Ujda, like the rest of the Yi, had seen the world beyond the mountains for the first time! She had never thought of what the horizon was, and what she could see after crossing one mountain was naturally another! Between the two mountains there might be some flat land suitable for growing grain, or (more often) a rapid, which was what the world familiar to her should be, and she had never seen it now, and she had never dreamed of it in the distance, when she could not see it at a glance, and when the flat land stretched into the distance. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

She shuddered, just imagining walking to a land where there were no mountains on all sides made her shiver, for a girl who was accustomed to covering her body with hillsides and trees, that land would undoubtedly make her very conspicuous, and if anything happened, she could only hope that the shield of the clan warrior would stop her in time! She was not afraid of fighting, but she hated the terrain that exposed her like this, and in the depths of her heart, a strange thought faintly floated: this is not the place where I should come, nor is it the place where the people in the mountains should come, the deep mountains are the home of the Yi people, and the mountains are the guardians of the Yi people, and they are as fragile as newborn babies when they are separated from the embrace of the mountains.

But the whole procession was probably the only one in the procession who had such strange fears, and the other warriors and priests, and even the slaves, were talking with excitement about their impending harvest, and unlike Ujdah, they were not afraid to go out into the unfamiliar, unsheltered plains, and they had the blessing of the god Gruul, and the high priest was with them, compared to which the loss of the shelter of the mountains was nothing!

Even the most astute warriors have lowered their guards, and wherever the Gruul goes, not even flies have survived, no one can jump out from behind trees and rocks to kill them, woodcutters die by trees, farmers die in fields, and they can pull out all the honey from their honeycombs without being stung, and how is it not better to have such divine power to protect them than iron armor and eyes?

They instead focus all their energy on the upcoming harvest.

Eight or nine times as many slaves supported them, and the Yi warriors generally did not farm, but they were the people who could walk into the mountains and fields with their feet, and they were clear about what the crops should look like, or what the crops of the Yi people should look like, and they were not people who lived deep in the city and could not distinguish between the grains. Now, they looked at the fields of the people outside the mountains that appeared in front of them, and they were all amazed, it is true that they had plundered some mountain villages, and they had also seen the fields of those villages, and knew that the crops of the people outside the mountains were much better than theirs, so the villages were richer than the Tusi of the Yi people, but the fields outside the mountains were something they had never imagined!

In the territory of the Yi people, the best land was the place between the two mountains, where there was a stream that brought mud and silt, and only Tusi and his cronies could grow some grain there, and the others could only grow bitter taro and beans on the slopes. And now before them was an endless field of grain, in which the crops grew so luxuriantly, that the ears of grain that the toasts could receive were more than weeds! And besides the fields of grain, they saw more, the high priest and the things they had described, they could not think of what they could not think of, but now when they saw the real thing, they suddenly realized.

"Fruit trees. "A Yi people struggled to utter the words they had learned from the high priest, there were naturally trees in the mountains that bore wild fruits, and every Yi people, even the lowliest slaves, had eaten wild fruits, and this was the only sweet food they could get except honey, and as long as they saw wild fruits, they would climb the trees at the risk of poisoning, and put them in their mouths, even if they were sour, they didn't care. But the fruit tree in front of him was very different, it was so low that even a woman could pluck the fruit from the top of the tree without stooping, as if that were not enough, and the full and round fruit bent the branches, and any Yi man could easily reach out and pick a big, red fruit, which, according to the high priest, had no sour taste, but was as sweet as honey, and could be eaten as a meal.

"A flock of ducks. Another Yiren excitedly pointed out to his companions that this kind of industry was only available outside the mountains, where there was enough water, and that the duck keepers bought hundreds of ducklings hatched on the kang at one time, and grazed them on the water like sheep herded by the Yiren, and received hundreds of duck eggs every day, and the fat duck meat was as much as it wanted.

Others were staring closely at the more worthy targets, and under the shade of greenery, there were more villages on the plains than in the spring mountains! Recently they could see that it was a large village worthy of three mountain villages, and think of how many slaves they could get from it! How many livestock and other treasures! And more riches awaited them in the distance! The best-eyed warriors and slaves scrambled to report that they had seen the city of the Outsiders, at the end of the river, with its mighty walls ten times more magnificent than the High Priest had described, but with the presence of the Gruul, were they afraid that they would not be able to break the walls by which the Outsiders had comforted themselves?

Getting out of the narrow mountain road, and with the excitement of the booty and the confidence given to them by the Gruul gods, the people kept speeding up, and the most agile of them had run to the front of the team, and the slaves carrying the booty fell behind the team, and people kept falling behind, but no one was worried about this, and when the vanguard captured the village, the others would naturally catch up, and there were Gruul gods and priests, what were they afraid of! The confusion of the ranks produced some discordant noises, some of them perhaps running too fast and falling to the ground, wailing, others giggling past the fallen ones, eager to plunder more loot for themselves, and the fallen warriors, who were not injured and were not worth reaching out for! Many more did not hear the noise at all, and they were talking excitedly from front to back, from side to side, some to exchange slaves for a chance to speak with the high priest, others to exchange two male slave boys for a beautiful slave girl, and others to show off the cloth and jewelry they had plundered, and how long they could brag about how long they could brag in front of the cowards who refused to come when they returned.

Ujida was the only one who did not bask in this cheerful and festive atmosphere, and with each step she took forward, she felt the chill to the bone, and the chill penetrated from her limbs to her heart, and she looked up in confusion, and the beautiful world beckoned to her not far away, but, as she moved forward, the mist grew thicker, and at last, she suddenly stopped, and let out a scream of fear that she had never felt before: "No! Stop! Everyone, stop! None of what we see is real!"