Two days later, a wagon train carrying goods was traveling across the grasslands, with two lines of lion-maned riders beside it.

The entire caravan consisted of about 100 people, with more than 60 combat personnel, and the rest were coachmen, hunters, witch doctors, cooks and other logistics personnel.

The horses these lion-maned orcs ride are enormous, standing about 2.4 meters tall from head to toe. Their colors are mostly brown and gray, with occasional white markings. While their coats are matted and they don't run very fast, their large frames and strong physiques give them ample endurance and strength, enabling them to support the lion-maned orcs' weight.

Roland leaned his head against the carriage window, looking at the scenery outside and the lion-maned riders.

"What breeds are those horses? I've never seen them before." She asked Niya opposite her with a little curiosity.

Nia put down the booklet recording the cargo, looked up, and said, "Those are heavy Mirhua horses. They are very big and powerful, but they also have a big appetite. One horse can eat the rations of 3-5 people. Only a few powerful tribes will raise them."

"This kind of horse-drawn farmland should be pretty good." Loran Hill is indeed an expert in farming. The first thing he thought of when he saw it was to use it for agriculture.

"This... However, few people farm on the grassland because of the lack of food. Some people have tried it before, but the results were not very good. Only a few places near the river have cultivated fields." Niya shook her head, and the sheep horns between her chestnut hair swayed.

"What's the reason for this?" Roland tilted his head, wanting to know the specific reason.

"Because plowing will make the land barren, and the grassland is windy and cold, many crops don't grow well." Niya said with some regret.

"Like this..." Loran Hill thought for a moment, then put his hands into the plush gloves and thought slowly.

Gufia is located in the north, so the autumn is particularly short and the weather has become a bit cold recently.

The journey back was relatively peaceful and nothing major happened. The Lion Mane Clan was a large and powerful clan on the grassland. Although the Cave Lion Clan was only a branch of it, it was still powerful. Other small clans were quite afraid of it, and the large clans would not deliberately provoke it.

On the road, you can still see some horseback riding teams heading north. They are the teams going to participate in the Fire Festival. Many tribes are far away from the venue of the Flame Festival and have set out long in advance. The Fire Festival is approaching.

Because the carriage was carrying pickled meat and some other goods, it was not moving very fast and it took five or six days to reach Niya's tribe.

However, after entering the Sheep Horn Tribe's residence, Loran Hill clearly felt that the atmosphere was a bit depressing. After asking the orcs of the Lion Mane Tribe to put down the goods, she rushed to the tent where Niya was.

"...This is what happened, Niya." A slightly familiar voice came.

"Was Grandpa Ketan injured?" Niya's voice was a little excited.

"Yes, but fortunately there is no danger to life." The voice said comfortingly.

"How could they..." The girl's voice was indignant and bitter.

Isn't this kind of thing very common? This is considered good. The other party only stole some sheep and didn't kill anyone. Niya said to herself, but she still felt a little unfair and uncomfortable in her heart.

"Niya, don't get excited. Sigh... I didn't want to tell you. You still have a bright future. This isn't a big deal. Once you graduate from Emenas and become stronger, no one will dare to bully us. Don't get carried away by this momentary rage."

"This is not cowardice, but another kind of bravery and wisdom." The slightly deep voice persuaded Niya.

After hearing this conversation, Roland slowly put down his hand that was about to open the curtain and go in. He waited until the voices inside gradually calmed down before he greeted them and opened the curtain and went in.

In addition to Niya, there was another slightly older man in the tent. He had brown-black hair and looked somewhat similar to Niya.

"Hello, I'm Niya's classmate Loran." Loran Hill first bowed slightly and greeted her.

"Hello, I am Niya's uncle, Kule, her father's brother." The uncle took off his hat in return, then put it back on and continued.

"I heard from Nia that Miss Luo Lan helped her a lot at school. I am very grateful. Our Sheep Horn Tribe hasn't hosted distinguished guests for a long time. If there is any inadequacy in our hospitality, please let us know and forgive us."

"Then I won't bother you anymore." Then he slowly backed out.

This Uncle Kule is quite good at talking. Most of the other people from the Sheep Horn Tribe just say a few simple words like "thank you" and "okay, whatever you want to do". Sometimes, seeing them trying to show their enthusiasm and hospitality but not knowing what to say, Roland feels a little anxious for them, but naturally he doesn't blame them.

"Loran is here too. Sorry, you should have heard what I said just now." Niya watched Loran approach and then took her hand.

"Where is that Ketan Grandpa? Take me to see him first."

"Yeah." Niya nodded and took Roland to a tent. Although she didn't know how to treat it, Roland should have a way.

The grey tent was a bit old, with some tattered edges. After the door curtain was lifted, two people were already standing inside. One was a somewhat old Sheep Horn Tribe member, standing by the bed, applying crushed herbs to the wound. Next to him was his assistant, helping to hold down the injured old man.

The old man on the bed had a graying beard and was a bit thin, with the outline of his bones clearly visible through his skin. He groaned occasionally, his arms were bandaged, and there was a long wound on his chest.

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