Last night, under the full moon and the joyful glow of the stars, a young minotaur completed his rite of passage. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It's been two months since Wren and the others had attacked the Bloodsail Pirates, had to give the Fishman Orb, and had to travel back to Bloodhoof Village.

The young minotaurs had been home countless times in the previous five years, so this time they returned to Bloodhoof Village, their relatives were also commonplace and accustomed to it, and after a simple greeting ceremony, they went home, and the old ship Shaks also took his leave and set off for Donghai Island after meeting the chief of Bloodhoof Village, Nuding Bloodhoof, and the prophet Jon Stareye, after a deep night of chatting.

Kane Bloodhoof's coming-of-age ceremony is different from the previous Bloodhoof Village Minotaur coming-of-age ceremony, his coming-of-age ceremony follows the oldest path according to the materials found in the East China Sea Minotaur Library, following the tradition of 10,000 years ago.

Accompanied by the prophet Jon Stareye, Kane Bloodhoof successfully returned to Bloodhoof Village after a month of solo travel, successfully completing the bar mitzvah ceremony.

At this moment, Kane Bloodhoof sat under the withered yellow magic lamp and smiled, happily telling his brother Wren Bloodhoof the story of his coming-of-age ceremony:

"This is the first time I have witnessed this ceremony, with the ancestors on top. When I was young, my people were completely denied all the rituals and traditions I did...... In fact, all the minotaurs at that time had been away from these traditions for a long, long time.

Now, with the help of our compatriots in the East China Sea, we have a calmed foreign war, albeit a somewhat fragile one. Now that the shamans have rediscovered the way of their ancestors, and now that we have attained a complete lineage, the young minotaurs who are about to reach adulthood no longer have to go through bitter wars to fulfill their vows of the rite of passage.

Last night, I participated in a ceremony that has a long history but has been forgotten for thousands of years.

Last night, my heart was full of joy, and the long-awaited sense of belonging and honor was the happiness that I will never forget in my life.

A month ago, I went out alone, supervised by the Prophet, and the rite of passage was tasked with killing a steppe lion alone without using anger. ”

At that time, Kane Bloodhoof was lurking in the grass and looking at the prairie lion, and his heart was pounding. It was a mighty beast, and its claws not only graced its beauty, but were also sharp and dangerous. Kane Bloodhoof has seen more than one warrior torn to death, and the ten-clawed character is as swift and powerful as a spear.

And now he was going to hunt it, without armor, without rage, with only one weapon.

He recalled the "tricks" of the coming-of-age ceremony he saw in the reading library:

"Any adult prairie lion is enough to complete the ritual, and they are fierce in fighting, but at this season, the female lioness is pregnant; You are only allowed to carry one weapon, a small minotaur, but you can hide armor in a place in the wilderness where no one can find it; Shamans judge the completion of a ritual based on the blood on your face, and the smell of lion blood that has long since died is no different from that of a newly killed one. ”

But Kane Bloodhoof ignores the so-called tricks, he disdains and does not cheat.

He thought that maybe some minotaurs had been tempted by these temptations, but he definitely wouldn't.

Kane Bloodhoof will go in search of a male lion while he is frantically foraging for food; He would carry only one weapon, and his cheeks would be stained with the sun-soaked blood of the beasts he had slain.

Now, Kane Bloodhoof lurks under the thick grass, the short blade in his hand getting tighter and tighter every moment. When the heat wave hits, he can't help but tremble, but he will never back down.

He had been following the lions for seven days, and for seven days he had survived on the meagre food he could find in the wild, making faint campfires that reflected themselves in light purple at dusk, and sleeping in rudimentary shelter at night.

At first, the lions seemed to taunt him, and it took him little trouble to find the traces they had left behind, their excrement, the marks of their claws stepping on the occasional bare earth, the bones of the beasts that had been gnawed...... But they always seemed to be able to avoid him, and he couldn't even see a lion's hair!

On the evening of the eighth day, the Ancestral Soul finally decided to repay his determination. As dusk was approaching, Kane Bloodhoof was frustrated that he should find another place to stay to end his day, when he suddenly noticed that the lion dung that had been pulled by the bones was still fresh.

They're nearby.

He ran, the grass rustling under his boots and the warmth running through his body. He followed the trail with ease, climbed a small slope and saw a group of beautiful creatures.

He quickly crouched down, hiding behind a boulder, and poked his head out to look. Their fur is still brownish-yellow, and looks very noticeable on the grass - although the fur blends with the grass, it is undisguised to sapient beings.

There were at least ten of them, perhaps more. Finding the lions was an improvement, but he was faced with a new problem: how to hunt one of them? Prairie lions are different from other lions in that they protect everyone in the pack. Once one is attacked, the rest of the lions will come to protect it.

While hunting in a tribe, there are other teammates who are responsible for helping the hunter distract their prey. Kane Bloodhoof was alone. He suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness.

Kane Bloodhoof frowned and regained his senses. He had been looking for the prairie lions for almost a week, and now they were right in front of him. When night falls, the young minotaur eats raw meat...... Or turn into a stiff corpse on the grass.

He observed them. Their shadows grew longer and longer as the sun set, but he couldn't be impatient...... He didn't want to make a fatal mistake in a hurry.

Prairie lions are day-moving creatures that are now busy returning to their nests for a rest. It's their habit, he knows. They live together and lie down one after the other. The more Kane Bloodhoof looked, the more frustrated he became. How could he catch one alone?

Something moved, attracting his attention. It is a young male lion, fed with a summer of fat food, healthy and energetic.

It seemed excited, stamping its feet, raising its head with a beautiful mane, and dancing merrily around the lions. It doesn't seem to want to join the group, but chooses to sleep outside in a more spacious area like one or two brothers.

Kane Bloodhoof grinned. What a beautiful gift from the elemental spirits! This is a good sign. The most active and healthy male in the pack does not blindly follow the other lions, but chooses its own path.

While this choice is likely to lead to his death, it also gives Kane Bloodhoof a chance to earn honor and adult rights. The elemental spirits understand this balance. Haha, at least someone said that.