The Gufia Grassland is extremely vast, and there are many orc tribes scattered throughout it. In the thousands of years after the fall of the Crazy Fang Empire, the only thing that can still connect these orcs of different races and appearances is shamans and beliefs.
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Shamans were the intellectuals of the orc empire in ancient times. They were proficient in writing and herbal medicine. Most of them were extraordinary. They could also specialize in some traditional rituals of the orc tribe, and their status was also very high.
Niya took Lorraine Hill to first find the Dog-Ear tribe on the edge of the grassland. This tribe had more contact with humans and lived close to West Wind, which is today's Crancia.
After returning to the grassland, Niya took off the hat she often wore, revealing the curved horns behind her ears. The light brown horns paired with chestnut shoulder-length fluffy short hair looked a bit cute.
Niya approached an orc from the Dog-Ear Tribe, first spread her hands, bowed her head slightly and saluted, and then said: "Hello, I want to meet the shaman from this tribe."
"You want to see our shaman?" The dog-eared tribesman wearing a leather robe was relatively young, probably in his 20s, and looked at the ram-horned girl in confusion.
"Yes, my friend and I are both students of Emenas." After saying that, Niya pointed to the badge on the button of her cloak.
"I don't know this either, please wait here for a moment." The young man looked at Weizhang and his attitude improved a lot. No matter where he is, students from Emenas are still highly valued.
Seeing the young man go back to ask for instructions, Niya breathed a sigh of relief.
"Are you still a little nervous?" Lorraine Hill's voice came from behind, and then he walked forward and stood next to Niya.
"It's still a little...but it's much better than when I first came to Emenas." Niya recalled.
"At that time, I didn't dare to say much because I came from a very remote place. I had never heard of many of the things everyone said, and my grades were very poor, so I felt very inferior."
"Not long after I came to school, I joined a small club among orcs to keep warm, and things got better later on."
"Niya." Lorraine Hill shook the girl's hand and comforted her silently.
"But I'm still very grateful to Lorraine for helping me with tutoring, which improved my grades and made me a little more confident." Niya smiled and signaled Lorraine Hill not to worry.
At this time, there was a sound of copper bells, and an old man wearing a leather jacket and a long blue and yellow patterned scarf came over, followed by two strong Dog-Ear clan guards. The two guards were carrying big axes.
, the muscles are exposed, and there are metal armors at key points.
"Hello, young boy, the new student Wanjiao, what do you want to see me for?"
The old man held a dead wooden staff in one hand and turned a copper bell engraved with scriptures in the other hand. His face was full of wrinkles, his eyes were slightly narrowed, and he asked.
"My friends and I want to go to the wilderness area on the west side of the grassland to fight against monsters. We will pass through many other tribes on the way, so we need you to give us a passing flag." Niya said her request, but she felt a little uneasy.
This was her first contact with a foreign shaman.
The old man looked at the two girls in front of him, his eyes wandering, and the copper bell in his hand continued to rotate. After a long time, he answered.
"Yes, but leave a message and promise not to interfere in the affairs of other tribes." Mobile version: https://
"Okay, we can commit."
Non-interference in the affairs of other countries and organizations was something repeatedly emphasized in the Emenas student handbook. Niya had no other ideas and naturally agreed without hesitation.
"Okay." The shaman nodded, and then asked a guard to call the tribesmen and take out a gray flag.
After showing the flag to Niya, the old shaman continued: "Do you need anything else?"
"We still need four good horses."
After that, the shaman asked people to bring in four more horses. After Niya checked it, she wrote her own borrowing record and the tribe she belonged to on the sheepskin roll. Then she applied ink pad on one of her sheep's horns and wrapped it in the sheepskin roll.
This small part of the horn is stamped with threads.
The shaman looked at the words on the parchment, nodded, then accepted it and asked Niya to take away the flags and horses.
After placing their salutes on the horses and tying them up, Niya and Luolan rode forward on the grassland.
Unlike other places, there are no obvious roads on the grassland, and there are patches of green under the vast sky.
On the way, Niya explained to Lorraine what had just happened.
"Tribes on the grassland often have disputes, and sometimes two tribes even go to war with each other. If we don't carry that gray-feathered flag, we may be attacked as spies and spies by one party."
"Although the probability of encountering one is low, you still have to be careful."
"Wouldn't it be unsafe for caravans or travelers on the grassland?" Lorraine Hill asked curiously.
"There will be some danger, but most caravans have familiar routes. The tribes along the road are long-term partners and will provide corresponding protection to the caravan, so that the caravan will visit next time." Niya explained.
"Because there is very little food on the grasslands, caravans from the south can be said to be a lifeline."
Hearing this, Lorraine Hill also became interested. "What do you usually eat? Is it meat."
"This is actually a misunderstanding." Niya smiled, and then said a little bitterly.
"Actually, for herdsmen, they don't eat much meat. Their staple foods are cheese, fried rice, bread and the like, and they mostly drink milk and salt tea."
"Salt and tea are needed by every tribe on the grassland. Every caravan from the south will carry these things." Niya described her daily life.
"Many outsiders think that if herdsmen raise a lot of cattle and sheep, they will eat meat. In fact, this is not the case."
"Eating meat is actually very luxurious. Sometimes a large amount of meat also represents disaster, because it means that livestock die in large numbers from freezing, attacks, and plagues."
"Generally, out of 10 cubs, only one will survive until adulthood."
"There are always various accidents, attacks by monsters, low temperatures, shortage of pasture, diseases, disabilities, etc."
"Life is very fragile, not just livestock, but also the orcs on the grassland. Those who can live over 50 years old are estimated to be rare."
Looking at the galloping horses in the distance, Niya sighed. She was not as talkative as she used to be at school. After returning to her hometown, she seemed to relax a lot.
"Our Yangjiao tribe is said to have been a large tribe thousands of years ago, but now there are only a few thousand people left."
"It's actually a fluke that I got the qualification to enter Emenas." She shook her head, waved the reins in the wind, and then drove the red horse underneath her to run freely on the grassland.
Lorraine Hill also crossed his legs and asked the white horse under him to follow. Behind him were the other two horses carrying the luggage.
After a while, Niya slowly slowed down her horse speed.
"Sorry, I was feeling a little unstable just now."
"It's nothing, do you feel a lot of pressure?" Lorraine Hill looked at Nia and asked speculatively.
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