Chapter 246 Free as the Wind

Ancient Fia Prairie, Fire Picking Festival, tent somewhere in the center.

Inside the tall tent, the warm red flames were burning quietly. The blue-haired girl sat on the wooden chair. Because the wooden chair was made according to the body of an orc, it was so high that the girl's feet could not even fall directly on the ground, but There is a distance of an inch or two from the ground.

Roland Hill shook her legs gently, her slender legs appearing and disappearing between the hem of the white gauze skirt. She leaned back on the wooden chair and looked at a thick book in her arms. The edges and corners of the paper are polished and polished, and the paper inside is also very thick, showing a yellow like fallen leaves.

This book tells the process of the establishment of the once-orc kingdom, the Empire of Mad Fang.

Since the beginning of the First Epoch, elves have emerged from under the World Tree, and after defeating the Giant Royal Court, the giants did not go extinct immediately, and the remaining few migrated to the south and west.

These giants were unable to withstand the iron cavalry of the silver elves because of the sharp reduction in their numbers. The southern part supported the local orcs, and the western part supported the local ogres.

The same is true, the belief of the orcs is greatly influenced by the giants, and they also worship the sun and fire. It is a pity that these giants did not multiply because of the continuous pursuit of silver elves, coupled with the weakness of the orcs in the early stage, and the giant family gradually became extinct.

The King of Fangs, Kedarun, conquered the tribes and established the Crazy Fang Empire, hundreds of years later. Then there is the story of human beings building the True Red Empire and then shattering it.

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

The Fire Harvest Festival is coming to an end today. After the last time she showed [Crimson Clover], she had been teaching these orcs how to cultivate. Fortunately, this method of planting grass is extremely simple, and there is basically no need to worry about it, and many shamans will soon learn it.

After finishing the teaching, Roland Hill didn't ask for any reward, but just wanted to read some ancient books treasured by the orcs and learn about the ancient era in the past.

It was the age of giants and dragons when mankind had not yet escaped ignorance.

Although most of the orcs have not experienced it, they have inherited a lot of knowledge of giants, which can be regarded as finding some clues. The giant family was once very powerful. According to the ancient myth, it seems that the king of giants has reached the height of the gods, that is, the sequence 10 level.

It is a pity that as the opponent of the giant, the dragon family also has the existence of Sequence 10. The super canyon in Emenas is said to have been caused by the Bahamut attack.

The giant and the dragon are obviously powerful beings on one side, but for some unknown reason, the two sides fought a tragic war of immortality and immortality. The leaders of both sides ripped apart the sky and cut off the earth, separating the continents that were originally gathered together, and divided them into two parts, east and west.

And the scattered parts become islands, such as the archipelago in the south.

It is said that these god-like Sequence 10s also perished together and dissipated in this world, and the races on both sides suffered heavy losses as a result. Otherwise, with the strength of the elves, they would not be able to defeat the giant clan that once ruled the world.

In addition, since giants worship the sun, the king of giants should be the incarnation of the sun, but in fact, the early ancient books did not use the sun to refer to the king of giants, but the followers and patrons of the sun, such a title.

Later, in the era after the demise of the giants, the myth gradually became that the king of giants is the sun, which is described in this way.

Erani, did it really exist? The experience is also quite amazing.

At this moment, the quiet tent curtain was lifted, and Niya walked in slightly happy.

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

After solving the food problem on the grassland, the shofar girl has also become a lot more cheerful. She is wearing a white top and a gray short skirt with cashmere on the lower body. The style is also cute, not as depressed and simple as before.

Niya briskly walked behind Lorraine and hugged the girl who was still reading, her little hand couldn't help but touch the end of the blue hair.

Roland Hill shook his head gently, letting the ends of his hair escape the clutches of this roommate, and then turned around angrily. Recently, Niya has become more and more daring, and she wants to come up and touch her hair when she has something to do.

"I won't go to the party." Thinking back on these days, the frenzied eyes of the beasts looking at her made this young girl a little scared. If she went out tonight, she was afraid that she would be surrounded by people and couldn't easily escape.

"No, the shaman specially asked me to invite you to the scene." Niya shook her head and said a little firmly.

"I promised the shaman, I must free you from the absolute seal of the tent."

"What, I'm talking like a sealed dragon." Roland Hill laughed angrily.

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

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

"Torolan's blessing, everyone has become more peaceful 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 of killing their opponents." Thinking back to last year's wildfire matchup, Niya's voice became a little deep.

It took a while for her to recover.

"Lorraine, a lot of things have changed..." Niya murmured, leaning her head against the back of Roland Hill, looking at the burning fire, recalling her experiences and knowledge from childhood to adulthood.

Since childhood, I have to fight with my peers. If you win, you will eat, and if you lose, you will

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 clan.

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

Anxiety called food locks everyone into the scraps of life, and they must not relax and be exhausted at all times.

Occasionally I am full today, and tomorrow I have to worry about where the 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 tail and eating each other to survive.

But luckily, a passing girl finally opened the bloody and rusted cage with her hands and released the trapped beast, allowing it to run under the stars.

The grassy wilderness has finally returned to its original beauty.

Free as the wind, bold and uninhibited as flames.