In last winter's Wildfire Showdown, a girl from the Sheep Horn Tribe unexpectedly became a dark horse, entered the finals, and won, surprising many people.
On the grassland burned by wildfire, the brown-haired girl fell on the dry grass, covered in blood, struggling continuously. Then the scattered flames gathered and exploded under her strong will, and finally engulfed her opponent.
Afterwards, the great shaman carefully treated the seriously injured girl, allowing her to recover as much as possible and return home safely. Afterwards, he also sent a messenger to instruct the surrounding large tribes not to invade this small settlement.
The shaman at the time didn't think too much when doing these things. He just did these things casually with the idea of taking care of as many orcs as possible.
No one expected that this ordinary girl who got lucky by chance would bring an unexpected surprise this time.
In the warm big tent, several shamans were sitting by the fire. After Loran and Niya came in, they were also arranged to sit on wooden chairs by the fire.
"Where are you from, Miss Loran? It looks like you are a human being." Old Sa stroked his beard and asked with a little curiosity.
It's no wonder these people are curious. Generally speaking, most natural sequences come from the Green Empire because it inherits the heritage of the forest elves, while natural factions in the Seven Kingdoms of Xuehua are very rare.
"I'm from Clansia, near the border of the Tisilan Mountains." Loran Hill didn't find it easy to hide this fact, as he had introduced himself to his roommate in the same way before. Fortunately, apart from the Rabbit Tribe who are more famous in the Tisilan Mountains nowadays, outsiders don't know that the sage also came from here.
"Tishlan Mountains?" In the warm firelight, the shaman fell into deep thought.
Today, the Rabbit-Eared Tribe in the Tisilan Mountains is extremely famous. The extraordinary fruits and grains they produce are well-known, and even many tribes on the grasslands envy these distant relatives.
"Have you seen the rabbit-eared tribe over there?" the old shaman asked.
"Yes." Loran nodded. This was quite familiar to her. After all, she was the one who taught the Rabbit-Eared Tribe a lot of knowledge and skills, and she had also patrolled various cities before going to school.
The old shaman then asked, "Can you tell me what their lives are like now?"
This... Hearing this, Luo Lan was a little puzzled. Realistically speaking? The Rabbit Ears tribe lives much better than you, and I taught them. I always feel like I'm bragging.
If she said something that was not true, she would have to lie, which was really unnecessary. Besides, she didn't like telling lies.
It's better to be more tactful. Thinking of this, Roland Hill slowly spoke: "The Rabbit Ears are now developing fields in the mountains, learning writing and knowledge, and they can be seen in many cities in Cransia."
"Won't they be discriminated against and bullied by humans?" a wolf-eared shaman sitting nearby asked anxiously.
It seems that the news about this group of orcs is a bit outdated, Roland thought. However, after all, the changes have only happened for a year, and the Gufia grassland lacks channels for external communication, so it is understandable.
"Not really, they are working very hard now." Thinking of the group of hardworking rabbits, Roland nodded with some satisfaction. They were all good children he taught.
"How are they developing farmland in the mountains? From what I understand, the Tixilan Mountains are a branch of the Sigh Mountains, and there are quite a few magical beasts there." The old shaman was silent for a moment before asking. He felt a mixture of emotions, like a distant, poor relative he once looked down upon suddenly finding fortune and prosperity. Even though he knew it had little to do with him, he still couldn't let it go.
"The magical beasts in the Tisilan Mountains get along well with them."
Of course, eating well every day wouldn't be a good thing. Loran Hill recalled the scene he'd seen before leaving: several Sequence 3 Xilan Golden Tigers, their bellies as round as balls, lying on the ground basking in the sun. The blue-haired girl nodded solemnly, thinking she'd have to find some work for these big cats. They'd just eat and sleep all day.
“I see…”
After listening to the description of the blue-haired girl, for some reason, the shamans present felt a little jealous, as if they were not doing well on their side. The Rabbit-Eared Tribe thrived in Cransia, and the Winged Tribe were considered half-masters in the Falcon Kingdom and did not have to suffer any grievances.
The flame burned quietly, and the dry autumn firewood emitted a light green smoke, which then dissipated through the round hole in the top of the tent.
"Miss Loran, what are your thoughts and feelings after coming to our grassland?" the old shaman asked, looking at the student of Emenas. He also wanted to know how the outside world viewed them, the orcs, and in other words, he was also interested in the perspective of the young woman who described the forest wonderland.
Has the tradition that has been repeated for thousands of years really gone astray? Is there any other way out?
"This..." After all, he was an outsider, so the girl couldn't directly say anything wrong about him.
"I think, instead of everyone fighting over the few fruits left," she paused for a moment before continuing.
"Why not work together to grow the fruit bigger so more people can eat it."
"Miss Loran has a good idea, but unfortunately the land in the grassland is barren and can only produce a few fruits." The bull-headed shaman next to him sighed and shook his head. Their tribe had also considered farming, but the results were dismal.
"Miss Loran must come from a good family," the Wolf-Eared shaman said with disdain. While Emenas' students were rare, they weren't uncommon; their own tribe had plenty. This singing lady must have come from a wealthy family. Her sentiments were like, 'Why not eat meat?' If they had plenty of food, would they have to endure such hardships and engage in constant infighting?
The other shamans remained silent, but they were probably thinking the same thing. "You haven't experienced our suffering, so how can you understand our difficulties?" It turned out that the existence of a singing girl could only bring people a beautiful dream, not solve practical problems.
"My family background is average." This was what I said in my previous life, and it was indeed true.
“Although I haven’t experienced those days of starvation, I’ve heard a lot about it.”
The older generation could never forget the miserable experiences during the famine years, and they often used them as teachings. So when she was a child in her previous life, she was absolutely not allowed to leave any food. She had to finish it every time, otherwise she would be scolded.
"I'm not unaware of the difficulties everyone is facing." The blue-haired girl said slowly, then raised her head.
"What if I can come up with a solution to everyone's problem?"
The crimson flames crackled, and the warm light reflected in the girl's eyes. Her eyes were blazing with tenderness and confidence, which made everyone present recall the name people had cheered not long ago and the ancient legend in the "Poem of Fire".
Elani, a girl born from fire, heals with her song.
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