In a dense elm forest, a few sturdy spotted elk quickly crossed a deep ravine and ran deeper into the northern part of the jungle. They ran desperately to avoid the hunters behind them, when suddenly two off-string arrows with a blast of wind chased after them. The calm air flow was instantly washed away, and in the blink of an eye, two spotted elk had been planted at the foot of a large elm tree, and the other elk did not care about their companions to speed up their pace and flee for their lives. Immediately afterward, the sound of horses' hooves sounded in the dense trees to the south, and three black figures on tall horses galloped in from a distance.

The horse's hooves came to a slow stop next to the two bleeding spotted elk, and the man in the lead untied the bow and arrows wrapped around him, took them in his hand, and jumped off the horse's back with his right leg. The moment he landed, the wind stirred up and swayed a few leaves in the air at his feet, and this man was eight feet tall, dressed in a cloth garment woven with light yellow thread, and wore a sword studded with sapphires at his waist, and his face was red, and his eyes swirled with joy and vigilance.

The other two horses also jumped down, "These two are really fat, enough for everyone to eat when they go back." One of them, with a thick beard, said with a smile. The other said: "Ao Han, you are really good at archery, this skill is really not vain!" The eight-foot man responded with a smile while bending down: "Okay, okay, take them on the horse and go back to celebrate, the old patriarch is still waiting." With that, the three of them carried the two spotted elk onto their horses, and then disappeared into the elm forest by the same way, stepping on the fluttering leaves.

Towards dusk, bonfires rise in the plain of the river valley at the junction of the Yujiang River and the Shengya River. There are many blue-brown houses here, and many white cloth tents are erected around the houses. This is the territory of the Fireworks Daimon clan, the strongest of the hundreds of tribal clans in the southwest of the continent. The Shengya River originates from Linghai in the south of the main continent, and it runs from north to south until it winds to the vicinity of Xialing and Tianmao Mountain in the north, making it the largest river in the whole world. The Yujiang River is a branch of the Shengya River in the south, extending from southwest to northeast. The valley plains surrounded by the Fish River and the Shengya River are extremely rich land, rich in grains and fish and water, and the Daemon have rested here for generations, and many foreigners are willing to bow down to them, but the Daimon do not treat any tribe who is attached to him. Their philanthropy and dislike of oppression have also made the southwest stable and prone to tribal conflicts.

The sunset gradually faded into the sunset in the western sky, and the curtain of the night began to stretch slowly, and the huge stage of the river valley plain was already restless. A huge bonfire burns and jumps to the cheers of the crowd, and today is a special day, which is a feast organized every year at the beginning of spring to celebrate the victory over the cold winter. The warriors, women, and children of the Daimon tribe were all gathered together, and many foreign chiefs were coming this evening, the stars lost their brightness above the flames, and men, women, and children were chatting with fresh meat and spirits in their hands.

One of the Damon people in the crowd hurried to the table where the leaders of the main feast had gathered, and he stood panting in front of the chiefs of the tribes, and said to one of the old men, who was over the age of six, with a beard and gray hair, and said, "Old patriarch, Ao Han... Ao Han returned with two spotted elk. ”

When the old patriarch and the others heard this, they hurriedly got up, and then left the table and walked to the south. The others were still dancing happily without noticing them, and the old patriarch and his party had just walked a few steps, when the crowd not far away shouted, only to see a group of people with the pattern of holy fire painted on their faces holding the bonfire and standing on both sides, the eight-foot man with a sapphire sword on his waist walked towards the old patriarch with a bow in his hand, and several people behind him carried the two fat spotted elk to the side.

"Uncle Man, I'm back!" Ao Han hugged the old patriarch with joy on his face. The old patriarch happily took his hand and said, "I'm waiting for you, come over quickly." Ao Han looked at today's foreign visitors, tonight came the leader of the Mingyue Valley, the head of the fishing village on the east side of the Yujiang River, the matriarch of the Snow Girl Clan, Yan Zhen, and the major leaders of the tribes within a radius of 100 miles.

The old patriarch returned to his seat, and Ao Han sat down next to him, picked up the antler flask, and filled his bowl with wine. To the rhythm of drums and sonar, the dancers danced around the bonfire and danced the fire dance that has been passed down from generation to generation by the Daimon people. The beauties writhed and danced, passing the beating torches back and forth in their hands, and the Daemon people shouted and drank happily. The snow disaster in the cold winter and the scorching drought are natural disasters that people living in every corner of the world fear, and they pray to the heavens the most throughout the year to avoid these two disasters, and every year in spring and early autumn, the southwestern tribes will hold a grand dinner party to celebrate this hard-won peace in all directions.

In a short time, all kinds of sumptuous dinners were served, and the two fat spotted elk were divided into a dozen plates and distributed to everyone's table in turn, and the dancers stopped dancing and retreated. Before the official start of the dinner, according to the rules, everyone did not touch the food in front of them, but waited with bated breath for the Daimon patriarch to speak. The night was silent, and from time to time there was the chirping of nightingales in the dark woods, and the crackling of the burning flames was intermittently heard. The old patriarch breathed a sigh of relief and propped his hands on the table and prepared to get up, but Ao Han hurriedly grabbed his arm and supported him.

After the old patriarch got up, he first looked around at everyone present, his dark red and bloodshot eyes revealed the sorrow and perseverance of the years of battle, and his wrinkled face could no longer distinguish which were wrinkles and which were scars. The old patriarch has led the Damon clan for more than 40 years, and has made great contributions to the entire clan, and the fact that the Damon clan can have a situation where it is above the hundred tribes today is also the credit of this old man's life. A few days ago, he just announced that he would select a new patriarch, and Ao Han became the new patriarch by virtue of his extraordinary force and wisdom, and this dinner party is probably the last time the old patriarch will say what he thinks in front of everyone.

After the old patriarch saw everyone, he breathed a sigh of relief, he put the calloused hand on Ao Han's shoulder, and then looked at the bonfire not far away and said, "Hey, I have been the patriarch of the Daimon clan for forty years, time flies so fast, and now it's time for me to rest and rest." Ao Han's courage against the enemy, his courage to lead everyone, and his resourcefulness are not inferior to me back then, and I should pass on this 'Blade of Yaki' to him. Then the old patriarch raised the sapphire sword he had just taken from Ao Han's waist, the sword was extremely sharp, and the shining blue gems were as clear as blue amber, a sacred relic that symbolized the command and divine power of the army.

The old patriarch continued: "He is qualified to be the patriarch of our Damon clan, and of course I also believe that he himself is more confident in leading our Damon tribe well. I hope that every elder and every warrior here will embrace him and support him. The only thing I'm worried about now is that Ao Han is still young, he only has a one-sided understanding of young people about many things, and I hope that after I abdicate, the elders of the clan and the leaders of the tribes here can be good for Ao Han. Everyone nodded respectfully, and then the old patriarch said to Ao Han: "Ao Han, you should also be humble and respectful to your elders, and don't look at others as the patriarch. Of course, maybe I said that this is superfluous, because I have always believed in you, and I still am. Ao Han and the old patriarch looked at each other and smiled, the old patriarch suddenly lowered his head, and then slowly raised his head to look at a few sparse stars in the sky, "I don't have the energy to lead everyone to do more things, I often dream these days that my former brothers are calling me, maybe, I am really about the end of the day." When I saw the stars in the sky, I could think of the days when I had shared the joys and sorrows with the Daemon people, and probably their dead people had made their homes in another world in the sky, and they should have arranged a place for me, which should be beautiful too. ”

The old patriarch didn't speak again, and at that moment, the wind and rain of the past decades and the mixed brotherly affection crossed like silk threads, and the eyes that had never shed tears for decades suddenly slipped a tear from the corner of the eye. Many people wet their eyes, Ao Han wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, got up and hugged the old patriarch. The old patriarch smiled and squeezed the tears into the erected wrinkles, then patted Ao Han and said, "Okay, it's time for you to get up and talk to everyone." Ao Han let go of the old patriarch, and the old patriarch slowly sat down.

Ao Han smiled at the men and women inside and out, this will be a new beginning for him. Ao Han has followed Uncle Man's expedition to the north and south since he was a child, and in the eyes of the old patriarch, he is definitely the best patriarch successor. The dark night began to blow a cold wind, Ao Han looked at the fireworks that symbolized the generations of the Damon tribe and said solemnly: "I grew up watching this flame, I will watch it after the cold winter, I will watch it when I have a harvest in autumn, I will see it after following Uncle Barbarian after the victory of the battle, and I will also see it when I control the flooding of the Shengya River, whenever I see this flame ignited, I know that everything is safe for our Damon tribe." Every time it is ignited, there will be such an excellent leader to stand up and bless everyone, I hope that I can achieve even half of the great achievements of my ancestors in this position in the future, and I also hope that I can always watch this spark of life burn until I die. The body of the Damon people flows with resolute and strong blood, this is the reason why we surpass all the pride, I Ao Han swears here, to pass on the blood of the Damon people, to let the generations of the Damon people be masters forever!" After Ao Han finished speaking, he looked at everyone with a confident smile, everyone applauded and cheered, but the old patriarch sat in place and watched the flames silently.

After Ao Han finished speaking, he drank a large bowl of spirits, and everyone drank their own wine. The grand feast of the Daimon clan continued, the passionate fire dance danced around the fireworks again, the strong man took the liquor and drank it while surrounding the wooden stake on the ground and frolicked with the beautiful women, the night became deeper and darker, and a few sparse stars in the sky gradually disappeared in a dark cloud.

After the cold winter, the people of the land begin their work for the new year. The people in the south cultivated land along the rivers and lakes, and the Dimon people cultivated a large amount of corn and rice leaves in the river valley plains. The valley plain is the best fertile land in the south of the earth, so the Daemon people nourished by it are obviously stronger and healthier than the other tribes, and they generally live longer than the other tribes, but the basis of all this is not in the land, but in the Shengya River, which connects the lifeblood of millions of people. And between the mountains and plains north of the earth, there is also a race as powerful as the Daemons, whom they call the Arlans, and the leader of the Arlan tribe is Yeats, who is as young as Aohan.

The terrain in the north of the earth is different from that in the south, there are significantly more mountains and valleys than in the south, and the Huaicai River and the Yanshui River are distributed in a cross shape, which are the two main rivers that nourish the north. The distribution of the Arlan people in the north is relatively scattered, not as concentrated as the southern tribes, but it is not irregular. For example, the Yalan people near Xialing are called Xialing Yalan, and there are many mountains near Xialing, so there are many tribal branches. However, hundreds of kilometers northeast of Xialing, Tianmao Mountain is uninhabited, and that mountain is called the "Gate of Hell", and no one dares to approach it, and birds rarely stop to fly over it. Most of the Arlan people led by Yeats mainly live near the Chenning Mountains in the central north and the surrounding vast plains, so the main clan of the Arlan people is also called the Shanning Arlan tribe, but the leader of all the Arlan people is still Yeats. During this period, the people of the world were mainly distributed in the vast land on the west side of the ocean, where they lived by heaven and earth with their own way of life, and occasionally there were conflicts between tribes, but in general the world remained peaceful.

A month after the feast, the chestnuts on the ground began to sprout leaves, which symbolized the green color of life, which made the hard-working people feel very happy, and according to the experience of previous years, it would indicate another good harvest year. While the Dimon people were rejoicing in their work, the old patriarch was also completely lying on the bed because of his advanced age and illness, and his illness became more and more serious, and his cough continued almost continuously. Ao Han and the elders of the Damon clan were worried about his illness all day long, and the medicinal herbs sent were to no avail, the old patriarch knew that it was impossible for him to recover his health, and he kept persuading everyone to stop tossing for himself, life and death were free of heaven, but no one was willing to accept the fact that the person who had led everyone to make the Damon clan rise was about to die.