The two of them didn't have much luggage, so it was easy for the two horses to carry it. As they headed north, Loran Hill encountered orcs of various races.
They mostly look similar to humans, differing mainly in some animal features, such as horns or ears on their heads, and tails behind their backs.
These orcs graze on the grasslands on horseback, driving their flocks of sheep and cattle, constantly rotating from place to place. Occasionally, you can hear their vast songs, which are short tunes, often only a few sentences. These ancient songs give people the feeling of soaring like an eagle in the sky, free and distant.
When it gets dark, Nia and Loran will take down the packed tent from the horse's back, set it up and cover it with soft carpet. Then the two of them will sleep in a small tent with a diameter of about two meters.
Fortunately, the weather is neither cold nor hot now, so sleeping in a tent is not too uncomfortable.
After crossing two rivers on the grassland and heading northwest for two days, we finally arrived at Niya's hometown, where the Sheep Horn Tribe lives.
The two men trotted across the grassland on horseback, the bells hanging from their horses' necks ringing from time to time. Their hooves kicked up bits of grass and dirt as they trod across the soft earth. After they climbed over a low hill, the hooves' clatter gradually slowed down.
"See that higher hill in the distance?" Niya said, pointing into the distance.
The sun gradually sets, dyeing the clouds in the sky red, orange and purple, and the warm yellow light fills the world. Wisps of blue smoke rise from the hills in the distance. A flock of thousands of white sheep moves slowly on the grassland, and several sheepdogs run around the flock, barking.
"Is this where Nia grew up?" Pushing aside her messy long hair blown by the wind, Loran Hill looked at this beautiful world, and then two tiny figures gradually approached the huge tents under the hill.
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The tall tent, perhaps five meters high, burned with a giant candle, usually reluctant to use. The fragrance of the burning candle and the tang of grass mingled throughout the room. Several people stood inside the tent, about ten meters in diameter. Most wore fur coats, their hands roughened by years of hard work and their skin tanned.
After Niya and Luo Lan arrived, many people in the village came to see them, their eyes full of curiosity.
"Are you doing okay in Emenas?" an elderly uncle asked anxiously.
"What sequence is it now?" Many people are also concerned about this.
"How long will Niya stay here?" an old man asked kindly.
"Did Sister Niya bring back any delicious food?" Several children surrounded Niya.
There were about twenty tribesmen crammed into the not-so-big room. They all had curved goat horns on their heads, some were bigger, some were smaller. When they stood close to each other, the horns on their heads would sometimes collide with each other, making a slight noise.
Everyone asked various questions curiously, and many people secretly observed Roland, the black-haired beauty standing next to Nia.
This black-haired girl had a gentle and beautiful face, with no obvious extra features. Could she be human? She looked like she was from the distant East.
Although she never spoke, but just stood there quietly, her beautiful face and figure made many young men of the Sheep Horn Tribe fall in love with her.
Finally, a young man couldn't contain his curiosity and the desire surging in his heart and asked.
"Niya, who is this person next to you?"
"This is my classmate, Loran, she is from Clansia." Nia introduced to the tribesmen in front of her.
This ignited a pile of dry wood, and everyone's curiosity could no longer be suppressed, and they began asking all kinds of questions. Seeing that the situation was getting out of control, Niya clapped her hands, and a flash of red flame flashed in the air, separating everyone, and then drove everyone out.
"I'm sorry, Loran, I embarrassed you." Niya felt a little ashamed. Most of her tribesmen were not well-mannered. If it weren't for her and several elders who took control of the situation just now, someone might have said something outrageous.
"Nothing?" Loran Hill shook her head. She was not such a petty person, she was just a little surprised.
Dinner was barbecue with some vegetables, and we drank the herdsmen's unique goat milk tea.
Red-hot charcoal burned in the brazier. Niya brought a small iron grill and sliced the lamb onto it, then sprinkled it with salt and other spices. A fragrant aroma emanated from it. Once the meat was golden brown and glistening with oil, she placed it on a clean white plate and let it cool slightly before eating to avoid burning her mouth.
Looking at Niya concentrating on grilling meat and her appearance, Loran Hill felt a little strange.
Niya is a member of the Sheep Horn Tribe. She was roasting lamb and had goat milk tea next to it, but she always felt something was wrong.
"Does Niya like eating lamb?" Finally, Loran Hill couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.
"Well, I like it quite well, what's wrong?" Niya raised her head and looked at Luo Lan, and immediately understood the reason.
"Loran is thinking about something strange." The firelight illuminated her face, she smiled, and then continued.
"The Sheep Horn Tribe just has horns similar to sheep, but they have nothing to do with sheep."
"If you were to see common wolf-eared orcs eating mutton, you would probably think it was normal."
"Here." Niya handed over the plate, which already had several slices of roasted meat on it.
"Thank you." Luo Lan took out his chopsticks, picked up a piece and started eating it in small bites.
Freshly baked, it has heat and a very good taste, slightly chewy and slightly spicy.
Niya also put a piece of roasted food into her mouth and ate it slowly.
After eating, drink a cup of warm goat milk tea to dilute the greasiness in your mouth. The aroma of tea and milk fills the cavity, and the warm taste goes down your stomach, making you feel very comfortable and a little sleepy.
"Are you full?" After grilling the meat, Niya also held the cup and asked in a low voice.
"Almost." Loran Hill's appetite was not big.
"That means you're not full." Niya stood up and prepared to get some more.
"No need, it's getting late now." Loran thought there was no need to bother anymore. Besides, she knew from Niya's previous conversation that even herders didn't eat meat every day.
"No, if Roland becomes thinner when we go back, everyone will blame me." Niya blinked and said in refusal.
Then she opened the curtain of the tent, went out for a while, and brought in a plate of food.
She opened the copper lid, revealing a pale yellow, square lump of tofu. Niya cut it open with a knife, and a milky aroma emanated from it.
"This is a high-quality cheese. It's filtered and then boiled several times. It's very clean. Eat it with confidence."
Nia placed the small pieces of chopped cheese in front of Loran Hill, and explained it again for fear that she would be worried.
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