After returning to the Tisilan Mountains, Loran Hill naturally received the letter from Pullman through the Rabbit-Eared Tribe.
As the initiator and the most core member of the West Wind Uprising, he naturally sat on the leadership throne, but Clansia was not the feudal country of the past. They tried to forge their own path.
After combining the knowledge given by Loran Hill, they began to establish their own government institutions, most of which cited some advanced ideals of modernization and combined the former archon system of the Mercury Dynasty to form a new system.
First, the nation's highest political body is the Star Council, where the nation's top leader is called the Star Leader. Then, various systems and institutions are established based on national needs, such as education, military, agriculture, commerce, and so on.
The Star Leader is elected by the parliament and nominates and forms his own team during his term of office. The team will be assigned to various important positions and will be the core of the overall control.
Pullman's letter was naturally an invitation to Loran Hill, hoping that she could come to Clancy.
Although he understood that this was Pullman's gratitude and heartfelt thoughts, Loran Hill still didn't want to go, at least not yet.
First of all, when Pullman was spreading that knowledge, although there was no portrait of herself, she also told the name Loran Hill to many people. If she had gone there, she would probably be worshipped as a saint.
But this feeling is not very good. Only the dead or non-existent people are the most perfect. If you are alive, you will definitely make mistakes.
If she went to Clancy, too many people and things would be influenced by her. Even if she said something wrong or made a mistake, no one would dare to point it out. This would undoubtedly be a disaster. It would be easy for her to be flattered and go further and further astray. In the end, she would either have her image shattered and be attacked, or be burdened with increasing responsibilities.
So even if I want to go, I won't do it now, but wait until everything is stable for them, so as not to interfere with their own ideas.
So she wrote a long reply, told Pullman her thoughts, and then politely declined the student's invitation.
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Gufia Alliance, White Frost Grassland.
The cold wind was howling, and the half-human-high bamboo grass was swaying in the wind. The thick grass was like a green ocean that spread across the entire field of vision. As I walked through it, I had to use my hands to push aside the grass in front of me from time to time. Some cattle and sheep appeared and disappeared in the tall grass.
Since the fall of the Crazy Fang Empire thousands of years ago, this northern grassland has gradually become the last private reserve of the orcs.
There are about forty tribes living here. They are various branches of the orcs. Some are very powerful, with a population of millions, while others are very weak, with the smallest number probably only a few hundred people, struggling on the edge of extinction.
Not every tribe is so lucky as to encounter a silver-haired girl who saves them. Most of them disappear silently from this world. In fact, this is also the norm in the world. From ancient times to the present, countless races have perished. Nature constantly evolves and eliminates, and it is not subject to personal will.
A vast horn blared in the wind, and the white spikes of bamboo grass danced slowly in the breeze like a thousand dandelions. A chestnut-haired girl, clutching a long staff, walked amidst a sea of chest-high grass. All around her were a bustling crowd of orcs of various tribes, some cheering, some howling, and some beating thunderous drums.
The sound of drums was deafening. Opposite the girl stood a big man over three meters tall. He had a full beard and brown-red hair, and held a huge axe as tall as a person in both hands.
The girl was wearing grey clothes and a short skirt that was convenient for movement. Above her ears, she had a pair of downward-curving horns, guarding her ears like sheep's horns. The big man opposite her had sideburns like a lion's mane, full of power and intimidation.
When the lion-like man saw the girl with goat horns approaching, he roared loudly. The fierce roar directly pressed down the grass in front of him, forcing the girl to stick her walking stick into the ground to resist the wind wave that was about to blow her away.
His eyes were blurred by the wind, and he could only lower his head and block it with his arms. At his feet, he could hear the earth shaking, and a heavy axe swept across, drawing a huge arc in the atmosphere and making a terrifying whistling sound.
The girl with goat horns had no time to run and fell to her knees. The sharp axe passed over her face, chopping off a piece of her cane like chopping a piece of firewood, and some of her chestnut hair was also cut off. She narrowly avoided the attack that almost killed her.
After the giant axe swept across, she moved quickly, still holding the half of the cane in her hand.
As the flames spread across the staff, her brown-black pupils seemed to flash with a glint of fire. The staff swung, and the flames spread, igniting the grass, spreading outward in an arc and advancing forward like a wall of fire.
At the same time, many flames flew in the air like snakes, shooting towards the big man opposite.
The lion-like man swung the giant axe, and the strong wind pressure directly wiped out the fire snake in front of him. Then he swung the giant axe, and drew a trajectory like a full moon around his body, cutting the grass beside him. Then he shouted loudly, and the violent air wave shook the grass around him and made it fly in all directions.
The fire spreading across the land had difficulty advancing due to the cleared firebreak.
While the flames temporarily separated the opponents, the girl with goat horns quickly waved her cane, and the fiercely burning flames drew circles in the air along with the cane. These circles of flames rolled on the ground like wheels, rolling up the grass, burning continuously, and spreading continuously.
Seeing this, the lion-like man immediately wielded his giant axe. A bright light appeared on the axe blade. As the giant axe chopped in the air, a beam of axe light cut through the atmosphere and flew forward rapidly.
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