After returning to the Tisilan Mountains, Lorraine Hill naturally received a letter from Pullman through the Rabbit-Eared Clan.

As the initiator of the Zephyr Uprising, and the most central personnel, he rightfully sat on the throne of the leader, but Clencia was not the feudal state of the past, and they tried to find their own way.

After combining the knowledge given by Lorain Hill, they began to form their own government institutions, most of which drew on some of the advanced ideals of modernization, but also combined with the former consulship system of the Mercury Dynasty to form a new system.

First of all, the highest political body of the country is the Council of the Stars, in which the supreme 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, etc.

The star leader is elected by the council, and during the term of office, he is nominated to form his own team, hold major positions, and control the overall situation with him as the core.

Pullman's letter naturally invites Loren Hill, hoping that she will come to Clancy.

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, because when Pullman disseminated that knowledge, although she did not have a portrait of herself, she also told many people the name of Lorain Hill, and if she went, she would probably be enshrined as a saint.

But this feeling is not very good, only the dead, or non-existent people are the most perfect, and living is bound to make mistakes.

And if she goes to Clancy, too many people and things will be affected by her, even if she says the wrong thing, no one will dare to point out the mistake, this is undoubtedly a disaster, it is easy to be held and held more and more crooked. In the end, either the image is shattered and attacked, or the responsibility is getting bigger and bigger.

So even if they want to go, it's not now, but when everything is stable, so that they don't interfere with their own thoughts.

And so, she wrote a long reply, told Pullman what she thought, and then politely declined the student's invitation.

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Union of Gufia, White Frost Steppe.

The cold wind is howling, the half-human tall bamboo grass rises and falls in the wind, the thick grass is like a verdant ocean spread throughout the field of vision, walking in it from time to time with the hand to open the grass in front of the grass, some cattle and sheep in the high grass from time to time to disappear.

Since the fall of the Fangs Empire a thousand years ago, this northern steppe has gradually become the last place of residence for the orcs.

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

Not every tribe is so lucky to meet a silver-haired girl who saves them, and more often dissipates silently into this world. In fact, this is also the norm in the world, and countless races have perished from ancient times to the present, and nature is constantly evolving and eliminating, and it is not transferred by personal will.

The vast horn sounded in the wind, and the white ears of the bamboo grass fluttered slowly in the wind, like thousands of dandelions. A maroon-haired maiden, holding a long cane, walked through a sea of grass as high as her chest, surrounded by a circle of orcs of various tribes, some cheering, some howling, and some beating thunderous drums.

The drums shook the sky, and opposite the girl stood a large man more than three meters tall, with a full beard and brown-red hair, and his hands held a giant axe as tall as a man.

The maiden wore a gray dress and a short skirt that made it easy to move, and above her ears was a pair of horns that curved downward, like the horns of a sheep, and the large man's sideburns on the opposite side were like the mane of a lion, full of strength and intimidation.

When the lion-like man saw the girl approaching, he roared, and the violent sound directly pressed down the grass in front of him, so that the girl had to stick her cane on the ground to resist the waves of air that wanted to blow people away.

His eyes were confused by the wind, and he could only lower his head and block it with his arms, but there was a sound of earth shaking under his feet, and heavy axes swept in, cutting huge arcs and terrifying whistling sounds in the atmosphere.

The horned girl didn't have time to run, she fell to her knees, the sharp axe slashed over her face, like chopping small firewood, directly slicing off the cane, and the chestnut hair was also cut off, and she narrowly avoided the attack that almost killed her.

When the axe swept away, she moved quickly, still holding most of the staff in her hand.

As the flames spread across her cane, her brownish-black pupils seemed to flash with a flash of fire. The cane waved, and the flames swayed, igniting the grass and spreading outward like an arc, advancing like a wall of fire.

At the same time, a lot of flames were like snakes, circulating in the air and flying, shooting towards the big man opposite.

The lion-like man wielded a giant axe, and the strong wind pressure directly swept away the fire snake in front of him, and then picked up the giant axe, and crossed a trajectory like a full moon around his body, cutting the grass beside him, and then with a loud shout, the violent air wave shook the grass around him, making it scatter and fly.

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

Taking advantage of the flames to temporarily separate her opponents, the claw girl quickly waved her cane, and the fiercely burning flames followed the cane through the air one circle after another, and the circles of these flames rolled like wheels on the earth, rolling up the grass, burning and spreading.

Seeing this, the lion man directly transported the giant axe, and the bright brilliance appeared on the axe surface, and with the slash of the giant axe in the air, an axe light cut through the atmosphere and flew out quickly.

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

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

The hornmaiden hissed in pain, her fingers scratching at the ground, clutching at broken dirt and yellow grass roots.

Ignoring her injuries, she struggled to her feet quickly, one eye unable to open because of the pain, and the other nervously observing the rapidly approaching figure on the other side. In the firelight, with that heavy step, the huge body holding the giant axe, as if to cover the sky, rushed towards it.

"Juyan!"

Facing forward, she stretched out her only arm at her disposal, and the flames scattered across the ground rushed towards her opponent. On the huge field with a diameter of more than 300 meters, the rings of fire that were constantly igniting scattered everywhere continued to converge towards the central target, rising like a volcanic eruption.

The crimson transparent flame brought a suffocating high temperature, constantly wrapping around the big man with the lion's mane, every time he took a breath, he inhaled a mouthful of flames, scorching inside and outside, he roared violently, and the waves of flames swayed everywhere, but he still couldn't break free from this invisible burning cage.

The flames rose and swept through, and finally, the massive, powerful body collapsed, leaving nothing but charred black. The orcs shouted excitedly, as if they were cheering, as if they were celebrating, they didn't care about this miserable death of their kindred, as if they were accustomed to it, as if they were commonplace.

It is not surprising to humans who know their customs, for these are the orcs of the ancient steppes, who are arrogant, love to fight, despise the weak, and are not afraid of death.

The girl sat quietly on the grass, looking at the charred black body in front of her, surrounded by the cheers of other orcs, and for some reason, she felt a chill and sadness in her heart.

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

"Nia Giethoorn, victory! And she, will be qualified to go to Emenas! ”