Under the slightly flickering firelight were the warriors who were waiting for battle. Their morale is not high, but when the complex emotions of fear, hope, and uncertainty are stirred up by someone with a powerful contagion, it becomes a more multi-layered but singular state. It was a state similar to anger, but what urged the power to flow through the body was not the anger burning in the heart, but the strange tranquility from the brain. In this tranquility, people briefly escape from the fear of death and are replaced by contempt for death. And the reason for their contempt for death was the man at the front of the line, the young man who had straightened his back in the night, and that was their leader.

Prior to today, Uvel was considered by his people to be a promising young leader, and his wisdom, judgment, and ability to unite his tribe were increasing day by day, and no one doubted that when he grew up to be the overlord of the steppes. But today, today, at this very moment, when all the members of the Shale tribe looked at the figure standing unwaveringly in front of them, they realized that their leader was no longer a seed for the future, he was a butterfly that had broken out of its cocoon, a cicada monkey that had climbed the trunk of a tree, and he seemed to have completed the transformation that should have been completed in decades in just one day. Just standing there would make his people excited.

In the past, such battles were preceded by rituals in which warriors would invoke the blessings of the spirits under the guidance of shamans, drink liquor to dispel fear, and cut open their skin to stir up anger and war with pain and blood. But now, these rituals were neither necessary nor important, for the people of the Shale tribe had found something better to stir up the frenzy in their hearts than the spirits, the spirits, and the wounds. At this moment, all faith and respect becomes an infinite adoration of Uvel as a person.

At this time, Uvel already has the conditions to become a hero, he only needs the last step to completely capture the hearts of all the clansmen, and only one step to make himself a part of the legend. And this last step is also the hardest. He needs merit. He needed merit enough to make himself a legend!

A black shadow swam in the grass, like a shark in the water, with only a little dorsal fin exposed. Uvel stared at the grass that was approaching, his eyes the color of peridot, and the darkness no longer stood in his way.

The eerie thud of "Knock, Knock, Knock" was accompanied by the first black shadow that appeared in the firelight, a creature not common in the grasslands, which herders rarely witnessed only near the mountains. A black bear, but this black bear is different from the black bear that people know, this black bear walks upright like a human, and holds two things on the fat bear paws, and it is the knocking of these two things against each other that makes the sound just now. It was a percussion device made of a human skull and a drumstick made of leg bones.

The scene is by no means comforting, with a standing black bear beating a musical instrument made of human bones in the cold moonlight. I'm afraid this sight alone is enough to silence the child and silence the warrior. This is also the bad taste of the skinners, who will always do their best to make the other person feel terrified before killing their prey, but not to make them give up resistance, on the contrary, the skinners are keen to stimulate the desire to survive their prey, and they believe that only the creature killed in this state is the sweetest flesh and blood.

But this time, their prey was a little different. "Bang!" the blade of the scimitar slammed into his chest with a dull thud, and then the raised blade reflected a dazzling brilliance in the firelight. "Bang!" the leader's actions drew imitation, first the warriors around him, then all the warriors, who imitated Uvel and struck themselves in the chest with their weapons, removing all the oppression from the enemy in the impact. So the black bear stopped its movements, the skinners had never seen such a courageous leader, and they knew how to deal with such people.

"Whoosh!" before the dark shadow in the grass reached Uvel's Adam's apple in an instant. Yes, a courageous leader can indeed give his supporters the courage to continue fighting in the face of adversity, but what if he dies in front of his supporters? What kind of expression will his supporters, his people, show when he holds his arms one second and has an unyielding look in his eyes? What a sense of irony, what a great humor, just thinking about it!

However, tonight's brutal burlesque of the skinners didn't get what they wanted. Because the person they want to kill is not a simple warrior. No one could see how Uvir had grasped the paw that was about to cut his throat, just as no one had seen how the half-human, half-cat creature had jumped out of the grass. The monster with claws caught by the head man is somewhere between an adult and a child, with long, muscular limbs and triangular ears topped with a tuft of pointed hair. The iconic binaural and cat-like shape makes it quick to understand what kind of animal the skinned man is wearing, the lynx, a feline that also lives in cold regions.

However, the skin-skinned man does not have the agility and grace of a living lynx, it feels incongruous, and the proportions of limbs, head and torso are neither like those of a man nor a cat. weird, that's probably the simplest explanation. However, Uvel didn't really care how to describe the object's appearance, as he didn't intend to let it live long. The scimitar, which was half-human, half-cat, had already stabbed it in the abdomen before it was still surprised!

Those who are skinned will not be injured by mortal swords. This is because their skin has been treated with evil sorcery and is incredibly resilient, and ordinary metal cannot cut through it. But this does not mean that when facing the weapons made by mortal iron, the skinners can be truly invincible, the reason is simple, the outer skin they wear is not innate, therefore, when wearing the outer skin, they always need a gap, and this gap is only as long as a palm.

The foul-smelling liquid spilled down the scimitar's stabbing place, and Uvel didn't intend to pull out his weapon, just throwing his opponent in front of the black bear. More black shadows appeared in the grass, quickly masking the lynx's skin, and when the darkness receded, only a broken fur remained.

"That's all you guys do?"