During the day, they play, play games, and relive the heroic deeds of their ancestors. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoEach family has its own story, so in addition to the stories that Wren got from the games of the year, he also heard more stories that were new and exciting or usually funny.

The activities were all fun and Wren had a lot of fun. But he couldn't help but wonder what the well-fed adults were doing on the magical peak of Shugut while they were sleeping peacefully in their tents.

One night he couldn't hold back anymore. Wren sat up quietly, listening to the sound of anyone being awakened.

There was no sound. After a long minute, he stood up and crept towards the exit.

In a pitch black tent, this is no easy task. Children of all sizes lie in their tents, one wrong step that could wake them up. His heart was thrilled with his guts, as if he had returned to the days of stealth assassination.

Wren carefully slipped between the vague forms, each step of Bigfoot as graceful as a long-legged swamp stork.

When Wren finally walked to the curtain, it seemed like a lifetime had passed. He stood there, trying to breathe steadily, and reached out - he touched a tall, smooth-skinned body, standing right in front of him. He immediately withdrew his hand and shushed in surprise.

"What are you doing?" Wren whispered.

"What are you doing?" In addition, the minotaur returned the salute.

Wren laughed suddenly: the two of them sounded stupid.

"Just like you," Wren replied, his voice still soft.

Next to them, a large group of centaurs were still asleep.

"Shall we stand and discuss, or shall we do it?"

Judging from the vaguely discernible figure in front of him, the other minotaur was a tall male, probably about the same age as Wren.

He seemed to have heard the man's accent, and it seemed that the man must be a young minotaur who had studied and trained with him. What a bold sight to be - sneaking out of the tent without permission on Mudon's Day!

The other minotaur hesitated, undoubtedly thinking the same thing.

"Well," he said at last, "we'll do it." ”

Wren reached out again in the darkness, his fingers touching the skin on the curtain and grasping its edge. Two young minotaurs opened the curtain and stepped into the cold night.

Wren turned to look at his companion. The minotaur was stronger than him, and a little taller than him.

This Wren doesn't matter, he is the youngest in the Bloodhoof Tribe, although he is small in age and size, his wisdom and character have always been the smartest and most calm among his peers.

His mischievous allies turned to look at him, and Wren felt the other man weighing his weight. The other party nodded, obviously satisfied with his "petite".

They didn't venture to speak. Wren pointed to a large tree next to the tent, and the two of them silently walked towards it. During this time, they walked in the clearing, and any adult who happened to turn his head at that moment could see them - thankfully they were not discovered.

The moonlight reflected on the snow, so bright, Wren felt as if they were exposed to the sun, and the creaking sound of the snow beneath their feet must have been as loud as the roar of the fish monsters of the East China Sea...... Finally, they went under the tree and sat down behind it.

Wren let out a long breath, forming a string of white mist in the cold air. The other minotaur turned to him and grinned.

"I am Kranoch Macred of the Seashoes, son of the Seashoes chieftain Michael Macred." The young man whispered proudly.

Wren was attracted to him. After a few months of island life, he knew that "Chief McBuck Macred" was said to be a great minotaur who had been cultivating and trying to break through the 5th order, and although he had no time to deal with clan affairs, he was famous and respected.

"I am Wren Bloodhoof of the Bloodhoof Clan, son of Bloodhoof." Wren replied. Now it was Kranock Macred's turn to be intrigued: it turned out that sitting next to him was also the heir of the clan. He nodded approvingly.

For a moment, the two sat like that, intoxicated by their gorgeous courage and their tacit understanding with each other.

Wren also knew at this time that he was seated with the son of the chief of the Seahoof Clan, the same green shield warrior who had been shouting about the shield fighting skills against Krone Stonehoof.

Wren felt the hem of his clothes get wet, and a burst of cold air rushed up, and he quickly stood up. He also pointed to the ancient mountain of Shugut, where the adults gathered.

Kranok Macred nodded. The two of them stuck their heads out from behind the tree, looked cautiously, and pricked up their ears to listen.

But everything was in vain, and in the cold wind, there were indeed some words, but they were all intermittent and unspoken, and no meaningful news could be heard.

The two wanted to get closer, but they saw the Minotaur Hunter's pet patrolling around from a distance, and Wren turned around and said, "Think too much, go back!" ”

Kranok Macred grinned helplessly and nodded, absolutely.

The celebration lasted for two more days. During these two days, day and night, whenever two people have the opportunity to sneak out together, they launch various challenges to each other. Swimming, rock climbing, weightlifting, balance – they try everything they can imagine.

They always take turns to win against each other, as if they had been negotiated.

When Krannock Macred clamed out on the final day that he would try a fifth time to break the deadlock, something inside Wren made him speak.

"Let's stop playing the usual challenges." Wren said he didn't even know where the words came from. "Let's do something that has never happened in history."

Krannock Macred's bright gray eyes sparkled, and he leaned over, "What's the matter?" ”

"Let's be friends, you and me."

Kranok Macred's mouth widened, "But- we're not from one clan!" He said in a tone that sounded as if Wren had just proposed to make the steppe lion and the Kodomon friends.

Wren smiled and waved his hand. "We're the same kind, and now we're trying to merge, haven't you noticed that we Bloodhoof have lived on the island for a long time?" He said, "Look around you, a lot of people have become friends." ”

"But...... My father said that it was because we had so little contact with each other that peace could be kept. Kranoch Macred continued, his brow wrinkled into a pimple of concern.

"Times have changed, this is an era of the rise of the Minotaur! Said by the Guardian of the Earth. ”

Wren couldn't hide the disappointment in his tone. "Good. I thought you were braver than the others, Kranok Macred, son of McBek. But you're no different from the average person - timid and shy, and you don't want to break with tradition and see what you can do! ”

He said this without thinking, and Krannock Macred's face turned red and his eyes widened.

"I'm not a coward!" He yelled, "I'm not afraid of any challenge, you pretentious black cub! ”

He jumped onto Wren and knocked him to the ground, and the two began punching and kicking, and finally, waking up the sleeping people and attracting the attention of the Ancestral Hall adults, they reprimanded at length how inappropriate it was to fight in the Holy Land.

The two were reprimanded and treated.

But Wren grinned, even though his nose was still bleeding, and despite the horrible gash in Kranoch Macred's body. Kranok Macred met his gaze and grinned.

The challenge between them began, the last one, much more important than weightlifting and swimming. Moreover, neither of them will give up easily...... will not cowardly say that they can't be friends with different clans.

Wren had the feeling that this particular challenge would continue until one of them died. Perhaps, it will be even longer than that.