"The hunting party is back!" Atrius felt that this was the only human word he had ever heard in his ears, not because of an individual, of course, but because of the group that symbolized "glory".

"Click!" Forcefully breaking the spear in his hand into two pieces, Atrius lowered his head and said "too light" to the stunned old man, and then walked towards the outside of the village, today is not a good day, the wind and snow under the Giant God Peak with a unique earthy smell slashed at the person's head, the smell made Atridus disgusted, not because it was too uncomfortable, but because he wanted to fight

The warriors of the Lakol tribe who returned from hell rode beasts larger than their size and received the enthusiastic praise of their elders and the envious eyes of their juniors, for whom this will always be a record of praise and legend worthy of praise, even if they die in it, it is not a shame. Because there are many more who are not even qualified to be selected

"Sooner or later, I'll go in too, and that day may be now," suddenly sounded the voice of another young man, still immature, his companion Pyras, a warrior from a samurai family destined for extraordinary potential

"I will too..."This whisper was heard by everyone close to him, but it was not even qualified to be teased, and a person who didn't even dare to say his dreams out loud could not be called a "warrior" at all

The expression on "Sha's" face remained the same but his ankles had turned, he naturally had a heart that did not admit defeat and a shining heroic dream, but it wasn't until these warriors who had really returned from training came back that Atrius realized how big the distance between them was, he was worthless without blood, even if he could get up again after falling, it was useless, because the only thing symbolized after falling on the battlefield was the end, even if it was a beast, it was impossible to give the loser a chance to turn over, It was precisely because he realized this that he could not waste time looking up at the light of others, and he had to go back to continue his desperate training

"Leona!" The sudden shout made him turn his head in a hurry, for Leona's safety was something he had never thought about, for it would have been an insult to let her know that someone was hiding in the village to pray for her, but now Atrice, he looked back, for he wondered how far the girl who had the same dream as himself had grown

"It's great that you're alive" -- this feeling didn't even come to Artris's mind, because he never thought of it every time his father returned

The harsh environment did not leave too much torture on the girl's skin, on the contrary, it made her appear more mature, and the body covered by only fur already had obvious curves, and the broken spear and rusty shield in her hand proved her courage and fearlessness, and the girl had become a girl

“…？” However, Atrius instinctively noticed that something was wrong, and years of intimacy allowed him to quickly grasp any detail of his childhood sweetheart, Leona was neither proud nor proud when receiving praise, but on the contrary, she made Atris feel a sad breath rushing towards him, why? Could it be that you feel inferior because you didn't die on the battlefield? No! A warrior must come back alive to receive the glory in order to be counted as a meritorious achievement!

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"Boy! Don't die in a place like this! I'm going to take you back to your parents! Suddenly there was a loud shout in his ears, and Atridis hurried back to his feet at the roar of the elderly instructor

"Tsk—" came out of his mouth with a cry from the wound, and it wasn't until he saw the blood that Atrites remembered where he was

"Today's training, you are like this, you can't do anything just by working hard," the old instructor shook his head with a slight sigh with bloody flesh in his mouth, "The first person to fall will be killed directly, nature will not give the loser a chance to live"

"I know... But I'm still alive," Atridus picked up the broken spear again, his eyes still flashing with the never-ending beating fire, "If you live, you can succeed!" ”

"That's a lie that the fragile people use to comfort themselves," the instructor said with some disappointment, "Atris, even if your talent is not very good, I still think that you will be the most likely to succeed in my group, but only if you don't think about surviving"

"Nope! If I survive, it proves that my battlefield is not here! It proves that my life will be killed in a more cruel place than this! Atreus roared in anger and challenged the desperate situation in front of him, and the beasts around him howled loudly as if in response, "That symbolizes my future path!" I will be able to pave the path of the warriors with the blood of my enemies! ”

"This is the warrior of the Rakore!" The instructor never thought that his old body could burst out again because of two or three sentences, which was much more than those words of "victory" and "fight to the death" "Atrice! Keep it up! Your life will die on a more glorious battlefield! ”

"For Rakol!" The next moment the boy pounced on this cruel arena like a chariot, the opponent will never surrender, and his surrender will symbolize the loss of life, and this can only be regarded as "training", the taste of these blood is not even stronger than the wine, he can't die in this place that is not even a battlefield, yes, he wants to kill not a beast, but an enemy!

“！” Leona woke up from her daze, and the light and noise didn't start to fill her until a moment later, yes, she was drunk just now

"Oh! Our warriors have woken up again! The people around her greeted her loudly, who barely got up from under the table, and said, "Are you still going to drink it?" ”

"No... Thank you" Leona waved her hand kindly to indicate that she couldn't drink anymore, if she had to say anything, she just wanted to go back to take a shower and enjoy the rare sleep time in bed, more than four years of hunting made her want to collapse to the ground and cry bitterly as soon as she felt the breath of her homeland, she was not suitable for war after all

"Ha--" After leaving the tavern, she couldn't wait to take a breath from the group, which made her understand that she had indeed returned at this time, and the dust outside would be temporarily insulated from her, and she didn't need to be careful about her own safety and that of her companions, and the price for her to enjoy this moment was really heavy, only three of the twenty young warriors came back alive, and the remaining three had already been stained with blood, and Leona felt that this was not something she should pursue

"Training is back?"

"Well, there's a guy who died, call his parents over" Leona, who was breathing in the fresh air, suddenly heard such an exchange on the other side of the street, and then before she could turn her head, the bruised procession had already walked past her, returning from the same road, entering through the same gate, and at the same time one of the "companions" had died, but everyone had taken this lightly brushed off, and of course there was no problem for Leona in the past, But now that she's the one being celebrated, she suddenly realizes how unfair it is

(No...) Leona shook her head slightly, but the shake made her miss out on someone

"......" Atridus, who fell in the back row of the line, did not squint at all, did not care who was beside him or in front of him, his body was covered with scars, but it only made people laugh, because he shed the blood of a warrior in a place that was not a battlefield, it was not glory but shame

At night

"Is the Sun Cult going to start selecting people again?" Atridis sat next to the stone house and looked up at the flickering point of light on the top of the mountain, he naturally knew what it meant, the return of the hunting party would show that the warriors had been born, and there would be several more members who could be selected for the Sun Warrior Order

"At least this year I'm going in," Atrius said with unwavering conviction, the war of the Rakor people would never end, and their return would symbolize that someone was leaving, and that a new hunt would begin after the hunt was over, and that the journey would only stop after death

Someone suddenly tapped him on the shoulder from behind "Atris", and he subconsciously planned to reach out and flip it to the ground, and those training were already deep in his mind

"Leona?" However, it wasn't until he actually threw the man behind him to the ground that Atris remembered who the voice belonged to

"Well, did you go to training again today" Leona stood up as if nothing had happened, as soon as Atrius let go of her hand, which was much more comfortable for her than falling directly into a pile of hard rock from a cliff face hundreds of meters

"Well, yes" The two didn't feel much when they met, and Atrius understood that the childhood friend in front of him was already a warrior who had gone through trials, and Leona understood this even better than him, but she had a little more discordant

"Soon this year's hunting team will also start to select talents, has Atridus made any contributions in the past few years" Leona smiled slightly and hooked her lips, her beauty has already matured over the years

"The Sun Cult is about to choose someone, Leona, you have another chance" Atridus laughed as well, both of them excited about the other's business

"Want to go?" Both of them asked at the same time, and then they were both stunned for a moment

"That's nature," Atrice, after a brief moment of surprise, came back to his senses... But I'm not qualified right now, I'll be out on patrol with the instructor and other classmates in a few days, and I hope this will be an opportunity to show myself."

“… Just be the same as before, right? Leona thought for a moment and then stretched out her hand, "Come, I'm going to provoke you this time, just throw me to the ground like you did just now."

"I don't want to die," Atrice, staring at Leona, "I'm going to die if I hunt now, I don't need this glory"

(Because I will return with blood, and I will glorify with the blood of the enemies of the Rakol), Atreus thought to himself, that his journey could not fall to the beasts, and that he wanted not hunting, but war

"Is this so...", Leona did not feel sorry for her "cowardly" friend at all, on the contrary, she actually had a faint sense of security in her heart, yes, the people should not have given up their lives because of this, this qiē is not right, she is so lucky to have met a close friend like her

"Leona, come on, come on, climb farther mountain" Atrius stood up and walked out into the night, still needing to regain his spear and bronze shield to fight for death farther away

"Well, I'll do my best" Leona had also looked up at the glimmer of light on the mountain, she knew that the "sun" would accept everyone, and give people hope like the dawn, she did not desire to use that light to quell the war, but if it could help her now ignorant thoughts, she would like to try

-- Because... It's a dream you and I chase together, right? Atridus?