The white wolf clan 50 miles away from the sheep horn clan, in the central tent, the patriarch and the leaders are deliberating.

"Report to the patriarch, the lion's mane convoy to the west has been clarified." A rider in a gray and white leather jacket opened the curtain and entered.

"Oh, what's the origin, the Lion's Mane Clan has always been in the west, why did they suddenly send a convoy of more than 100 people to transport so many things to our east." The white wolf patriarch in snow-white sable fur sat on the throne of bone fangs and looked at the scimitar riders who came in.

"They were escorting a shipment of goods, supposedly the trophies of the young girl's classmate of the Giethoorn."

"Heh, it's kind of interesting, according to the hyena's probing, it is estimated that most of that shipment is meat. Did they hunt some giant beast? ”

"Father, give me 300 warriors, and I will be able to snatch this batch of meat and let the clan open the meat." A young man with a pair of white spotted wolf ears and a fierce look stood up.

"Second brother, let's concentrate on snatching his wife back, you don't have to worry about this kind of thing." A gloomy voice rang out.

Looking at the voice, it was a young man with a knife to trim his nails, he was Walker, the fifth son of the white wolf patriarch, and his style was gloomy and cold on weekdays.

After the words fell, the young man who was standing directly pulled out the knife, and the cold long knife reflected the fire in the room, refracting bursts of white light.

"Walker, when is it your turn to speak?" The second son of the patriarch said word by word, and the power of the past was overwhelming the leaders in the big tent.

"Oh, the second brother is so powerful, so majestic. Isn't it cool to watch your wife lying in someone else's arms? The gloomy young man continued to tug at the heartstrings of his second brother Guto, whose face was red with blood, and his sharp magic power was ready to be devoured like a beast.

"Walker, Guto, be quiet." The fingertips of the patriarch at the top clasped the armrest of the throne and made a crisp sound, allowing the two sons who had almost fought to sit down for a moment before continuing to ask.

"That little girl from the Sheephorn Clan has only been in school for half a year, and she is not a genius, at most she is only in Sequence 3, so her classmate has to inquire."

"Yes, Patriarch."

"If it weren't for the great shaman's special instructions last year, their clan would have produced a student of Amenas, and this year's situation would have been wiped out by other clans."

"However, their good days are coming to an end."

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The half-human-tall bamboo grass undulates in the wind, the white fluffy grass spikes continue to sway, and the warm yellow grass sea is quiet. Under the clear blue sky, two young girls stood in the sea of grass.

One of them held a wooden staff in his hand and swung it vigorously, and the spinning wooden staff brought bursts of fire, and each time he struck, he would bring a wave of scorching air to the opponent, making the opponent's breath uncomfortable and his lungs dry.

Unfortunately, her opponent was the girl with long blue hair, and the scorching waves of air scattered in the air current, only to roll up the silky strands of hair in the wind, flutter in the air, and then turn into sparks and dissipate without a trace.

The blue-haired girl used the wooden sword in her hand like a flowing stream, accompanied by arcs and unloading forces, turning the horned girl's attack into invisible.

The two of them were moving around in the grass, and after a long time the girl was a little exhausted, panting, and there was no fire on the wooden staff.

"That's all for today." The blue-haired girl said, then lowered the sword in her hand.

"Yes, Loraine." The Sheephorn Girl nodded, and paused in some frustration.

"It's a lot better than yesterday, Nia." Lorain said encouragingly by holding Nia's hand, then pulled her to a hillside to sit down.

Originally, after defeating the demon pig, Loran was going back to the Tixilan Mountains, but before going back, he had to help Niya solve the tribal problems first.

The grasslands are not peaceful, there are often conflicts between them, and now the Giethoorn are too weak, and Nia herself has not grown up to shelter her people, and the situation is not stable.

In another 2 months, Nia will be back to school, and during this time, she will have to stabilize the situation around her before she can leave with confidence.

The task requirement of the system is to train several legendary gold-level transcendents, several people in the Lorain Hill Society, Night Spirit, Bumantha, and Kafra, and the teaching during this period has also begun to show gradual results.

Needless to say, Bumantha's talent can reach this level even without the help of Lorain, the night spirit can be achieved with a little effort, and Kafra will take a long time, but this child is very able to endure hardships, so he doesn't have to worry too much.

In this way, three of the 6 places were determined, although Alena and Lettice in the same dormitory were very talented, but they had their own pursuits, and Lorain Hill was not so good at being a teacher, and it was a very bad thing to force others to teach.

And Niya is the 4th chosen by Lorain, and during this time, Niya has to be cultivated, and she is promoted to Sequence 4 first, so that she can have a certain amount of self-preservation, and Loren Hill can leave with confidence.

It doesn't mean that you have to complete this task, you have to make Nia stronger, but isn't it also a pleasure to help your friends solve problems? Pursue the maximization of profits in everything, and it is tiring to live like this.

The secret of happiness is not to be the first, but to do what you love. Rather than looking for some strange genius who doesn't know his character, Loren prefers to help his ordinary and simple friends.

"Has Nia figured out which sequence she is going to promote? Magic, dragons, angels, or something else? ”

Loren looked at the short-haired girl with brown hair, and suddenly remembered that she had seen some kind of Pokémon in the game in her previous life, with various evolutionary directions.

Light brown hair all over his body, only a white mass on his chest, lying on the ground, with gems of various colors in front of him, and his little head looking left and right, I don't know which one to choose.

Nia is very similar to Eevee, is she going to evolve into Fire Eevee? Loren thought to herself.

"Also, the day after tomorrow fire festival is about to start, is Nia ready?"

"Well, it's almost ready." Niya nodded, in fact, she can advance at any time now, and it is easy for the original sequence to transfer to other sequences before sequence 5, and now the only question is which path to choose.

"Don't be too anxious, the strength of the opponents in the first few rounds of the Flame Conference is not estimated to be very strong, and you still have time to think." Loren said comfortingly.

The Flame Gathering Festival is a contest for the young generation of the grassland to communicate and compete, and the winner will receive a high honor, and can give his own tribe the right to use a high-quality pasture in the Gufia Alliance for 5 years, and other tribes are not allowed to invade.

This was also a reward within the Goufian tribal alliance, and these communal pastures were usually divided by the shamans to reward the meritorious and appease some of the damaged tribes.

In order for her clan to live in peace for years to come, and not from other tribes, Nia must take the top three, only in order to protect the weak sheephorn, otherwise things like the old man Ketan will happen one after another.

This is not alarmist, only the west wind plain in the middle of the seven countries of snow is numerous, it is a large grain producer, and because of the west wind civil strife last year, the grain production in various places has dropped sharply, and it is difficult for Clencia to take care of itself, and it is difficult to support the grasslands in the north, and the lack of food in the Gufia grassland is bound to intensify the conflict, and the already precarious peace time is afraid that it will be gone forever.

And once the blade of hatred is lifted, only when one side is completely down, will the other show the margin of mercy.