Chapter 147: Wildfire burning

"It's not a witch (

After returning to the Tiziran Mountains, Lorrain Hill naturally received the

letter from Pullman through the Rabbit Ears.

As the initiator of the West Wind Uprising and the most core personnel, he

naturally sat on the throne of the leader, but Crancia was not a feudal

country in the past, and they tried to go out of their own way.

After combining the knowledge given by Lorrain Hill, they began to form their

own government agencies, most of which cited some advanced modern ideals, and

also combined the former governor system of the Mercury Dynasty to form a new

system.

First of all, the highest political institution of the country is the Council

of Stars, and the highest leader of the country is called the Star Leader.

Then build various systems and institutions according to the needs of the

country, such as education, military, agriculture, commerce, and so on.

The star leaders are elected by the parliament and nominate their own team

during their tenure to hold important positions and take them as the core to

control the overall situation.

Pullman's letter naturally invited Lorrain Hill, hoping she could come to

Crancia.

Although I understand that this is Pullman's gratitude and heartfelt thoughts,

Lorrain Hill still doesn't want to go, at least not yet.

First of all, because Pullman did not have a portrait of himself when

spreading the knowledge, he also told many people the name Lorrain Hill. If

she went, she might be enshrined as a saint.

But this feeling is not very good. Only the dead or non-existent people are

the most perfect, and they will definitely make mistakes while alive.

And if she goes to Crancia, too many people and things will be affected by

her. Even if she says something wrong, no one will dare to point out the

mistakes. This is undoubtedly a disaster, and it is easy to be praised by

others. The more you go, the more crooked. In the end, either the image is

broken and is attacked by others, or the responsibility is increasing.

So even if they want to go, it's not now, but wait for them to stabilize, so

that they won't interfere with their own thoughts.

In this way, she wrote a long reply to tell Pullman her thoughts, and then

declined the student's invitation.

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Gufia Alliance, Hoarfrost Steppe.

The cold wind howled, the half-person-high letter bamboo grass undulated in

the wind, and the thick pastures spread like emerald green oceans throughout

the field of vision. Walking in it from time to time, they used their hands to

poke the pastures in front of them. The pasture looms and disappears.

Since the collapse of the Crazy Fang Empire thousands of years ago, this

northern grassland has gradually become the last place for the orcs.

About forty tribes live here. They are branches of the orcs. Some are very

powerful and have a population of several million, while others are very weak.

At least they may only have a few hundred people, struggling to dissipate. .

Not every tribe is so lucky, to meet a silver-haired girl who rescues them,

more of it disappears in this world silently. In fact, this is also the normal

state of the world. There are countless races that have perished since ancient

times, and they have naturally evolved and eliminated, and they are not

transferred by personal will.

The boundless horn sounded in the wind, and the white ears and grains of

Xinzhu grass fluttered slowly in the wind, like thousands of dandelions. A

girl with chestnut hair, holding a long walking stick, walked in the sea of

grass with her chest high, surrounded by a circle of orcs of various races,

some of them cheered, some howled, Some also beat thunderous drums.

Drums shook the sky, and opposite the girl stood a man who was more than three

meters tall. His face was full of beard and brown-red hair, and his hands were

holding a giant axe that was as high as a person.

The girl is dressed in gray clothes and a short skirt that is easy to move.

There are a pair of downward bending horns behind her ears, guarding her ears

like the horns of a sheep, while the big Chinese sideburns on the opposite

side are like the mane of a lion. Strength and deterrence.

The lion-like big man roared when the girl with claws horns approached, and

the violent sound directly pressed down on the pasture in front of him,

forcing the girl to stick her cane on the ground to resist the desire to blow

people away. The air wave.

His eyes were confused by the wind, and he could only lower his head and use

his arms to block it, but the sound of the earth's shaking came from under his

feet, and a heavy giant axe swept across, tracing a huge arc and terrifying

whistling sound in the atmosphere.

The girl with claws horns had no time to run, so she knelt down on her face,

and a sharp axe swept across her face, as if chopping a small piece of wood,

she cut off her walking stick, and the chestnut hair was also cut off. She was

in danger. It was dangerous to avoid the attack that almost killed her.

After the giant axe swept across, she moved quickly, still holding most of the

cane in her hand.

Along with the flame spreading on the cane, her brown-black pupils seemed to

flash a ray of fire. The cane waved, the flames waved, and the grass was

ignited, spreading outward like an arc, advancing forward like a wall of fire.

At the same time, a lot of flames are like snakes, flying around in the air,

shooting at the big man on the opposite side.

The lion-like man wielded a giant axe, and the strong wind pressure directly

swept away the fire snake in front of him, then he picked up the giant axe and

traversed the full moon-like trajectory around his body, cutting the pasture

next to him. With a loud shout, the violent air wave shook the pasture around

him, letting it fly in all directions.

The fire spreading on the ground faced the sweeping fire belt, and it was

difficult to move forward.

Taking advantage of the flame to temporarily separate the opponent, the claw

girl quickly waved the cane, and the fiercely burning flame followed the cane

across the air circle after circle. These circles of flames rolled on the

ground like wheels, rolling up the pasture, and burning continuously. ,

Continue to spread.

Seeing this, the lion man directly transported the giant axe, and the bright

brilliance appeared on the surface of the axe. As the giant axe slashed in the

air, an axe light split the atmosphere and flew out quickly.

When the claw-horned girl saw the gleaming light of the giant axe, it was too

late to think that the galloping light of the axe had already arrived in front

of her, cold, sharp and extremely dangerous.

The stick was broken, blood was flying in the air, from the right shoulder to

the lower left, a long gap appeared on the body, piercing pain, rich blood,

and a weak body that could not stand.

The shofar girl let out a painful hiss, her fingers scratching on the ground

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Regardless of the injury, she struggled to stand up quickly, one eye couldn't

open because of the pain, and the other eye was nervously observing the huge

figure that was approaching on the opposite side. In the flames, along with

the heavy steps, the huge body holding the giant axe, as if to cover the sky,

rushed towards him.

"Ju Yan!"

Facing forward, she stretched out the only usable arm, and the flames

scattered on the ground rushed towards the opponent. On the huge site with a

diameter of three hundred meters, the circle of fire scattered everywhere,

constantly igniting, converged toward the center target, rising like a

volcanic eruption.

The crimson and transparent flames brought suffocating high temperatures, and

they kept entwining the man with the lion’s mane. Every breath inhaled was a

breath of flame. The scorching heat inside and outside burned, his violent

roar, and the waves of flame swayed everywhere , But still unable to break

free from this invisible burning prison.

The flames rose and continued to sweep through, and finally, this huge and

powerful body collapsed, leaving only a scorched black body. The orcs on the

crowd yelled in excitement, as if they were applauding or celebrating. They

didn't care about this tragic death of their clan, as if they were accustomed

and commonplace.

Humans who know their customs are not surprised, because these are the orcs of

the ancient Fia steppe, they are arrogant and fearless, love to fight, despise

the weak, and fearless of death.

The shofar girl sat quietly on the grass, looking at the scorched black body

in front of her who had never breathed anymore, surrounded by the cheers of

other orcs, she felt a burst of cold and sadness in her heart for some reason.

At this time, a respectable shaman walked into the center of the venue, held

up his wooden staff, and announced in cheers.

"Niya the shofar tribe, victory! And she will be eligible to go to Emenas!"