She Is Not a Witch

Chapter 500: Fire like a song

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The north wind howls, and the fire is like a dragon.

In the grassland under the night sky, teams of various animals and monsters rushed across the ground. They held torches, thousands of them, gathered from all directions, and the number was nearly 1 million.

The iron hoofs trampled, the earth trembled, the dust flew, and the passion in his chest burst like flames, galloping across the field.

They shouted loudly, chanting the ancient song that has been passed down for thousands of years, to welcome the great moment of this millennium together.

Lorraine Hill stood on the high platform in the center, with the upper floors on both sides. She was wearing a long-sleeved robe and looked down, her hair and cuffs fluttering and swaying in the night wind.

In the wilderness below, the sound of mountains and tsunamis came from all directions, as if the atmosphere and wind also brought the breath of flames, scorching and shocking.

The torches held high on the ground stretched from the ground beneath their feet to the distance until they filled every inch of darkness in the field of vision. As far as the eye could see, there were flames and silhouettes. The scattered sparks rose from the wilderness and burned. The smell of fireworks is also filled with the wind, making those who are in it feel slightly suffocated, as if they are in an endless world of flames.

The air burned and swayed slightly, the dazzling firelight left afterimages on the retina, the ancient flame sacrifices were sung in unison from the shaman's mouth, and its desolate and distant voice spread to the endless distance.

The girl who had been traveling on the grassland for several months thought she had understood these orcs, whether it was the past history or the current situation. But today she seems to have seen a brand new, different, heroic and fiery race.

She was also touched by a staff member from Crancia. They wore the same white and blue robes as Roland Hill. They stood together on the central high platform and witnessed this great and shocking scene. , as if from this surging scene, there is a glimpse of the afterglow of the former overlord Crazy Tooth Empire, a mighty empire with a land and sea and a population of more than five billion.

In the bright firelight, the leader of the orcs headed by the great shaman Unur turned around and spoke to Crancia.

"Then, let's announce the start of the conference at this moment, Her Royal Highness Elani, Princess of Fire."

Roland Hill nodded and led the people behind him to the front desk, appearing in the eyes of the million orcs below.

"The Singer of the Scarlet."

"Elani!"

"Great Fire!"

The boiling shouts swept through like a huge wave, making everyone on the stage slightly deaf, and even if they opened their mouths, they could not make any sound, because the moment they opened their mouths, they would be drowned in the monstrous sound.

These mountain and wave-like shouts went from chaotic at the beginning, to gradual regularity, and finally to uniformity. They shouted in unison, shouting the chapters from the "Poem of Fire".

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"Crimson fire, Xiaguang comes to the world."

"She stepped out of the flames, holding seven-colored spikes in one hand and a white flute in the other."

"The king of the ancients fell asleep, and the sun set and rose three times."

"Since then, all the arrow wounds and scars on the body have healed."

...

Although this silver-haired girl is not Alani, it does not prevent these orcs from linking it with legends, as if to confirm a sacred ceremony, and as if to place a deep-buried prayer in their hearts.

I hope that the fate of the orcs is like that of the king of the wild, Kedaren, after three sunsets and rising again, rise and revive again.

In the face of this boiling and mighty sound, everyone on the stage could not stop it.

After a long time, when the sound in the arena weakened a little, Unur raised his wooden staff and temporarily stopped the incessant cries.

"today!"

"We will be here"

"Have a fire meeting with friends from afar"

"Determine the future of our orcs!"

After he finished speaking, he took the torch on the side and lit the huge copper basin in front with Roland Hill. The flame spread along the kerosene in the copper basin, and the giant fire column more than ten meters thick was lit on the high platform.

At the same time, the long rope connected by the fire column has long been smeared with kerosene, and the flame spreads to the high platforms in the venue along with the eight ropes, spreading in all directions like spider web veins.

One after another high platform was lit, and hundreds of giant fire pillars rose on the ground, reflecting the night sky for dozens of miles into a magnificent red.

The flame meeting officially begins.

The first is the performances of various ethnic groups. At the suggestion of Roland Hill, the original chaotic big and small arenas were replaced by singing and dancing performances. After that, there were wrestling and fighting that were not allowed to hurt people's lives. Finally, it was the focus of this conference. Fire duel.

This time, after the competition among the orcs, the top seven will be determined, and they will participate in the duel with Crancia.

In order to be fair and prevent the intensity from expanding, the people in this duel are limited to those under 30 years old, and the future will be decided by the younger generation.

A vigorous and strong orc stood out from the competition. Some of them are strong, some are cunning, some are sensitive, and some are wise. They stood on the final arena and received the cheers and celebrations of their clan.

And the showdown has come to the last moment.

"Let's cheer and celebrate these seven great and young warriors who will be involved in the final showdown."

"Snow Leopard Clan, 'Liu Ying Flash' chaotic blade."

"The Giant Elephant Clan, the refurbishment of the 'No Frontier Mountain'."

"Linglu clan, 'Arrow through the Wild' Tessie."

"Lionmane, 'Saber-Toothed Lion' Leiden."

"Rhinoceros, 'Greystone Shield' Baker."

"Grey wolves, 'Shadow of Black Snow' Chiron."

"White Bear Clan, 'Ice Tear' strangling."

Seven people took to the high platform with various weapons. They were tall or short, fat or thin. They all accepted the blessings bestowed by the shaman, healed their wounds, recovered their physical strength, and welcomed the final confrontation.

Roland Hill stood by and watched the scene, and one of the contestants came over after receiving the shaman's blessing. He leaned over in front of the girl and saluted.

"It's you, Leighton."

Looking at this lion's mane orc who was a head taller than himself even when he leaned over, Roland Hill recalled his experience on the grasslands, the orc who had been by his side and assisted for a period of time.

At that time, Niya was injured, and they rested for a while in the Lion's Mane Clan, and the shaman at that time asked himself to bring the Lion's Mane young man. Unexpectedly, two years later, this guy has grown up quickly.

"Yes, teacher... No, Your Highness Elani." The lion mane orc still respected the girl very much. After all, Roland Hill taught a lot of knowledge about the practice of transcendental sequences at that time, and also for her It pointed out many previous loopholes, and also helped myself plan the future direction.

Those short two months can be said to be the most fulfilling time for him in the past few years, and he still often takes out the notes from that time and constantly recalls it.

Unexpectedly, when we meet again, this young teacher is already a celebrity resounding throughout the grassland, and now he is going to step into the duel arena again...

Seeing the hesitation in Leiden's heart, Loren Hill said directly.

"Don't be impatient, you just do your best, and I won't blame you for it. If you deliberately keep your hands or hesitate, I will be disappointed in you."

"Since stepping into the ring and pinning everyone's hopes and expectations, we can't live up to this sustenance and belief."

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"Do your best, Leighton."

"is teacher."

After listening, Leiden clasped his fists and bowed deeply, then walked off the high platform and walked towards the flaming dueling arena step by step.