Who would have thought that a chance encounter, an unintentional invitation, and a unique singing would create a dreamlike spectacle that seemed like a miracle?
The blooming fluorescent flowers and the fruits hanging on the branches seem to have stepped out of a dream into reality and come to our side. They feel so unreal that we just want to touch and look at them repeatedly to confirm our understanding.
Fruits are rare for residents on the grasslands because transportation and preservation are inconvenient in that era. Fruits from the south are very expensive to transport to the grasslands, and very few people can afford them. There are even quite a number of people who have never tasted this sweet thing.
The greasy and bland taste of the past was washed away by the slightly sour and sweet flesh, and a different kind of beauty was perceived by people, and the venue was filled with cheers at night.
"Elani!"
A strange cry was heard, and a strong man with a huge voice shouted.
"Elani!"
Several people nearby also started shouting, raising their hands high with excited expressions.
"Elani!"
"Elani!"
"Elani!"
More and more people joined in, shouting the name, until the entire venue was immersed in this wave of cheers, and the resounding sound continued to echo in the dark field and spread in all directions.
Ailani, the daughter of fire, is the girl who, in ancient legends, healed Kedarren with her singing.
Wearing a crown of emerald branches, a white dress, and bare feet, she emerged from the fire and healed Kedarun's arrow wound with her song. She then allowed him to rest for three days to recover his strength. Kedarun, now rejuvenated, defeated the Wolf King and took him under his wing. This story, recorded in the Poem of Fire, is one of the origins of the Scarlet Songstress.
The world-famous Blue Songstress and Scarlet Songstress have always been the highest honors given to singers.
Loran Hill opened his eyes and looked at the cheering and enthusiastic ocean, feeling a little overwhelmed.
At first, she just wanted to bring out the magic of nature for the sake of performance effect, but for some reason, as her heart and emotions were immersed in the singing, the light spots formed by these natural magic also formed butterflies, stimulating the plants around them to start growing.
The nutrients that were lacking in the past were provided and promoted by magic. By the time the girl came to her senses from being immersed in the singing, these young seedlings had become big trees with dense branches and leaves, bearing thick fruits.
Niya looked at the girl in the white dress sitting among the branches on the roof, as if she were meeting her roommate for the first time. So this was the real Roland? So dreamy, beautiful, and far away.
The bard and other travelers beside the vehicle were also looking at the blue-haired girl in shock. They wanted to ask or say something, but they couldn't find any words to describe her. All the adjectives they had learned in the past seemed to be eclipsed and they found it difficult to speak.
The crowd in the audience cheered Ailani's praise and slowly surged forward, but when they approached the carriage where the girl was sitting, they unconsciously wanted to stop. Her bright and clear eyes and face were so beautiful that people could not bear to desecrate this flawless purity.
"Everyone, please be quiet."
The great shaman, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke. He shook the copper bell on the wooden staff in his hand, and everyone gradually quieted down.
The crowded crowd parted to both sides like a tide. The old shaman wearing a colorful forehead ornament walked in the middle, followed by several other shamans. They came from several large tribes and basically represented most of the forces on the grassland.
There are over forty tribes on the Gufia Steppe today, but only five have populations exceeding two million: the Wolf-Ears, Lion-Manes, Leopard-Ears, Ox-Heads, and Deer-Horns. These large tribes have numerous sub-tribes, such as the Cave Lion, a sub-tribe of the Lion-Manes, and the White Wolf and Black Wolf, both sub-tribes of the Wolf-Ears.
Today's great shaman comes from the Hanlu clan, a branch of the Deerhorn tribe. His forked horns are engraved with unknown symbols and characters, and small bronze and jade tablets hang from them, jingling as he walks.
The great shaman walked to the front of the car and slowly stopped. At this time, Loran Hill felt that it was a bit impolite to still sit on the roof of the car, so he jumped down, then lightly tapped the grass with his toes, and then stood easily.
"Hello, guest I haven't met before, the new legendary singer." The old shaman praised, his long, thick brown beard swaying.
"Hello, I'm sorry for disturbing the conference." Loran Hill nodded slightly, feeling a little embarrassed. Others were having a great fire party, but he had almost extinguished all the flames in the venue.
"It's nothing, as long as the fire in the altar doesn't go out." The great shaman continued without caring.
"And bringing you this evening party is a rare surprise for us in a hundred years."
"It's been a long time since I've heard such a beautiful ballad. Perhaps even the Twilight Brigade back then couldn't reach this level."
The old shaman sighed slightly, then opened his mouth and invited, "Would you like to talk? I'm sure many people here, not just me, long for the beautiful world you describe in your songs."
"Me too, very interested."
"No problem, but I want to bring my friends."
Loran Hill nodded, then raised her moon-white wrist and pointed at the ordinary girl sitting in the corner.
The Great Shaman looked at the shorter, ordinary girl, as if remembering something, and then said, "Is that girl from the Goat Horn Tribe your friend?"
"Yes, she is always one of my best friends." The girl answered softly, everything was so natural.
Niya looked at the layers of gazes around her, some of which were envious, some jealous, some eager, and all kinds of expressions. Her previously uneasy heart suddenly settled down, as if a stone that had been falling had finally touched the solid and soft ground, so firm and reassuring.
Even though I am as small as a firefly, can I stand with the bright moon?
Can an ordinary existence like mine be seen by the world?
It turns out that I am not a piece of grass on the roadside that can be forgotten at any time. Even such an insignificant person like me can be remembered and recognized by "her".
A warm current flows through the heart, warming the humble and weak heart.
Even if I can't achieve good results in the Flame Conference this time, even if I can't graduate successfully from Emenas, it doesn't seem to be a big deal.
The world is ever-changing and unpredictable, just like the clouds in the sky, but in such a bumpy and uncertain life, she has found a partner who can walk with her.
Good friends are like treasures, they are hard to come by.
At this time, the girl with the goat horns holding the treasure stood up from the crowd, walked out slowly, stood beside her friend and greeted the great shaman.
"Hello, Lord Unuk. I am Nia from the Goat Horn Tribe."
The girl with short brown hair and goat horns lowered her head slightly, then raised it again. Her face in the moonlight reminded the shaman of that strong yet weak face on the night of the wildfire.
"Sure enough, it's you again."
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