At night, the Pato Plateau has the most beautiful moonlight in the world.

The entire plateau is exceptionally quiet under the light of the moon.

At this time, the mountain people were already asleep, but on the crescent moon peak, there were two figures.

"Why haven't you rested yet, Grand Chief?"

Elder Bud walked to the top of the peak on crutches, where a large totem stood. Next to the totem stands his own great chief, the "King of the Mountain" Baya.

"The worries in my heart deepened and kept me awake at night. Baya sighed and looked at the skull of the ancestors on the totem, "If it were the ancestors, what would they choose?"

"Your choice was made under the watchful eyes of your ancestors, and they are supporting you. Bard bowed to the totem, "You have been guiding us forward for so many years..."

"No," Baya said, the Grand Leader did not seem to agree with the Elder's statement, "I can feel the dissatisfaction of everyone, they are eager to solve everything with strength, even to war, and I cannot satisfy them. Now, I am no longer the great leader I once admired. ”

"You still think that sending Ace was a wrong decision, right?"

Baya was silent for a moment, not answering the question immediately.

"This war, indeed, is not that simple," added Elder Bard.

"I don't believe that the Ace people would provoke for no reason. The Great Chief's tone was resolute, "Their chivalry was respected by the world, and they would not make a blatant breach of the law. ”

"But times are different," Elder Bard sighed, "and we can't guarantee that they're still the same fifteen years ago. ”

"Bud, don't you support me?"

"No, Grand Chief, whatever you decide, I will always be the first to support you. Elder Bud made his loyalty clear, "However, I'm worried about what will happen next, because I had a strange dream..."

"Is it 'Rain of Blood'?" Baya said bluntly.

Elder Bard instantly realized that his great leader had also had the same dream.

"I dreamed that I was standing on the wall of the plateau, looking at the eastern sky, and the dark clouds were thick...", Bud's eyes became deep, recalling this terrible dream, "The dark clouds slowly poured towards the Pato Plateau, and below, deserters from all countries ran to ask for help..."

"Your dream is similar to mine. "I dreamed that I was leading my troops into the darkness, and suddenly it rained blood in the sky..."

"No, 'King of the Mountain', our dreams are different—" Bard's tone gradually trembled, as if intimidated, "When the dark clouds were about to hit me, I was suddenly pushed down the plateau by a hand behind me!

"Bud," Baya frowned, worried, "do you think that person could be a mountain man?"

"When I fell off a cliff in my dream, I couldn't see it clearly...," Bud recalled, "but, my gut told me he was a mountain man!"

After speaking, both of them remained silent. They knew in their hearts that although it was just a dream, it was no coincidence.

Baya stood on the crescent peak, looking at the vast and dark east, and did not speak.

Bard knelt in front of the totem and prayed:

"Great ancestors, please show us the way to lead the mountain tribes to glory..."

"War is coming," Baya sighed as he looked to the east, "Is the legend of a hundred years ago going to come true?"

"No, it won't," Bard kept reading, "Great Chief, next year will be the year of the Council of the Century, and as long as the four nations can reach a consensus, we will not let disaster happen! And... This meeting is still being held on the Pato Plateau! As long as we make a peaceful statement, the other three countries will certainly support it!"

"My 'Wise Man of the Mountain', the elder of the Ba clan, Bud...", the Grand Leader turned around and walked over to Bud, "This autumn, we are going to start a war. Do you think that next year's meeting of the century, the peace that comes out of our mouths, will anyone still care?"

"No... The conflict between us and Ace can definitely be resolved peacefully!" Bard kept shaking his head, "I know, this was not your intention, was it?"

Baya turned his head away from Bard and closed his eyes.

"When I was younger, I was hungry for power and power. At that time, I always said to myself, 'I am a man who was born to be the king of the mountains'...", the great chief recalled his life in his twilight years, and kept sighing, "Thirty years ago, in the border war with Ilan, I beheaded the enemy general, and successfully became the great leader of the mountains, and obtained the rights I dreamed of. However, only when you really stand on this peak can you feel the helplessness of power. ”

"Great Chief, you are the soul of Gao Shan, the person we will always respect and support!"

"Perhaps, when I first stood at the top of the Crescent Moon, everyone thought so..."Baya sighed, "but now, it seems that someone has already seized the hearts of the army..."

"You mean—" Bard had worked with the Grand Leader for decades and knew exactly what he was thinking.

Baya turned around, approached Bard again, and said in a low voice:

"Bud, you must be careful of the chieftain of the Ao clan, the 'Storm Gathering' Ormen, and the deputy general of the Ge clan, Ge Xiu, you know?

"I understand," Bard nodded, "I saw the mountain meeting that day, too." The bright moonlight shone down, but their faces were covered with shadows. ”

"You are the wisest person in the entire mountain tribe," Baya patted Bard on the shoulder, "The future Ba clan, the future high mountain, need your guidance..."

"What do you mean, Great Chief?" Bard expressed surprise at his words, "You should be the one who leads us forward..."

"I need you to do me a favor," the Grand Leader grabbed the conversation before Bard could finish, "Come out, Bass." ”

Suddenly, behind the totem, came a young child. His eyes were confused, he was not tall, but he could be very strong.

"Bass?" Bud didn't notice a child standing behind the totem, "Why are you here?"

"I brought him here. "My child is only thirteen years old, he is quiet and not good at conversation, and he needs your help..."

"The Great Chief," Bard seemed to have a premonition, "I've always liked Bass, and I'll do it without your orders." ”

Buzz walked over and looked at his father, his eyes still unchanged, and he stood beside his father in a daze.

The great chief touched his son's head, his eyes full of pampering.

"He's still young, and he needs the right people to guide him so that he won't go astray," Baya said earnestly, "There's no more suitable person in the whole mountain except you, Bud." ”

"I'll do my best to support this kid," Bard knelt down, "until the end of my life." ”

"I believe in you," Baya said, "I've always believed in you, and you've never let the Ba clan down. ”

Listening to the words of the Great Leader, tears suddenly flowed in Bud's eyes. He knew that at this time, the great chief suddenly entrusted his son to him, which showed that the times were about to change.

"My son, my pride..."Baya looked at his son, "you must follow Elder Bard well and become the greatest warrior of the mountain tribe, you know?"

Buzz listened to his father, but didn't say anything. Not only is he not good at talking, but he even seems to be a little lagging behind in his thinking. This worries Baya, but now that he has Bard's assistance, at least he can get on the right path of growth.

"Alright, go back. It's late at night, get ahead early, there are more issues to be solved tomorrow. Baya pushed his son towards Bard and told them both to leave Crescent Peak.

"And you, Grand Chief?" asked Bard, "won't you go back with us?"

"I want to face the mountain totem and pray one more time, so that the ancestors can hear my voice..."

Bud stopped talking, he took Bass's hand and walked slowly down the hill.

As he walked, Buzz looked back at his father, he didn't know why his father wanted to stay there like this, and he didn't know what would happen next.

And just like that, the quiet night passed again.

The sun still rises in the east, and countless flags are still erected on time on the plateau wall. In the morning, Bud took Buzz and came here to watch the sunrise.

"Beauty," Buzz said as he looked at the rising sun.

"This is the rising sun, which symbolizes new life and is the most beautiful thing in the world. Bard slowly explained to Bass.

"The most... Beauty—" Bass repeated the words as he listened to the elder.

"Yes, the most beautiful. Bud touched the child's head, "What's your name?"

"Ba... S..."

"Who is your father?"

"Mountain... Middle... It... Even though he struggled to speak, he still tried to answer.

"Do you love your father?"

"Love—" Buzz nodded slowly.

"Do you want to be the 'King of the Mountain'?"

"No," Buzz shook his head.

"Why?"

"Mountain... Middle... It... King... Be... Father. ”

Bud's eyes welled up with tears as he listened to the child's words, and he knew that the child, despite his lack of mind, still remembered his great father clearly, his father, his pride, and the pride of the entire mountain tribe.

"That's... Bass suddenly reached out and pointed to somewhere under the walls of the plateau.

Bud looked in the direction of the child, and in the distance, it seemed that someone was coming in the direction of the Pato Plateau.

"Outside... People?" asked Buzz, slowly turning his head to look at Bard.

"Yes, they're outsiders. "Bard already knows what's going to happen next.