Chapter 1: Bijon

I'm Minotaur Bihon.

My name is Bijon Doon.

Doon is the last name of Daddy and Grandpa. Bijon is my real name, and my father gave it to me when the moon was full.

I was born in the village of Vail.

The village of Ville is in the southeast corner of the Kalmdo Savannah.

We minotaurs plough this land, hunt.

The Kalmdo steppe is in the southeast corner of the continent and is home to the orcs.

We Minotaurs are part of the Orc race, the strongest, most honest, bravest, and hardest people.

Beyond the Kalmdo steppe is the desert, beyond the desert there are plains, mountains, deserts, and the sea.

Those places are inhabited by humans, elves, goblins, dwarves, gnomes, trolls, goblins, and countless magical beasts, as well as sea tribes, undead tribes, dragons, and giants......

Well...... These Dongsi were all told to me by my grandfather.

I haven't seen it.

All I saw were trolls and goblins who came to the village to do business.

The reason why Grandpa knows so much is because he is the elder of the village and the only shaman.

Grandpa taught me a lot about the entire Kalmdo orcs and the outside world.

He wanted me to inherit his mantle and become a minotaur shaman.

I don't want to.

I said I was going to be a warrior as strong as my father, to lead the hunters of the village out hunting, and then to teach the centaurs and boar people who came to poach.

Grandpa was very angry, and when he was angry, he wouldn't tell me outside stories.

He wouldn't tell me stories, so I went outside with my friends.

When I got enough of playing, my grandfather stopped being angry and continued to tell me stories.

That's good.

Unfortunately, in addition to listening to stories and playing games, I also had to work with my mother and sister.

I have older siblings, and I have younger brothers.

The elder brother is thirteen years old, has passed the adult trial, and follows his father out hunting to defend the village.

My sister is only ten years old and follows her mother to farm.

My younger brother is less than a year old this year, and he is carried by his mother all day long.

I'm seven years old, and I'm ...... Well, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen...... You can become an adult at the age of six.

That's right, because I learned arithmetic from my grandfather.

Except for me, the little friends in the village don't count.

Of course, no one envied me for counting, they just liked to listen to me tell them stories that grandpa told me to me while playing with me.

Our favourite place to play was the muddy puddle by the creek south of the village.

We writhed, wrestled, topped the rack, and when we had had enough, we went to the river to wash the mud off our bodies and then went home.

Today, Grandpa is angry again.

"Little Bihong, come on, come on, grandpa will teach you to recite mantras......" Grandpa said with a smile and touching the pigtailed mustache on his chin.

In his hand he held a piece of the shoulder blade of the Kodo beast engraved with letters.

This is a shamanic mantra, and when there is an important event or festival in the village, the grandfather will recite the words on it and pray aloud.

Then the whole village knelt down behind him and prayed to Mother Earth.

Knowing that he was going to teach me how to be a shaman again, he immediately shook his head: "No, no, no, I'm going to be a warrior!" ”

Grandpa's smiling face changed and became fierce.

He said angrily: "How many times have I told you, don't listen to your father's nonsense, shamans are many times stronger than warriors!" If you are disobedient again, grandpa will not tell you stories in the future! ”

I know I won't hear the story again today, but I'm not going to say yes.

Those spell words are so difficult that my eyes hurt when I see it, and it's weird to read it, so it's better to have fun rolling in the mud with my friends.

"If you don't talk about it, you won't talk about it!" I shook my head and ran away, "Grandpa, I've already heard all your stories!" ”

Grandpa watched me run away in a huff, and could only sit on the stone pier in front of the house and gasp for breath.

The reason why I didn't want to be a shaman was because my parents didn't like it, and they both said that being a shaman would make me too old to walk like my grandfather, and I had to walk from my house to the village altar every day, and then back from the altar.

There is also a reason, and that is that the fighters are really strong.

I watched my father hack a stone-skinned hippopotamus bigger than a Kodo beast to death and carry it back to the village.

Kodomon is a good helper of our minotaurs, can plough the land and can pull carts, and is the best companion of the minotaurs.

Kodomon's body was the size of three dads.

The Stoneskin hippopotamus is the size of four dads.

Amid the exclamations and cheers of the whole village, Dad threw the stone-skinned hippopotamus on the drying ground in front of the altar and distributed it to the whole village.

At that time, my father was the hero of the whole village, the strongest minotaur in the whole village!

But, however, that's not really what I think -

In fact, everyone doesn't know that the father who is invincible all over the village is actually not the strongest!

The strongest is Mom!

This matter has to be kept secret, and no one knows about it except me and my brother and sister......

That day, Dad didn't know why he made Mom angry, and Mom kicked Dad out of the big bed in the bedroom with a hoove!

Dad didn't have the strength and guts to fight back.

From that night on, my brother, sister and I didn't dare to make my mother angry.

Later, I learned from my grandfather that my mother was not a warrior, not a shaman, and even less an archer.

She's half a druid.

Because her father, my grandfather, was a druid elder from another village, and their village was close to the forest outside.

My grandfather's druid skills were given to my uncles, and my mother only learned half of them, so she was half a druid.

I went to my grandfather's village once, and I met two uncles, and they seemed to be really taller than my father......

It's a pity that I haven't seen them fight, but I think Dad is probably not their opponent.

So, my dream is not to be a warrior, but to be a druid!

However, this matter cannot be said, because Mom and Dad and Grandpa will be unhappy.

If my grandfather is unhappy, if my parents are unhappy, they will flick my horns, kick my ass, and not give me food......

So, I had to keep it a secret and learn druid skills when I grew up......

Now, my mother and sister don't have to go to the field, they are sewing leather clothes at home, and I can play with my friends with peace of mind.

When I walked to the river, I saw them rolling in the mud from afar, and my body itched.

"Bihon, come quickly!" My friends waved at me.

"Here we go!" I couldn't wait to take off my shirt and pants, and then, carefully, took off the pendant around my neck and wrapped it in my clothes.

This pendant is a talisman made by grandpa, and the whole family has it.

It is said to protect us from evil spirits roaming the wild.

I don't know what it means, but it feels amazing......

And mom, dad, brother and sister all wear it, and there will be nothing wrong with it.

My brother is still young, but he doesn't need to wear it.

I walked a short distance to the quagmire, put my clothes and pants behind a rock, and then walked in.

It's so cool! It's so comfortable!

Soak in the wet and slimy mud, and your whole body is refreshing!

"Bihong, what story did your grandfather tell today? Tell us about it! "My friends quickly surrounded me.

"I didn't ...... today," I said, "and Grandpa asked me to learn shamanic mantras, and if I didn't learn them, he wouldn't teach them." ”

"Alas!" When the friends heard this, they scattered boredly.

"If I were you, I'd follow Grandpa Tal to learn shamanic spells!" A little friend said suddenly.

This man is Kate, the son of Uncle Sanchi, the deputy captain of the village hunting team.

Tal is Grandpa's name.

"Do you think you'll learn?" I said, "I'm the only kid who can count, I can't even learn it!" ”

"How will you know if you don't try!" Kate said, "If Grandpa Tal agrees, I'll learn from him!" ”

"What are you two fighting about?" Another friend said, "When we reach the age of eight, we can be tested in front of the altar to see if we have any talent!" ”

"That's right!" I said, "When the time comes, as long as you have talent, Grandpa will definitely teach you!" ”

"What about you?" Kate asked.

"I, I want to be a warrior, to be the strongest warrior besides my father and brother! No, I'll be better than them! I said.

I'm not going to tell them that it's not a warrior, not a shaman, not an archer like Uncle Sanji, the vice-captain.

Druids are the strongest!

"Kate, why don't you learn bowing from your father?" I asked again.

"Archers? Hum! Kate said nonchalantly, "My dad will only hide from a distance and sneak attack, even my mom can't beat me!" ”

"Hahaha!" We all laughed.

"I'll play with the top frame!" Someone suddenly proposed.

I immediately rejoiced and joined the others in shouting, "Okay, top frame!" ”