In the customs of the steppe people, wrestling is not only a leisure activity, but also a ritual to express reverence to the god of the steppe. The reason why it was held in the quagmire is not only for safety reasons, but also because of the meaning of gratitude for the rain and dew of nature.

Naturally, Leach couldn't have known about these things, but when Kumar taught him, he popularized them with him by the way.

"I've taught you everything you need to teach, how about it, let's have a serious fight?" Seeing that Leach was learning so quickly, Kumar was also happy to see Hunting.

Kumar's suggestion hit Leach's heart, and when he heard this, he immediately nodded and said: "Come on, I haven't settled accounts with you yet, why is the medicinal wine you gave me so different from the taste of your mare's milk wine, say, did you deliberately fix me?"

"Hey, have you ever heard of good medicine? Since it's medicinal wine, how can it be delicious? Besides, I have nothing to do with you, I'm not so boring!" Kumar naturally refused to admit it, but the smile in the corner of his eyes made Leach think that he was deliberately fixing himself anyway.

But this time Leach thought about it, Kumar was indeed laughing, but he was laughing at the wonderful expression of Leach when he unknowingly poured a large sip of medicinal wine, not because he was smug because he successfully tricked Leach.

"Whatever, but you deliberately didn't tell me what I need to pay attention to when drinking medicinal wine, is it true?

"Come on, whoever is afraid of whom!"

Kumar seems to have a lot of fame here, and when the people around him saw him start a game with a guest, not only did they not come up to "persuade him", but deliberately vacated a vacant space for them, and they all shouted hello.

According to the customs of the steppe people, wrestling with a guest is not an impolite or unfriendly expression, but rather a gesture of closeness to the guest, which means that the other party is regarded as one's own and is not inhibited.

No matter how fast he progresses, Leach is only a beginner after all, and he is naturally inferior to Kuma, a veteran who has played since childhood.

Although Leach tried hard to use the techniques Kumar had taught him to take him down, Kumar, who was experienced in combat, naturally did not take it easily. Every time Leach successfully lifted Kuma's feet off the ground, Kumar would flip around lightly and land smoothly again, making all his efforts useless.

After a few rounds of tug-of-war, Kumar seized an opportunity for Leach to gain an unstable footing and threw Leach into the soft mud again with a flick of his right foot.

"Haha, it seems that it still doesn't work, Kuma, you are really amazing!" was once again knocked down by Kuma without any suspense, Leach simply lay in the mud and didn't get up, after all, he had not used his fighting energy, and after such a long time, he was already a little tired.

"Why, Leach, you're so much better than I am! I didn't learn as fast as you did, and I don't think I'm at all my skill now, but I've been in this quagmire since I was five years old, and practice makes perfect. With that, Kumar reached out and pulled Leach up.

Kumar had been here for a while before Leach and Saya came over, and then he had been working as a sparring partner for Leach, and he felt a little tired at this time, so the two of them climbed out of the mud together, scooping water out of the large wooden barrel next to the mud and washing the yellow mud from their bodies.

As he took the shirt he had taken off from Saya and was about to put it on, Leach suddenly heard a low, rapid horn sound.

Before he could ask what had happened, the faces of the herders, who had been watching the bustle near the mud pool, changed dramatically, the women and children returned to their tents, and the men rushed towards the north of the tribe.

Seeing that Kumar beside him also ran north with a serious expression, without even leaving a word of explanation for the two, Leach and Saya glanced at each other and hurriedly followed.

On the grass to the north of the tribe, all the adult males of the Windowl tribe had gathered at this time, and opposite everyone, another group of men with the same hair color but blue straps on their heads were confronting them.

"Listen, the people of the Wind Owl tribe are coming, the tribe is approaching, our Frost Wolf Tribe specially came to ask you for advice in advance, I don't know if you dare to accept it?"

As soon as they heard this, the Wind Owl tribe suddenly whispered. Leach noticed that most of the people were angry when they heard the slightly provocative and dismissive words of the other party, but some people were worried.

While Leach was wondering what was going on, the crowd on the side of the Wind Owl tribe suddenly separated, and an old man on crutches with a wrinkled face slowly walked forward.

The old man's face was four or five points similar to Kuma's, and Kumar was supporting him next to the old man at this time.

"Respected Patriarch Muhandir, welcome to our Windlord tribe. As for your request, it doesn't seem to be in line with the regulations of our prairie, right? The previous grass lord clearly ordered that a large-scale fight between the two tribes of the wind owl and the frost wolf was strictly forbidden until the new grass lord appeared, have you forgotten?" the old man stood still under Kuma's support, and said without humility or arrogance in the face of the other party's menacing.

The person who spoke earlier frowned when he heard this, and just wanted to open his mouth to refute, but was stopped by a strong man wearing a wolf scalp hat.

Bending down and saluting, the man at the beginning immediately retreated into the ranks.

"Respected wise man, Patriarch Nirk, Muhantil is here to greet you. Muhantil's voice was as majestic as his looks, "Muhantil naturally hasn't forgotten the order of the grass lord, but our frostwolf tribe only came here to discuss with you, and we don't want to start a war, this doesn't seem to be against the order of the grass lord, right?"

"Hmph, that's a nice thing to say, if it's just a discussion, is it necessary to bring so many people here?" Before the old man could speak, Kuma on the side snorted coldly and said first.

Muhamal was not at all annoyed by Kuma's rudeness, but with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he said: "You are Kuma, right? Hehe, I didn't expect you to grow so big, time flies so fast! Back then, you were just a runny little ghost, and in a blink of an eye, you reached the age of marrying a daughter-in-law." The only pity is that your father can't see his son get married. ”

"You!"

As soon as he heard the other party mention his father, Kumar was furious, and when he was about to rush forward desperately, he was stopped by Nierke with a shout: "Kuma, stand back, there is no place for you to speak here!"

"Grandpa, I ......"

"Don't go down yet!"

"Yes!" Despite his reluctance, Kumar took three steps back, bowed his head and said no more.