The ancient Fea steppes are extremely large, and there are many orc tribes scattered around them, and in the millennium after the fall of the Wild Fang Empire, the only thing that can still connect these different races and appearances of orcs is shamans and faith.

Shamans were intellectuals of the Orc Empire in ancient times, they were proficient in writing, herbs, and most of them were transcendental, and they also presided over some traditional rituals of the orc tribes, and their status was also very high.

Nia and Lorain Hill first found the Dog-Ear tribe on the edge of the steppe, a tribe that had a lot of contact with humans and lived near the west wind, which is now Clencia.

After returning to the grassland, Nia took off the hat she used to wear, revealing the crooked horns behind the ears, and the light brown horns and chestnut shoulder-length fluffy short hair looked a little cute.

Nia approached an orc of the Canine-eared tribe, first spread her hands, bowed her head slightly, and said, "Hello, I want to see the shaman of the lower tribe. ”

"You want to see our shaman?" The canine-eared man in the leather robe was relatively young, about 20 years old, and looked at the girl with a puzzled look.

"Yes, my friend and I are both students of Emenas." With that, Nia pointed to the badge on the clasp of her cloak.

"This ..... I don't know either, so you can wait here. The young man looked at Weizhang and his attitude improved a lot, no matter where he was, the students of Emenas were still very valued.

Watching the young man go back and ask for instructions, Niya breathed a sigh of relief.

"Still a little nervous?" Lorain Hill's voice came from behind, and he stepped forward and stood beside Nia.

"It's still a little ....... It's much better than when I first came to Emenas. Nia recalled.

"At that time, I didn't dare to say much, because I came from a very remote place, I had never heard a lot of things people said, and my grades were very poor, so I was very inferior."

"Soon after I came to school, I joined a small club among orcs to keep warm, and then I got better."

"Nia." Lorain Hill shook the girl's hand and silently comforted her.

"But I'm still very grateful to Luo Lan, who helped me with my tutoring and raised my grades, which made me a little more confident." Nia smiled, signaling Loren Hill not to worry.

At this moment, the sound of brass bells rang, and an old man wearing a leather jacket and a blue and yellow patterned scarf walked over, followed by two strong canine-eared guards, these two guards carried large axes, their muscles were exposed, and there was metal armor at the key point.

"Hello, young boy, newborn Corner, is looking for me for something."

The old man asked, holding a deadwood staff in one hand and turning a copper bell engraved with scriptures in the other, his face wrinkled and his eyes narrowed slightly.

"My friend and I want to go to the wilderness on the west side of the grassland to defeat the demonic beasts, and we will pass through many other tribes on the way, so we need you to give you a passage flag." Nia said her request, but with a slight trepidation, this was her first encounter with a foreign shaman.

The old man looked at the two girls in front of him, his eyes wandered, and the copper bell in his hand continued to rotate before replying after a long time.

"Yes, but leave a message and promise not to interfere with the affairs of other tribes."

"Okay, we can promise."

Non-interference in the affairs of other countries and organizations is something that has been repeatedly emphasized in the student handbook of Emenas, and Nia has no other ideas, so naturally she agrees without hesitation.

"Okay." The shaman nodded, then asked one of the guards to call the clan and pull out a gray banner.

After showing the banner to Nia, the old shaman continued, "Do you need anything else? ”

"Four more good horses."

After the shaman had four more horses brought, Nia checked them, wrote down her borrowing records and the tribe she belonged to on the parchment scroll, and then smeared one of her horns with ink, and then wrapped the small part of the horn in the parchment roll and printed the threads.

The shaman looked at the words on the parchment, nodded, and then accepted it, letting Nia take the flags and horses with her.

After placing their salutes on their horses and tying them, Nia and Lorain rode down the prairie.

Unlike other places, there are no obvious roads on the grassland, and under the vast sky dome are patches of green color.

On the way, Nia explained to Lorain what had just happened.

"There are often disputes between the tribes on the grassland, and sometimes the two tribes will even meet each other, and if we don't carry that gray-haired banner, we are likely to be attacked by one side as a spy and a spy."

"Although the probability of encountering it is not very high, you still have to be careful."

"Wouldn't it be unsafe for caravans or travelers to be on the grasslands?" Lorain Hill asked curiously.

"There will be some danger, but most caravans have familiar routes, and the tribes along the way are long-term partners, and will provide corresponding protection to the caravan so that the caravan will visit next time." Nia explained.

"Because there is very little food on the grassland, the caravan from the south can be said to be a lifeline."

Hearing this, Lorain Hill was also interested. "What do you usually eat? Is it meat? ”

"This is actually a misunderstanding." Nia smiled, then said a little bitterly.

"In fact, for herders, they don't eat much meat, and their staple foods are cheese, fried rice, flour cakes, etc., and most of them drink milk and salt tea."

"Salt and tea, any tribe in the steppe needs them, and every caravan from the south will carry them." Nia recounts her daily life.

"Many outsiders think that herders will eat meat because they raise a lot of cattle and sheep, but this is not the case."

"Eating meat is a luxury, and sometimes a lot of meat is a calamity, because it means a large number of livestock dying from freezing to death, raids, and plagues."

"Generally, out of 10 cubs, there is probably only one that can really live to adulthood."

"There are always all kinds of accidents, attacks by monsters, low temperatures, grass shortages, diseases, disabilities, and so on."

"Life is very fragile, not only livestock, but also the orcs on the grassland, who can live past 50 years old, it is estimated that there is not one in a hundred."

Looking at the galloping horses in the distance, Niya sighed, not as little as she used to be at school, and after returning to her hometown, she seemed to let go a lot.

"We Giethoorn are said to have been a big family thousands of years ago, and now there are only a few thousand people left."

"I was lucky to be able to qualify for Emmenas in Emenas." She shook her head, waved the reins in the wind, and then rode the red horse beneath her, running as far as she could across the grassland.

Lorain Hill also clamped his legs, allowing the white horse under him to follow, followed by the other two horses carrying the luggage.

After a while, Nia slowly slowed down.

"I'm sorry, but I was a little unstable just now."

"It's nothing, is it feeling stressful?" Lorain Hill looked at Nia and asked guessingly.

"Hmmm......"

"The people in the clan have great expectations for me, hoping that I can change the fate of the clan, but I understand that I am not a genius, just an ordinary person with better luck, I am afraid that this result will disappoint everyone."

"Before I came to school, in order to make up for my travel and living expenses, everyone took out the income of the entire tribe for nearly a year, for fear that I would be wronged at school."

"I'm grateful to everyone, but I'm also scared if I can respond to that expectation."

Niya looked at the tents in the distance, and remembered the group of people around her since she was a child, the familiar faces, the hopeful eyes, and the clasped hands. So heavy, yet full of expectations.