A round of fiery red sun hung high in the sky, wantonly swaying the endless scorching sun, scorching the vast earth, emitting layers of heat waves.

On the edge of the mountain, where the Mo tribe is located, there is a forest. The trees in this forest are sparsely distributed, but they are all tall and stout, with several people hugging each other, the trunks and branches are vigorous, the leaves are verdant and dripping, and there are dense bushes and weeds under the trees.

In an old tree with abundant foliage, a young man was hiding in it, his figure hidden by the broad foliage.

He was about eleven years old, his figure was not strong, but slightly emaciated, his body was strong and solid, he was wearing a suit sewn of animal skin, his feet were stepping on the thick and solid branches, his black and thick hair naturally hung down to his shoulders, a gust of wind blew, the leaves of the old tree swayed gently, his hair was blown up, revealing a delicate and childish face with distinct facial features, a pair of sword eyebrows straight through the sideburns, the bridge of the nose was straight, the lips were ruddy, the appearance was quite handsome, and the corners of the mouth were always with a faint smile, looking extremely confident.

A pair of dark eyes are bright and bright, and there is a faint resolute light that is not available in the same age flashing, there seems to be an aura entwined on the body, and the skin is a healthy wheat color, handsome and charming. At this time, Mo Fan was staring down condescendingly.

Below, there is a herd of horned sheep, grazing on the edge of the lush grass and bushes. The horned sheep chewed on the tender weeds, and from time to time they raised their heads vigilantly and pricked up their ears, listening to the wind and grass around them to prevent them from being attacked by fierce beasts hidden in the dense bushes, and they ate the blades of grass as they walked towards the fat grass in front of them, but they did not know that the danger came from overhead.

The size of the horned sheep is extremely large, the fur is beautiful golden yellow, shining in the bright sun, there are two black horns with great attack power on the top of the head, the horns are hard and sharp, the length is forty or fifty centimeters, like two short blades.

In this reckless world, even the horned sheep that feed on grass are extremely ferocious, and their attack power is amazing, and if they are not careful, their adult people will be seriously injured by them. At this time, the horned sheep gradually approached the old tree hidden by Mo Fan.

"Hah!"

Suddenly, Mo Fan let out a loud shout, jumped down from the branch of the old tree more than ten meters, and landed directly in the herd of horned sheep grazing, staring at the horned sheep in front of him with burning eyes.

The horned sheep were frightened and agitated in an instant, and they were frightened by the sudden man who came from the sky, and their eyes were full of panic, and they all immediately did not care about grazing, and they quickly scattered in all directions, running and jumping, over the low and dense bushes, through the gaps in the low-hanging branches of the old trees, and fled, and their figures were like a golden wind, and they all disappeared in an instant.

"That's you!"

Mo Fan stared at the fat horned sheep in front of him, a smile appeared on his face, and he whispered to himself.

He spotted the sturdy horned sheep, ignoring the other fleeing horned sheep, and stood in front of it to prevent it from escaping.

The horned sheep saw someone in front of him, and trampled the grass with his hooves restlessly, his eyes revealing anxiety and fear, and his nose let out a heavy pant.

Suddenly, the horned sheep flattened the two hard horns on the top of its head, and its body accelerated suddenly, rushing straight towards Mo Fan, it knew that it might not be able to escape today, but it still would not be restrained and easily accept its fate.

The two horns are extremely sharp, if Mo Fan is hit by this horn, his body will probably be penetrated and suffer heavy damage, and it will be difficult to get out of bed without a few months of recuperation.

Mo Fan saw the horned sheep rushing towards him, the smile on the corner of his mouth slightly curtailed, even the adult clansmen of the horned sheep hunting need to be cautious and dare not take it lightly.

At the moment when the horned sheep was about to rush over and hit him, Mo Fan's body quickly deviated to the right, forming an afterimage, dodging the collision of the horned sheep, and at the same time, his legs kicked hard, jumped up from the grass violently, and rode on the back of the wildly running horned sheep.

The restless horned sheep felt someone riding on its back, it became more and more violent, its eyes became scarlet, its limbs jumped, and its body shook violently, wanting to lift Mo Fan off on its back.

Mo Fan also felt the mania of the horned sheep, he grabbed the golden wool of the horned sheep tightly with his left hand, and quickly took out a sharp short sword made of snow-white fangs from the animal skin coat with his right hand, and stabbed the short sword into the neck of the horned sheep, the technique was clean and neat.

The horned sheep fell to the ground with a bang, and the crimson blood gushed out from its neck along the short sword, instantly staining the grass red, and its breath of life gradually dissipated.

And Mo Fan jumped up the moment the horned sheep fell to the ground, and his body landed steadily on the grass next to the horned sheep.

"It's finally done. ”

A relaxed smile appeared on his immature face, then he wiped the non-existent drops of sweat from his forehead, and shouted at the sky with his head up.

"Blackie. ”

A large bird hovering over the forest let out a bird's song, as if in response to Mo Fan, and at the same time its wings stretched out, gliding and swooping down from mid-air, through the dense foliage of the forest, and landing on the branch of an old tree not far away.

This big bird is more than five feet long, a pair of wings spread out for more than ten feet, the feathers all over the body are black and shiny, flashing with a cold metallic luster, as if cast from black iron, a pair of eyes are like black gems, the eyes are cold and sharp, only when looking at Mo Fan, will it reveal such a soft light, revealing a sense of intimacy.

Its pointed beak was hook-shaped, extremely sharp, glowing with a crystal black light, and it was stained with animal blood, apparently just returning from predation, and its sharp claws grasped the branches, and actually cut deep into it, which was extremely terrifying.

The blackbird was found by Mo Fan in the mountains, when it was covered in blood and had messy feathers, and was being pursued by an eagle dove.

Later, one of the wings of the blackbird was scratched by an eagle dove, the bone wing was broken, and the injury was serious, and it fell from a high altitude, just being seen by Mo Fan and others who were playing not far away.

They brought the wounded blackbird back to the tribe, applied it with medicine to stop bleeding and healing, fed it food, and cared for it.

Ten days later, the blackbird's injuries gradually healed, and it flew back to the mountains.

Mo Fan thought that it would not come back, and he was sad for a while. But he didn't expect that this blackbird was very spiritual, it was grateful to Mo Fan for saving his life, and every once in a while it would fly out of the Cangmang Mountain Range to find Mo Fan to play, and gradually, the relationship between one person and one bird became more and more intimate.

Mo Fan watched the big black bird fly down from the sky, pulled out the beast tooth short sword from the neck of the horned sheep, wiped the mottled blood stains on the short sword on the golden fur of the horned sheep, and put it away.

Then he went under the old tree where he had been hiding and took out a bag of hides from the bushes. The animal skin bag contained various medicinal herbs that Mo Fan had collected in the mountains and forests surrounding the tribe.

Originally, Mo Fan was collecting medicine in this forest, and he saw a group of horned sheep coming towards him from a distance, so he immediately hid in the old tree and waited quietly for the horned sheep to approach.

Sure enough, the horned sheep followed the fat meadow to the bottom of the old tree, while he hid in the big tree, and then the scene above happened.

"Xiao Hei, help me take it, let's go back to the tribe. Mo Fan stood on the grass, raised his head to look at the blackbird, and said to it.

"Chirp!"

The blackbird looked at Mo Fan, a soft light flashed in its jewel-like eyes, and it let out a low roar, as if in response.

Then, Mo Fan threw the animal skin bag into the air, and the black bird saw the animal skin bag rise, flapped its wings gently, its claws left the branches, and rose to the sky, grabbing the animal skin bag, and the action was skillful, obviously this is not the first time.

Mo Fan walked to the side of the horned sheep, he weighed the horned sheep, and felt that it weighed more than a thousand catties, so he carried it on his shoulders and walked towards the outside of the forest.

The vines and weeds in the mountains are overgrown, and the rocks are numerous, making it extremely difficult to walk, but fortunately, Mo Fan has a strong physique, strong muscles and bones, and strong blood all over his body, even if he carries a huge horned sheep, it is not difficult.

In the sky, the blackbird clutched the animal skin bag with its claws, and its sharp eyes looked down, staring at the movement around it.

Mo Fan walked very fast, stepping on the dense weeds in the mountains, and returned towards the tribe.

After a while, he walked to the mountain where the tribe was located, and looked up at the bottom of the mountain, hundreds of simple stone houses were scattered among them.

"Afan, when I saw the blackbird flying in the sky, I knew that you were coming back soon, but I didn't expect you to hunt a horned sheep today. "On the mountainside, where he was about to enter the tribe, several adult clansmen with refined iron swords in their hands glanced at the black birds in the sky and greeted Mo Fan.

They are the people who watch the movements around the tribe, and are responsible for observing the movements around them to prevent fierce beasts from invading the tribe.

If a powerful beast invades, or another tribe invades, they will quickly run back to the tribe and alert the tribesmen, so that the tribesmen can be prepared and quickly assemble and respond in time.

"Uncle, when I was picking herbs, I happened to meet a group of grazing horned sheep, so I hunted one. Mo Fan placed the horned sheep on a large stone placed not far away and explained with a smile.

After Mo Fan was ten years old, he often collected medicinal herbs in the mountains near the tribe, and he would always follow the blackbird by his side, and from time to time he would bring back some prey, and they were used to it.

However, they found that the beast that Mo Fan brought back during this period of time was getting bigger and bigger.

After a brief conversation with several clansmen, Mo Fan waved goodbye to them, picked up his prey again, and continued to walk towards the mountain.

In a moment, he returned to the tribe.