Chapter 146

Chapter 146: Wildfire Burning

Upon returning to the Teasil Mountain Range, Lolan Hill naturally received the letter sent by Pullman through the rabbit-eared tribe.

As the initiator of the West Wind Rebellion and one of the core members, he rightfully ascended to the leadership position. However, Clancia was not an old feudal state; they were trying to forge their own path.

Combining the knowledge provided by Lolan Hill, they began to establish their own governmental institutions. Most of these institutions adopted advanced modern ideals and combined them with the former administrative systems of the Mercury Dynasty, forming a new system.

The highest political institution of the nation was the Star Council, where the highest leader was called the Star Guide. Then, according to the needs of the country, various systems and institutions were established, such as education, military, agriculture, commerce, and so on.

The Star Guide was elected by the council and during their term, would nominate their own team to take up key positions, controlling the overall situation with them at the center.

Pullman’s letter naturally invited Lolan Hill, hoping she could come to Clancia.

Although she understood this was Pullman’s gratitude and sincere wish, Lolan Hill still did not want to go, at least not for now.

Firstly, because when Pullman spread those pieces of knowledge, although there was no picture of her, he had told many people her name. If she went, she would likely be worshipped like a saint.

But that feeling was not quite right; only the dead or non-existent were perfect. The living would inevitably make mistakes.

If she went to Clancia, too many people and events would be influenced by her. Even if she said something wrong or made a mistake, no one would dare to point it out, which would undoubtedly be a disaster, easily leading her astray. In the end, either her image would be shattered and attacked, or she would bear increasingly greater responsibilities.

So even if she were to go, it would not be now but after everything stabilized, so as not to interfere with their own ideas.

Thus, she wrote a long reply, telling Pullman her thoughts and politely declined the invitation of this student.

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Gufia Alliance, White Frost Grassland.

The cold wind howled, and the half-meter-high bamboo grass swayed in the wind. The thick, lush pasture grass spread like a vast emerald ocean across the entire landscape. Walking through it, one would occasionally use their hands to part the grass ahead. Some cattle and sheep appeared and disappeared among the tall grass.

Since the Thousand-Year-Old Fanged Empire’s collapse, this northern grassland gradually became the final refuge for the beastmen.

About forty tribes lived here, each being different branches of beastmen. Some were very powerful, with populations reaching several million.

Lips, some were extremely weak, with the smallest possibly only having a few hundred members, struggling at the edge of dispersal.

Not every tribe was so fortunate to meet a silver-haired girl who could save them; instead, many quietly vanished from this world. In fact, this was the norm of the world; countless races had perished since ancient times, naturally evolving and being淘汰ed without regard for personal will.

The bleak horn sounded in the wind, the white tassels of the信竹grass swaying gently like thousands of dandelions. A chestnut-haired young lady held a long staff, walking through the grass as tall as her chest, surrounded by a cacophony of various tribal beasts. Some cheered, some howled, and some beat drums like thunder.

The drumbeats echoed through the sky. Opposite the young lady stood a giant man over three meters tall, his face covered in beard and brownish-red hair, holding a greataxe as tall as himself horizontally with both hands.

The young lady wore gray clothes and a short skirt for easy movement. Behind her ears were two curved horns, like those of a sheep, guarding her head, while the giant’s temples were like the mane of a lion, full of strength and intimidation.

Seeing the ram-horned young lady approach, the giant roared, a fierce sound wave directly pressing down the surrounding grass, forcing the young lady to plant her staff on the ground to resist the powerful gusts that almost blew her away.

Blinded by the wind, she could only lower her head and shield herself with her arms, but the ground trembled beneath her feet. The massive greataxe swept across, cutting through the air with a huge arc and terrifying whistling.

Unable to run, the ram-horned girl fell to her knees,仰倒, the sharp greataxe passing just above her face, slicing off part of her staff like cutting small firewood. Her chestnut hair was also cut, narrowly avoiding a fatal blow.

After the greataxe swept past, she quickly moved again, still clutching the remaining half of her staff.

As flames spread along the staff, her dark brown pupils seemed to flicker with fire. She swung the staff, flames spreading like an arc, igniting the grass and advancing like a wall of fire.

At the same time, many flames, like snakes, twisted and flew through the air, shooting towards the giant.

The lion-like giant swung his greataxe, strong winds instantly extinguishing the fire snakes before him. Then, he swung the axe in a circular path, like a full moon, cutting all the grass around him. With a loud roar, a violent air wave scattered the grass around him, making it fly everywhere.

The advancing flames faced with the cleared firebreak struggled to move forward.

Taking advantage of the moment when the flames temporarily separated them, the ram-horned girl swiftly waved her staff, the fiercely burning flames trailing behind as she swung it through the air in an arc.

Another circle of flames rolled across the Earth like wheels, sweeping up the grass and continuously burning and spreading.

The burly man, seeing this, immediately summoned his greataxe. Bright light appeared on the blade’s surface. As he slashed through the air with the axe, a beam of light sliced through the atmosphere, rapidly flying towards the front.

When the goat-horned girl saw the gleaming greataxe, she had no time to think before the swift beam of light was already upon her, cold, sharp, and extremely dangerous.

Her staff shattered, blood spattered through the air, a long gash from her right shoulder down to her left side, causing excruciating pain and a profuse flow of blood, leaving her with a weak, trembling body that could not stand.

The goat-horned girl let out a pained scream, her fingers clawing at the ground, grabbing at broken soil and withered roots.

Ignoring her injuries, she struggled to quickly prop herself up, one eye unable to open due to the pain, while the other scanned nervously at the rapidly approaching massive figure ahead. In the firelight, accompanied by the heavy footsteps, the enormous body wielding the greataxe seemed to block out the sky, rushing straight towards her.

“Gather Flame!”

Facing forward, she extended her only usable arm, and the scattered flames on the ground surged toward her opponent. On the three-hundred-meter-wide battlefield, the burning circles scattered throughout began converging towards the center target, rising like a volcanic eruption.

The crimson transparent flames brought suffocating heat, constantly entwining around the burly man with lion-like hair. With each breath, he inhaled flames, feeling both internal and external scorching. He roared furiously, waves of flame scattering everywhere, but still unable to break free from this intangible burning prison.

The flames rose and swept, ultimately bringing down the large and powerful body with a thud, leaving only a charred black mark. The surrounding beasts cheered loudly, seemingly in applause or celebration, paying no heed to their fallen comrade, as if it were a common occurrence.

Those familiar with their customs found nothing strange about this, for these were the beasts of the ancient Feiya grasslands, who were arrogant and fearless, loved battle, despised weakness, and feared no death.

The goat-horned girl sat quietly on the grass, watching the lifeless, charred body ahead, surrounded by the cheers of other beasts. For some reason, she felt a chill and sorrow in her heart.

At this moment, an esteemed shaman walked into the center of the field, raising his wooden staff amidst the cheers and declared:

“Goat-horned Nia of the tribe, victory! And she will gain the qualification to go to Emanas!”

Thank you to 灬皮一下, GaryCao97, 名剑清贫, C.C, L.L, 鬼姬, 童古何人?! and the six others for your support~

(End of Chapter)