The four fields are vast and boundless, and in the prairie of Strommagan this steppe, the breath of spring is particularly strong.

On the hillside in the distance, a few remnants of snow that had not melted glistened harshly in the sun. A few meandering rivers have not yet thawed, cutting the vast yellow fields to pieces. The gusts of wind peculiar to the prairie seem to carry a kind of grassy aroma.

In the blue sky, a few eagles chirped from time to time.

The eagle flew high and cruised through the sky. With a pair of sharp eagle eyes, it carefully observed the movement of the grassland to see what prey it could find.

Huh, what did it find?

Imprinted into its pupils was a group of Indians with swords and swords, and these Indians crouched down and slowly walked towards the river under the cover of the grass. It seems that they are eyeing the group of cougars drinking water by the river. They cautiously approached the lions, 800 meters····· 500 meters···· 300 meters, suddenly ·····.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

They jerked out their pitchers, and they trembled, breaking through the air and heading straight for the cougar. The distance of 300 meters flashed by, and the pitch directly penetrated several lions that could not dodge.

Whew····· Whew·····

The cougars roared and fell to the ground, and just as the rest of the lions panicked, a bronze figure sprang out of the grass. His face was covered in paint, and in each hand he held a short sword polished with stone, and quickly approached the lions.

After approaching the lions, he stomped his feet and jumped more than ten meters away, falling from the sky and directly inserting the stone sword in his right hand into the spine of the two lions at the same time, and the two lions fell to the ground and died with a wail. The male lion next to him saw that the lioness was killed, and pounced on him with a wild roar, and the man didn't have time to pull out the stone sword, so he could only stretch out his hands and grab the male lion.

I saw him grasp the throat of the male lion with both hands, and the tiger's mouth contracted and twisted hard, only to hear a crisp sound of "gala", and the throat of the male lion was twisted by him. At this time, the other Indians also caught up, and they took the stone-polished weapons in their hands, and quickly killed them all, leaving a dozen lions.

The Indian man threw down the dead lion and drew two stone swords from the lioness's back. The man kept getting up, only to find that his stature was surprisingly tall, and when he looked roughly, he was at least more than 200 centimeters. He was naked, with only a piece of animal skin wrapped around his crotch, and his bronzed muscles exposed, looking particularly lean.

"Yapachado!"

A middle-aged Indian with oil paint on his face walked up, looked at the man with two stone swords in his hand and said, "You shouldn't run out alone, it's too dangerous." ”

Yapachadu smiled and said, "Uncle Banzalai, you know, these lions are no match for me anymore. I was alone, hunting wolves in the steppes, earning the name of Yapachadu. Now, even if I were alone, I could kill this small group of lions. ”

Beside him, a stunned boy also came up and said, "Yes, Abba, Yapachadu is the most fierce warrior in our tribe, even Grandpa Shaman said so." He doesn't want you to worry. ”

Syllable!

Madara slapped him the back of the head, knocking him on the ground, pointing at him with a cold face and saying, "Do I want you to talk too much? Useless thing, your presence is a shame on us Kulens. ”

Ben Leng was covering his head, and as soon as he heard Madara's words, he immediately got up and yelled unhappily: "Look at it, I will definitely get a good name this year." If I can't do it, I'll go into the forest of Old Azu by myself. ”

What did you say?

Yapachadu grabbed the hand that Banza wanted to knock down, and persuaded him, "Don't fight, he will get a good name this year." Then he turned to the boy and said, "Don't talk nonsense, Old Azu's Lin Zi is not a joke. Let's go back, the tribe is still waiting for us. ”

Banzalai glared at the boy, and without replying, he turned around and picked up a lion and walked in the direction of the tribe.

Yapachadu's camp is located in the middle of a valley with more than 100 wooden huts scattered around, and this is where they live. When dinner time came, smoke lit up from every house in the camp. If you don't look at the sacrificial pillar more than 20 meters high standing in the camp, and the beast skulls on the fence, this is no different from other small villages.

As the sun went down, Yapachadu and his warriors returned to the tribe with their prey.

When the big man guarding the gate saw the figures of these warriors, he shouted loudly: "Yapachadu, they are back!

Hearing the shouts of the guards, the whole camp boiled.

A large crowd of men, women, and children ran out of the hut, grinning happily at the harvest of the warriors. The women of each family hurriedly greeted their men and helped them drag their prey into the house.

When a woman in a cloak saw Yapachadu, she hurriedly greeted him, grabbed his hand and said, "My child, I have good news for you today, and your uncle has granted your request.

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At night, a bonfire more than three meters high was lit in the center of the camp.

The residents of the camp formed a circle around the campfire. They held pan flutes and wooden whistles, singing and dancing, and their simple singing revealed joy.

Yapachadu was also dancing at this time, holding the hand of the prettiest girl in the tribe, Sunflower, and singing the Indian war song together. He was happy today because his uncle, the warrior of the previous generation of the tribe, had finally agreed to marry his daughter to him.

At the age of 19, you can get the title of the first warrior of the tribe and marry the most beautiful girl in the tribe. The winner in life is talking about this kind of person, and he is not satisfied with that. He thought that when he and Sunflower became a family, he must have a few more dolls, and then train them to be the best warriors in the tribe. Watching them marry and have children, and when they die, bury their ashes in the sacrificial pillar, their lives are complete.

In fact, their desire is very simple, to be able to eat enough every day. Have a nice name, marry a wife, and have a bunch of sons. The people of the tribe sang together, danced, played the pan flute, and played the drums, and they were already satisfied with such a life.

If, really······.