family background is average." In the words of the previous life, it was true.

"Although I haven't experienced that kind of hungry days, I have heard a lot."

The tragic experience of the famine years, the older generation can be said to have never forgotten, and was often taught, so that when she ate when she was a child in her previous life, she was absolutely not allowed to eat leftovers, and she had to eat it every time, otherwise she would be scolded.

"It's not that I'm unaware of the difficulties you're going through." The blue-haired girl said slowly, then looked up.

"What if I could come up with a solution to your problems?"

The crimson flame crackled and burned, and the warm light of the fire reflected in the girl's eyes, the gaze was scorching, and the gentleness and confidence made everyone present can't help but start to recall the name of the people cheering not long ago, the ancient legend in the "Poetry of Fire".

Alrani, a young girl born from the flames and healed with her singing.