Gufia grassland, Fire Festival conference, tent somewhere in the center.

In 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 of orcs, it was very tall. The girl's feet could not even fall directly to the ground, but were suspended one or two inches away from the ground.

Loran Hill shook her legs gently, her slender calves appearing and disappearing between the hem of the white gauze skirt. She leaned on the wooden chair and looked at a thick book in her arms. The book shell was a bit old, the copper edges were polished to a shiny texture, and the paper in it was also very thick, showing a yellow color like fallen leaves.

This book tells the process of the establishment of the former orc kingdom and the Crazy Tooth Empire.

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

Due to the sharp reduction in the number of these giants, they were unable to resist the cavalry of the silver elves. This part in the south supported the local orcs, and the part in the west supported the local ogre clan.

The same is true. The beliefs of orcs are greatly influenced by giants and worship the sun and flames. Unfortunately, these giants did not reproduce because of this. Due to the continuous pursuit of silver elves and the weakness of the orcs in the early stage, the giant clan gradually became extinct.

The King of Fangs Kedaren conquered the tribes and established the Crazy Tooth Empire hundreds of years later. Then there was the story of humans establishing the True Red Empire and then shattering it.

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

The Fire Festival is coming to an end today. After the last time she showed [Sani Red Cloisonnum], she had been teaching these orcs how to cultivate them a few days ago. Fortunately, the method of planting this kind of grass is extremely simple and there is basically no need to worry about it. Soon many shamans learned it.

After finishing the teaching, Lorran Hill didn't ask for any reward. She just wanted to read some ancient classics collected by the orcs and learn about the ancient era in the past.

It was in an era when humans had not yet escaped from ignorance, the era of giants and dragons.

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

Unfortunately, as the giant's opponent, the Dragon Clan also has the existence of Sequence 10. And the super-large canyon in Emenas is said to be caused by the Bahamut attack.

The giant and the dragon are obviously powerful beings on the same side, but for some unknown reasons, the two sides fought an immortal and tragic war. The leaders of both sides tore up the sky, cut off the earth, and separated the originally gathered continents, and divided them into two parts: east and west.

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

These 10 sequences, which are like gods, are said to have died together and dissipated in this world, and the races on both sides have suffered heavy damage. Otherwise, with the strength of the elves, they would not have defeated the giant clan that once ruled the world.

In addition, since giants worship the sun, the king of the giant should be the incarnation of the sun. However, in fact, the ancient classics in the early days did not refer to the king of the giant, but to followers and favorers of the sun.

After that, in the era after the demise of the giant, myth gradually became the giant king, which is the sun. This is the description method.

Did Alani really exist? Her experience is also quite wonderful.

At this moment, the quiet tent curtain was lifted, and Niya walked in with a little joy.

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

After solving the food problem on the grassland, the girl with sheep horns became much cheerful. She wore a white top and a cashmere gray skirt on her lower body. Her style was also cute, not as depressing and simple as before.

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

Lorran Hill gently shook her head, letting her hair end escape from the clutches of the roommate, and then turned around in anger. Recently, Niya is getting bolder and bolder, and she wants to come up and touch her hair if she has something to do.

"I won't go to the evening party." Looking back on these days, the fanatical eyes of the orcs at her made the young-haired girl a little scared. She was afraid that she would be surrounded by everyone again when she went out tonight and could not get out easily.

"No, Lord Shaman specifically instructed me to invite you to the audience." Niya shook her head and said with a little firmness.

"I promised the Shaman that I must free you from the absolute seal of the tent."

"What, I'm talking about like a sealed dragon." Lolan Hill smiled angrily.

"Because Lolan has been hiding in the tent these days and refuses to see anyone. The queues outside are so long."

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

"Tororan's blessing, everyone has become much more harmonious this year, and no one has died in the Fire Conference."

“Will a lot of people die in the past games?”

"Yes, everyone is proud to kill their opponents." Recalling last year's wildfire showdown, the opponent who fell in the sea of ​​fire, Niya's voice became a little low.

It took a while before she recovered.

"Loran, it has changed a lot of things..." Nya leaned her head behind Loran Hill, looked at the burning fire, recalling her experiences and experiences from childhood to adulthood, and murmured.

Since childhood, I have to fight with my peers. If I win, I have something to eat, and if I lose, I will go hungry. No one has ever told her the importance of knowledge and culture, nor has she ever seen a lifestyle other than grazing and fighting. Life seems to be so monotonous and cruel, and only the same tribes occasionally have some warmth.

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

The anxiety called food locks everyone firmly in the fragments of life, and never relaxes or runs out of your life.

I occasionally eat full today, but tomorrow I have to worry about where my next meal will be.

Just like a wild beast trapped in a cage, its destiny cage has long been destined to be able to keep chasing its tail and live a life with each other.

But fortunately, a girl passing by finally opened the blood-rusty cage with her hands and released the wild beast trapped in it so that it could run under the starry sky.

The green grassy wilderness finally returned to its original beauty.

As free as the wind, as generous and unruly as the flame.
Chapter completed!