Across the open fields, the wind blew gently, and the emerald green grass undulated slowly like waves, spreading like ripples towards the sky, with bits of white grass dancing in the wind.
Wearing oriental long sleeves and a skirt, Loran Hill stood on the hill, his green hair flying in the air. Behind him were a dozen orcs with different appearances, and Nia was also standing among them.
That night, the girl demonstrated the new species she had developed and improved, demonstrating its excellent properties and nutritional value. However, some shamans were skeptical. After all, the girl was just an outsider, too young to be convincing. Today, Loran Hill was here to practice the cultivation methods and value of these new species.
"Ms. Loran, this ranch is directly under the alliance. You can use it as you please." A shaman said respectfully.
"Have you agreed on everything?" Loran Hill asked carefully.
"Yes, we have already sent people to disperse the crowd within a 20-mile radius. There are also riders patrolling the perimeter to prevent anyone from approaching."
"Okay." Roland nodded and used the breeze to sense the surrounding environment. It was indeed as the shaman said.
Looking at the clear blue sky, she felt a little regretful. She was too impulsive that night.
Originally, she had only wanted to help Niya and resolve the Sheep Horn Tribe's predicament, but now she had to solve the entire grassland's problems. But the words had already been spoken, and she wouldn't go back on them. Besides, it didn't go against her original intention.
After all, too much debt is always a burden. Tisilan, Clancy, Verga, and now the Gufia Grasslands, how could I have unknowingly become the support of so many people? Even the occasional laziness is out of the question. When can I take a long vacation and just slack off?
Thoughts flowed in her mind, and after she came to her senses, the girl began to act.
The white fingers stretched out to the sky, and the breeze began to flow, winding around the fingers, then gradually grew stronger, lifting the white long skirt and sleeves.
The breeze gradually brought wisps of flames, and a scorching breath hit them in the face, making the people behind them sweat and suffocate.
Then surging flames swept down from the sky, and the emerald green grass turned from green to yellow, from yellow to dry, and then burned. The fire continued to advance from back to front like waves, until it reached the distant end of heaven and earth.
Everything in the field of vision seemed to be distorted, and the scorching waves and flames filled the entire earth. Black grass ash drifted in the wind, and the entire earth gradually turned into pure black, dotted only with blue smoke and flames.
The crowd behind Loran Hill felt an indescribable fear. The flames and destruction unleashed by that peerless girl's every move were like a natural disaster, unstoppable. In a few moments, the land within a twenty-mile radius was reduced to scorched earth. She had once been merely a beautiful and charming singer, but now she possessed an indescribable power. Their previous admiration and greed were awakened by this power, and fear transformed into deep admiration.
Slash-and-burn agriculture has been the way of life since ancient times.
The flames of burning not only produced nutrient-rich ash but also killed weeds and pests in the soil, making it a common farming method used by the ancients. However, it was not without its drawbacks. The lack of vegetation made soil erosion more likely, and its fertility only lasted for a year or two.
But Loran Hill thought of all these. The reason why she wanted to be promoted to the natural sequence recently was also because she wanted to cultivate plant seeds suitable for the grassland.
The wind was blowing wildly, and the tornado sucked in a large amount of water vapor from a river 30 miles away, and then carried it into the sky.
The water vapor tornado reached the sky above the pasture and spread out in all directions. The breeze was like rain, wetting everyone's faces and sleeves, moistening the charred earth, and wisps of green smoke floated up from the ground.
After the wind cooled the earth again, green grass seeds were scattered into the air, drifting in the wind, and were carefully scattered in every corner of the pasture by the blue-haired girl.
Then a melodious bagpipe sounded from the grassland, and the girl's flute sound spread to all directions. Emerald green butterflies formed by the magic of nature appeared beside her, and then flew to the endless wilderness under the sky. Tender green buds began to sprout on the black land.
The melodious sound of the flute spread all over the place.
Every time the girl played a tune, the new grass grew an inch taller and the roots underground extended a few centimeters downwards. The emerald green fields appeared in front of everyone again, as if it were a magical spell in a fairy tale.
Green buds sprouted from new branches, and the new grass grew taller and taller, slowly covering everyone's knees, and then climbing to waist height.
The wind blew across the wilderness, and the emerald green waves spread across the horizon, all the way to the end of the sky.
The sun gradually sets in the west, the purple-red sunset illuminates the sky, the golden afterglow spreads across the earth, the green grass sways in the wind, and slender and dense petals gradually bloom at the top, the bright red petals complement each other in the light of the setting sun.
That will be all. The girl looked at the bountiful scenery under the setting sun and finally put down the flute.
This new grass is a new variety carefully cultivated by Loran Hill.
[Alizarin Crimson Clover] (Rating: Perfect Gold): While it doesn't require Mana to grow and possesses no supernatural abilities, it possesses strong adaptability, is resistant to cold and drought, and boasts a deep root system that stabilizes soil and water. Its inherent richness in nutrients and plant protein surpasses all other vegetables. Its greatest strength lies in its ability to bind nitrogen in the air, enriching the soil. When soil and water are plentiful, it can be harvested up to twelve times during the growing season. These exceptional properties make it extremely rare, even without supernatural properties. Furthermore, after modification, this species' flowers can be extracted to produce a natural red dye.
Compared with other varieties on the grassland, the alfalfa brought by Loran Hill is like heaven and earth. Its already excellent characteristics have become even more prominent and dazzling after being improved.
Over the verdant fields, a few birds flew across the evening sky, chirping before alighting, curiously observing the new plants and flowers. Several shamans, skilled in plant cultivation, also plucked some grass, closing their eyes and concentrating, carefully perceiving its nutritional value and various properties.
After a long time, the shamans reluctantly put down the plants in their hands and nodded in admiration to each other.
The blue-haired girl turned around, her beautiful face reflected in the golden afterglow of the setting sun, and appeared again in the eyes of these shamans and orcs.
Feelings of shock and admiration filled every corner of their hearts, sweeping over their entire bodies and minds like flames. At this point, they finally stopped doubting, knelt down tremblingly on the ground, and bowed to this girl who seemed like a goddess.
Just as described in the poem.
Like the rays of light descending into the world, with a brilliant and peerless appearance.
She blesses the world with her fire and heals everything with her song and music.
Ailani, the scarlet singer in ancient legend, walked out of myth into the human world.
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