Western Continent, Gufia Grassland.
A herd of warm-blooded horses galloped across the rolling wilderness.
The horses' hooves kicked up clouds of mud and light yellow dust as they stepped across the grass. Nearly a thousand horses shook their strong muscles as they ran, and their smooth, reflective fur was on the surface.
The horses raised by these orcs were agile and full of energy, galloping across the wilderness. Not far behind them was a lush forest.
These trees, with their light yellow leaves and white trunks, rustle in the summer breeze, and the leaves sway in the sunlight, reflecting a bright and mottled glow.
A figure wearing a felt hat rode his horse, smelling the dry and warm scent of grass. His pace gradually slowed down when he saw the light yellow woods in the distance.
The horse under him was moving leisurely forward, and the figure was looking at the strange yet familiar scenery around him in the warm breeze.
Afterwards, when he gradually reached the yellow woods, he dismounted.
He took off the hood, revealing a pair of curved horns. The face beneath was immature yet a little mature, and the close-fitting leather armor revealed his beautiful figure.
She led the horse into the refreshing woods filled with rustling sounds, and tall wooden houses not far away came into view.
The path through the forest was wide and clean, with scattered wooden stakes on both sides for resting. As she approached the settlement, the crowing of chickens and the mooing of cows could be heard sparsely, bringing a breath of life.
When the woman approached the center of the settlement, several aunts were sewing clothes under the shade of trees and chatting about something.
"How is your child doing in school recently? My baby said that the teacher taught so much that he can hardly remember it all." An auntie who also had crooked horns talked about her recent little troubles.
"Hey, my child is the same. Later, I asked him to use the notebook given by the school to write down the things he didn't understand. Don't be reluctant to use it. I can ask his father to buy it at the market later."
"Isn't that notebook usually used to record His Highness Loran Hill's quotations? Wouldn't it be inappropriate to write other things in it?" another aunt asked hesitantly.
"this........"
"Don't worry about that. His Highness Loranhill would be happy to see such a scene." The woman walked slowly closer. She was wearing brown leather armor on her upper body and several leather belts tied around her thighs, which were slightly cut into the flesh to carry some objects. Behind her was a scarlet hooded cloak.
"Is this... Niya? You're back." Several aunts looked at the young woman in surprise, then stood up one by one.
"I'm back." Niya looked at everyone she knew with a smile on her face, then looked around, a hint of nostalgia in her eyes.
"I'm back."
"It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back... I'll ask the villagers to prepare a delicious meal for you later." Several aunties were a little excited, and then several children from the neighborhood also happily gathered around her.
"Sister Niya is back, Sister Niya is back~" Joyful shouts spread throughout the village in the woods, and a burst of noise and happy footsteps rang out in the village.
That night, a bonfire was lit in the open space in the village, and hundreds of people gathered around the bonfire to celebrate.
They grilled fragrant skewers of meat, garnished with cumin and salt, which were shining with oil. They held large wooden cups filled with refreshing beer. Some played the sitter, while others beat the rhythm, hit the small drum, and sang along.
The fire was blazing, laughter was heard, and the sound of clinking glasses could be heard everywhere.
Several strong men holding wine glasses stood up at this moment and shouted in the evening breeze.
"Come, let me toast Niya! Celebrate the birth of a great hero in our clan."
“Okay~”
"good!"
“I agree!”
"One cup isn't enough, you need three."
"No, ten."
"Hahaha, I won't go home until I'm drunk tonight."
In the noisy night, Niya was surrounded by a large group of people. These people were wearing short-sleeved fur coats of various colors, had strong bodies, and had a pair of curved goat horns on their heads.
"Thank you, thank you..." Niya looked at these enthusiastic fellows and felt as if she were surrounded by flames. Although she couldn't drink much, these dark and familiar faces were so kind that they warmed her heart.
"Haha, another one."
Seeing Niya drink up the wine in the glass, everyone cheered enthusiastically and then started to boo loudly.
Then Niya couldn't retreat and drank several more cups. Only then did the crowd disperse after being persuaded by several aunts, allowing Niya to rest.
Seeing Niya's face flushed, an aunt brought her some sobering soup and then sat down beside her.
"Don't let them lead you astray, kid." She helped straighten Niya's hair and looked at her face as she grew up from childhood.
"It's just like what I said back then, she's a beauty, but they didn't believe it then, huh."
"Hmm..." Niya's face turned slightly red and she responded with an embarrassed smile.
"Why did you suddenly come back today? Weren't you in the capital, Soland, before?" the aunt asked curiously.
"I was in the capital before because Crancia needed someone to contact the various tribes on the grasslands, and my identity was very suitable, so I have been helping there ever since."
"The situation is gradually stabilizing now. Soland also has a lot of experienced personnel and orcs. I don't need to mediate like before." Niya sat up slightly, drank some soup, and gradually regained consciousness.
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