Chapter 159 of 898
Chapter 159: Return of the Snow
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Gufia grassland, shofar tribe.
On the snow-filled wilderness, the earth is covered with a layer of snow. It
looks white and the reflected light is even a little dazzling after a long
time. A low hill is not obvious in this snow-filled sky. .
Because it is located in the north, every winter is the hardest time. The
grassland does not produce much food, most of which are only pasture. In
winter, the snow-covered land can survive by accumulating food.
Since the orcs were driven here a long time ago, most of them live on animal
husbandry, but in the eyes of humans, this is actually a slightly strange
thing.
For example, the Niutou clan raises cattle and the shofar clan raises sheep.
The herdsmen are strangely similar to the livestock they raise. Occasionally
merchants or tourists who come here to trade will also ask curiously, do your
husbandry think these animals are of the same kind? Will you bear to kill it?
The answer is that they don't have any special feelings. Just like raising
chickens and dogs, some orcs are annoyed by questions, and they will ask, do
you humans think that you are the same kind of monkeys? The answer is of
course no.
Rather than saying that orcs are like animals, they are actually closer to
humans. Some scholars even say that humans are a branch of orcs. It's just
that this statement is rejected by many people, and historical studies have
also proved that in the era of the orc empire, there were indeed no human
tribes, and humans seemed to have evolved or degenerated from another
direction.
The snow-covered hills are nothing unusual from the north, but when you turn
to the south, you will see another scene.
The north face of the hill blocks the continuous cold wind and air currents,
while the south face is a basin about 10 football fields. The basin is
surrounded by fences, and large tents are tied to the backing part of the
basin. Occasionally, cooking smoke rises from the cylinder in the middle of
the tent. Outside the tent is a large fence, which is divided into several
pieces. In the middle are all closely packed sheep.
They report to the group to keep warm, use the thick fluff on their bodies to
resist the cold, and occasionally they can hear bleating sounds, just like a
large group of cotton, some cashmere is too thick, and even looks a little
yellow.
In winter, the daytime is extremely short. Although the sun is shining, it is
difficult to feel the warmth. As it falls to the horizon, the air becomes
colder.
A young girl was walking in the snow-covered wilderness, wearing a leather
jacket and a hood, her neckline and cuffs were tightly tied to prevent any
cold wind from entering, but only part of her cheeks and eye corners were
exposed to the air and blown by the wind. Like a knife cutting, the shoes made
a slight noise when they stepped on the snow, and then exposed the black soil
and grass below.
Sparse stars dotted the sky, and on the snow-filled ground, a trail meandered
to the distance.
Puff--
In front of the fence gate outside the basin, the girl shook the two copper
plates hanging on it, and hit each other, making waves of clear sounds.
Several dog barks began to come out in the dark, echoing each other, making
people wonder which direction it was.
"coming."
An old voice came from a small wooden house not far from the fence, and then
the wooden door opened, and an old man came over with a lamp. He had a goatee
and was a little thin.
"Is Niya back?"
"Yes, Grandpa Ketan, are you alone?"
As the fence door opened, the girl walked in and said hello.
"Yes, everyone went out during the day and got some food. They were all tired.
I'll be here tonight."
"Is the food still not enough?" Niya shook the snow on her body, and then
asked.
"Yes, in previous years there will be caravans from the south, but this year
westerly civil strife has cut many roads. If it doesn't work, you can only
kill sheep."
"But it's a pity that those sheep that produce wool are killed. It's too
extravagant to eat meat." Niya seemed to sigh.
They have a small population of shofar people, only a few thousand people, and
their strength is weak. The biggest income of the year comes from the trade of
wool and a small amount of goat milk. Killing sheep and selling meat is
actually not cost-effective. Because of the smell of mutton, human nobles are
rich. People don't like it, and civilians can't pay high prices, which is
embarrassing.
"Oh, everyone knows it, but there is no way. You can't let people starve to
death." The old man seemed to sigh.
"Everyone used to say that those human businessmen were greedy, but now we
can't live without them, it's really helpless."
"By the way, Niya, you go to the Hundred Races Competition, what happened
there?"
The result? Niya touched the scar on her body. She still has lingering fears.
If the axe light is stronger, I am afraid she will not be able to come back.
Seeing that Niya did not answer, the old man thought he was talking about her
sadness, so he comforted.
"It's okay, it's good to be able to come back alive, and everyone won't blame
you. After all, no one in our clan has been selected for nearly a hundred
years."
"I chose it."
"Okay, no...what, did you choose it?" The old man asked again in surprise.
"Well, yes. Although the process was a bit thrilling, I still chose it." Niya
nodded, a smile on her frozen red face.
"Okay, okay, okay." The old man's voice was trembling with
excitement~www.mtlnovel.com~Our clan finally had a student of Emenas. "
"Tomorrow, I will tell everyone. No, just tonight, I will tell you the good
news tonight."
After speaking, the gray-bearded old man took the claw-horn girl and walked
inside, through the clearing where hay and debris were piled, through the
corral full of sheep, and approached the group of tents.
"Everyone is up, our village, no, our family has a good life~"
The hand, rough as an old bark, held Niya's wrist tightly, with a dim and old
blue-purple on it, and her loud voice was like a gong in the dark, spreading
far and wide.
"Niya, Niya, she was selected, she can go to Emenas~~"
The excitement even had some crying at the end. Over the years, the regrets
and long-cherished wishes of many generations have finally come true today.
"what?"
"really?"
"Sister Niya is amazing!"
"What to sleep, get up and cook food, and congratulate our future heroes."
"That's it."
The originally silent tent group suddenly became lively, and the clansmen
rushed to tell each other. After hearing this, some old people cried, cried
and laughed. The young children didn’t know what it meant, but just followed
the adults to be happy, because of this. You can eat something delicious.
In the tall tent, Niya stood in the middle, with the hood on her head taken
off, revealing two small spiral horns, her immature face was a bit cute, and
the elders and the crowd gathered in the tent, looking one by one. She shook
her hand excitedly and said some blessings and congratulations.
A pair of eyes are full of hope and expectation. The hands are very rough and
callous, but they are particularly strong and heavy when they are held.