Before the birth of human civilization, human beings went through a long tribal life.

Twenty thousand years ago, the tribal war reached its peak, and the large and small tribes fought each other all year round, and finally, the Shawa tribe in the corner of the earth won the regional war.

After the humans of the Shawa tribe drove out the other tribes, they began the path of civilization of the tribe.

At this time, the human race had already possessed its own writing and language, and an old man with a wooden stick said to the tribesmen: "Children, as the elders of the tribe, I propose to elect a tribal king in order to stabilize our current territory!"

At this time, the Shawa people were still poorly clothed, and everyone hung two large leaves in the most private parts, even pants. The old man had a long beard, and there were weeds on his head that had just woken up from sleep and had not shaken off.

Everyone listened to the old man's words, and everyone began to discuss with each other.

After the night, when the sun rose the next day. A young man named Onda stepped forward.

"I'm young and strong, enough to lead everyone to be the strongest in the tribe, everyone choose me to be the king!" said Onda confidently.

Everyone looked at the young man, and after the young man had finished speaking, everyone began to talk again. At this moment, another young man stood up, and his name was Angbulda.

"If he can do it, I can do it! Everyone elect me!" Angbuda glanced at Angda defiantly, and Angda looked at Angbuda with hateful eyes, ready to overthrow this provocateur at any time.

"You two are too self-conscious! I, Ondada, am the king of the tribe, what are you two capable of!" the young man named Ondada jumped out of the crowd.

The three young men looked at each other, their eyes were full of fighting spirit, they were willing to fight to the death for the position of king!

Everyone didn't know how to decide on their leader, and just as everyone was hesitating, another young man came out of the crowd, his name was Ondabuda. The young men all had similar names, but they were not born to the same mother. Their father was a senior member of the tribe, but even their mother couldn't figure out who their father was. This is due to the rules of courtship, the strong are worthy of having women, and women are the spoils of the strong.

Ondabuda said to everyone: "I want to be the king of Ondabuda!"

Seeing such a stalemate between the kings, the old man with a pile of weeds on his head stood up.

The old man smiled and glanced at each of the young people, and he said, "It's all good!" After speaking, he hesitated.

At this time, the scene was noisy, and everyone cheered for the king in their hearts.

The old man said in a loud voice, "Everyone, be quiet! Have you seen that stone on the Daga Mountain in the distance?"

Everyone invariably turned their eyes to the Daga Mountain in the distance, on the Daga Mountain, a stubborn stone emitted a dazzling white light under the sun's illumination, flashing and flashing.

The old man laughed again.

"Let's move that stone down the mountain, and let the four young people lift the stone to win, and the winner will be the king of our Shawa tribe, how about it?"

Everyone agreed to the old man's proposal.

At the call of the old man, the Shawa people spent four sunrises and sunsets to move the stone down the mountain.

The battle for the king's position unfolded on a dark night. They lit a bonfire by drilling wood to make a fire, and when the bonfire burned, the night was brightly lit. The Shawats sat around the campfire, and four young men vying for the throne of the king rubbed their hands in the middle of the fire.

The old man came to the crowd, and after looking around his people, he said in a loud voice: "Clansmen, shout! The battle of the kings is about to begin!"

The clansmen began to dance around the bonfire, which was used to celebrate their victory. After a hot dance, the old man asked, "Who will come first?" and the people sat around the campfire, watching what happened next.

Onda confidently came to the front and said, "I'm coming!"

Before he could finish speaking, Onda had come to the stone, and he shouted, and the stone was lifted above his head by the thick arms. Everyone cheered, and some even shouted "King".

Onda slammed the stone to the ground and stood aside.

Angbuda walked up to the stone, warmed up, and with the same shout, fainted, but the stone did not move at all. Onda walked over and lifted Angbuda up and threw him in the crowd.

"Come on!" Onda ordered.

Unconvinced, Ondada came to the stone, bent down and lifted the stone up, and after a bared grin, Ondada said, "I admit defeat!" and returned to the pile of people with his head down.

Onda asked contemptuously at Ondabuda: "Ondabuda, do you want to admit defeat?"

Ondabuda stepped forward and pushed Onda aside, walked over, and lifted the stone easily with both hands. Onda looked at it and stood quietly aside.

The crowd shouted the name of Ondabuda, and a crowd surrounded Ondabuda, surrounding him and chanting "Great King".

Ondabuda said to everyone: "I thought about it, the position of the king is still for Onda, I am not suitable to be the king, because I don't have Onda's domineering!"

Everyone looked at Onda Buda in puzzlement, and Onda Buda smiled and said: "Onda is our king! Long live the king!"

In an instant, everyone began to cheer again, raising Onda to celebrate the birth of the king.

"Oh no, my lord!"

While everyone was celebrating happily, a young man in charge of keeping a guard ran to the campfire.

Onda asked as the king, "What's wrong?"

The crowd gathered around with concern.

The young man panted and said, "A group of people are coming!"

When Onda heard this, he ordered: "All the men take up sticks and follow me!"

The men picked up their sticks and ran after Onda into the dark night.

The old man knelt on the ground, folded his hands, and prayed to the sky: God, bless my children with great victories, bless our tribe. The women all knelt down with the old man and prayed for their man.

The invading tribes were the people who originally lived here. They were ready to take advantage of the night to take advantage of the lost territory, and who would have thought that the people of the Shawar would be celebrating another victory on this night.

Onda rushed into the night with his men.

After a tug-of-war with wooden sticks, the men of Onda won by more than they could.

"King, three of us died!"

Onda's face was covered with blood, and it was the blood of the enemy. Onda ordered: "Carry our man, go back!"

In order not to make the women who stayed behind sad, in the vast night, Onda and his men quietly buried the dead people at the foot of Daga Mountain.

Listen, they're back!

The women and the old man ran over happily to greet the heroic man of his clan.

The old man fell to his knees again and said to the sky: "Thank God for the blessing of my children!"

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