Elvia is the largest wilderness in the entire West, the land is too hard to dig, and the occasional mudslide that falls from the mountains leaves this large area of land with only a few dwarf plants, far from the sea, and there are no tribes to exchange resources with. The Elvians have known since ancient times that all the resources that can be found in this wasteland, except for the hunters who come once every two or three months, are the prey that they don't know what to live on.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" said an old man with a long beard, standing on a large rock, to the hunters dressed in various clothes below, "this is my fifth year as the captain of the tribal hunters. As he spoke, he coughed twice, and an old woman with white hair next to him grabbed him and patted him on the back.

"I've led this tribe long enough, and thanks to the help of all of you, our tribe has been ...... for the past five years. Hardly anything big happens. As he spoke, the old man's voice suddenly trembled, and his gaze seemed to become deeper. He paused for a moment and continued, "I've decided to give up my position as the captain of the tribe!"

After speaking, he looked at the crowd of black pressure below, quietly watching their surprised silence. His half-white hair and all-white beard fluttered in the wind, as if he was thinking about something, and as if he had aged a few years in an instant.

The audience was silent.

They stared blankly at the old man on the Chief's Rock.

"Voluntarily give up the position of chief? old Morgan, there has never been such a precedent before!" An old hunter at the bottom, who was also an old man, was the first to ask.

As a close friend of Morgan's, he knew that once people had to fight for the position of captain, not only did they have to compete to hunt all kinds of prey, but if necessary, they had to kill each other!

The old hunter who spoke was one of those who had been eliminated.

He knew that Morgan had worked hard for five years, and they had grown from a nomadic hunter of a few dozen to a village of nearly a thousand.

The old man had a high prestige in the tribe, and there was immediately a whispering sound from below.

Speaking of which, people also invariably remembered one thing: there is only one candidate for the new captain. This is also a tacit thing for everyone, the son of the old captain, who disappeared unexpectedly during a hunt a few years ago, has not been heard from, and now everyone calls the captain, his best brother, Kediwen.

The people in the tribe have already tacitly agreed in their hearts that Cadiwen is the captain, and the existence of Old Man Morgan is only mental. After all, the main meaning of a hunter's life is hunting.

In this way, it seems that there is nothing wrong with letting Xian go home as soon as possible to retire.

"Okay, don't make any noise. The old man said softly, and took off a bone bracelet from his hand. The clansmen stared at the bone chain with wide eyes. He is the holy relic used by the captain of the clan during the handover. This bone chain is said to have been made by hunter ancestors in ancient times from a special tiger bone.

"Come on, Kedivan. Old Man Morgan looked kindly at a middle-aged man below and motioned for him to climb the Chieftain. I have to say that it always feels unsafe to carry out the captain succession ceremony at this time close to the hunter assessment.

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, but he still walked forward quickly, knelt on his knees, and worshiped the bone chains, their hunting spirits. Old man Morgan quickly handed over the bone chain, and his expression seemed to be much more relaxed. Then he said a lot of things in the tribal language, and the tribesmen all closed their eyes and bowed their heads, and put their index and middle fingers on their foreheads.

"Ringa and Christina's teacher, Kedivan, would you like to be the captain of this hunting tribe and lead the tribe to be fed and clothed until you die?" said Old Man Morgan, as he read a wedding vow.

It is also an oath, the highest respect for a hunter.

Then Kediwen recited a tribal phrase - he had already prepared.

The old man looked at Kediwen with relief, wondering whether he remembered his child or forgot......

......

"Tinna, have you heard? Your father is now the captain of the all-fallen!not just our captain!" Lin Ya held his short sword horizontally, blocking a sword that flew from Christina's front.

"yes. Christina replied, her hands could not stop, and with a few swords, she forced the absent-minded Lin Ya back to the corner of the low wall, and finally raised her sword in her left hand and made a gesture to attack Lin Ya's chest.

Lin Ya saw that the situation was not good, and immediately put away his sword to block. Christina suddenly sped up her sword speed and raised her sword upwards.

"It's a false move!" Lin Ya was shocked, but he didn't have time to react. The sword gradually enlarged in his pupils, pointing straight at the tip of his eyebrows!

Collect the sword.

Lin Ya broke out in a cold sweat. It's a killer move!

"It's time for the assessment, be cautious. Christina tucked the sword away in a scabbard made of pearl skin, which Cadilvan had given her in exchange for at the Grand Gathering last month. This scabbard made of leather is durable and can be used for many years.

The fish skin also stirred up Christina's expectations for the sea.

"Okay, okay!" Lin Ya smiled awkwardly, he really should be serious: "Originally, my swordsmanship was not as good as yours." ”

Looking at the grinning Lin Ya, Christina sighed, "Those monsters don't care about your life. ”

"Hey, Lin Ya—" A call came from a grass hut not far away. Lin Ya heard that it was Uncle Gru, the village leatherman.

When he returned from the hunt that day, Captain Kediwen said that he would give the panther skin to Lin Ya to make leather armor. Ringa cared more about the panther's skull than leather armor. For some reason, Lin Ya felt that the skull resonated with something in Lin Ya's body, and he wanted that skull to be made into a bone knife or something.

"It's coming!" Ringa threw the knife and ran quickly to get his leather armor, leaving Christina sighing and shaking her head.

Uncle Gru, who had only moved into the tribe a few years earlier, had come with the parade hunters, and he was a skilled leather craftsman. It's not that the people of the Elvia don't know how to make leather armor, but they have never had anyone who can live without hunting. Eventually, Uncle Gru was recognized by the hunters of the tribe for his skill, and they were willing to listen to Uncle Gru's stories from beyond the desert.

"Kobayashi. Uncle Gru looked at him kindly, and since he had come to the Elvia Wasteland, the clean young man had always come to ask for stories from beyond the wasteland. He was also very fond of this bright young man. "Your leather armor is ready. ”

As he spoke, Uncle Gru handed the black leather armor to Lin Ya: "This skin is a bit big, I made a helmet out of the leftovers." Seeing Ringa putting leather armor on his body, Uncle Gru turned around and went to get his helmet from his messy work tent.

At this moment, an old man in a gray cloth dress walked slowly from a distance, and an old lady next to him was also old and supported him—he was Morgan, the retired old captain.

Lin Ya had just put the animal skin on his body, and he happened to see the old man Morgan walking slowly, and he greeted him from a distance: "Grandpa Morgan!"

Morgan heard Ringa's shout and sped up slightly.

"Eh, Xiaolin, you're pretty handsome!" the old man changed his seriousness at the meeting, and patted Lin Ya's shoulder with a smile.

At this time, Gru also happened to come out of the shop, holding the helmet made of the leopard's head.

"Uncle Morgan, you're here. ”

Morgan smiled and nodded to Gru: "Your skills are really getting more and more proficient. As he spoke, he looked at the helmet in Morgan's hand. A chill suddenly came from his back, as an old hunter for decades, his hands and feet will be old, his thinking will be old, but his senses are becoming clearer and clearer.

This leopard head gave him an ominous feeling, which seemed to have been produced more than ten years ago, only to become clear in this moment.

"Gru ......"