Gufia steppe, fire festival assembly, tent somewhere in the center.

Inside the tall tent, the warm red flames burned quietly, and the blue-haired girl sat on a wooden chair, because the wooden chair was made according to the figure of the orc, so it was so high that the girl's feet could not even fall directly to the ground, but hung in the air at a distance of an inch or two from the ground.

Lorain Hill swayed her legs slightly, her slender calves looming in the hem of her white gauze skirt, and she sat back on the wooden chair, looking at the thick book in her arms, the case was a little old, the corners of the copper were polished, and the paper in it was very thick, showing a yellow like a fallen leaf.

This book tells the story of the establishment of the Wild Fang Empire, once the kingdom of orcs.

Since the beginning of the First Age, the elves emerged from under the World Tree and defeated the Giant Court, but the giants did not immediately become extinct, and the few remaining ones migrated to the south and west.

These giants were unable to resist the iron horses of the Silver Elves due to their drastic reduction in numbers, with the southern part supporting the local orcs and the western part supporting the local ogres.

The same is true that the beliefs of the orcs are heavily influenced by giants, and they also worship the sun and fire. It's a pity that this part of the giants did not multiply because of this, due to the continuous pursuit of the silver elves, coupled with the weakness of the orcs in the early stage, the giant clan gradually became extinct.

And it was hundreds of years before the king of fangs, Kedaren, subdued the tribes and established the Wild Fang Empire. And then there's the story of humanity building the True Red Empire and then shattering it.

Looking at the legends and stories in the book with relish, Lorain Hill flipped through the heavy pages, then picked up the teacup on the small table and took a small sip.

The festival is coming to an end today, and she's been teaching these orcs how to farm for the past few days since the last time it was revealed. Fortunately, this method of growing grass is extremely simple, and there is little need to worry about it, and many shamans quickly learn it.

After finishing the teaching, Lorain Hill didn't ask for any reward, but just wanted to read some ancient texts treasured by the orcs and learn about the ancient era that passed.

It was in the age when mankind had not yet shaken off its ignorance, the age of giants and dragons.

Although most of the orcs have not experienced it, they have inherited a lot of knowledge of giants, and they can be regarded as finding some clues, the giants were once very powerful, according to the ancient mythology, it seems that the king of the giants has reached the height of the gods, that is, the level of sequence 10.

It's a pity that as the opponent of the giants, the dragon also has the existence of sequence 10. And the mega canyon in Emenas is said to have been caused by the attack of Bahamut.

The giant and the dragon are obviously powerful beings on one side, but for some unknown reason, the two sides have engaged in a tragic war of immortality and immortality. The leaders of both sides tore apart the sky and cut the earth, dividing the continent that had been gathered together into two parts, east and west.

Scattered parts of it have become islands, such as the southern archipelago.

It is said that these god-like sequences10 have also died together and dissipated in this world, and the races on both sides have also suffered heavy losses, otherwise with the strength of the elves, they would not have been able to defeat the giant race that once ruled the world.

In addition, since the giants worship the sun, the king of the giants should be the embodiment of the sun, but in fact, the early ancient texts do not refer to the king of the giants with the sun, but the followers and patrons of the sun.

Later, in the era after the demise of the giants, the myth gradually changed to the fact that the king of the giants was the sun, and this is how it is described.

Alrani, did she really exist? The experience is also quite amazing.

Just then, the curtain of the quiet tent door was lifted, and Nia walked in with a little joy.

"Loraine, the last day's party has begun~"

After solving the food problem on the grassland, this girl with horns also became a lot more cheerful, wearing a white top and a gray short skirt with cashmere on the lower body, and her style was also cute, not as depressed and simple as before.

Nia walked briskly behind Loraine and hugged the girl who was still reading, and her little hands couldn't help but touch the ends of her blue hair.

Loren Hill shook her head slightly, letting the ends of her hair escape from the clutches of her roommate, and then turned around angrily, Nya had been getting bolder lately, and wanted to come up and touch her hair when she had nothing to do.

"I'm not going to the party." Thinking back to these days, the fanatical eyes of those orcs looking at her made this blue-haired girl a little scared, and she was afraid that she would be surrounded by everyone when she went out tonight, and she couldn't get away easily.

"No, the shaman has specially instructed me to invite you to be there." Nia 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, I'm like a sealed dragon." Loren Hill sneered.

"Because Loran has been hiding in the tent for the past few days, refusing to see anyone, the queue outside asking to see is so long."

Nia raised her hand, gestured in front of her, and said happily.

"Torolan's blessing, everyone is much more harmonious this year, and there are no dead people in the Flame Conference."

"Will a lot of people die in past games?"

"Yes, everyone is proud to kill their opponents." Thinking back to last year's wildfire showdown, the opponent who fell in flames, Nia's voice became a little deeper.

It took her a while to recover.

"Loraine, you've changed a lot...... "Nia whispered as she leaned her head against Loren Hill's back, looking at the burning fire, recalling her experiences and experiences since she was a child.

Since childhood, I have to fight with my peers, and if you win, you will have food, and if you lose, you will go hungry. She had never been told the importance of knowledge and culture, nor had she ever seen a way of life other than herding and fighting. Life seems to be so monotonous and cruel, only occasionally there is some warmth between the same race.

The verdant grassland is not a gentle harbor, but a battlefield full of fighting. The adults shouted to each other, raised their scimitars, and told their own truths, and no one paid attention to the old poems, and no one looked up at the beautiful starry sky.

The anxiety called food locks everyone firmly into the bits and pieces of life, and we must not relax and be tired at all times.

Today I am occasionally full, and tomorrow I have to worry about where my next meal will be.

Like a beast trapped in a cage, its fateful cage has long been doomed, and it can only keep chasing its own tails and gnawing on each other to survive.

But luckily, a passing girl finally opened the blood-rusted cage with her hand and released the trapped beast so that it could run under the stars.

The grassy wilderness has finally returned to its original beauty.

Free as the wind, bold and uninhibited as a flame.