Yunqi Continent is divided into three parts of the world, Xiangyun, Sith, and Longhua. These are the three kingdoms that belong to mankind. The vast land, the realm of eternal night, where sunlight cannot reach, there lives another powerful race, the human race, which they call - demons.

The continent is connected to the realm of eternal night, so two different races often meet each other.

For thousands of years, the war between the two races has never stopped. Every year millions of young people are sent to war, no, it should not be called a battlefield, but a meat grinder.

With their unique talents and huge population, human beings will not fall behind in the racial war with the demons.

The manifestation of human talent comes from the gift of God, a kind of magician who is admired by all.

Located in the territory of Qi Province of the Longhua Empire, a mountain village close to the domain of eternal night, Renhua Village. The mountain village, which was supposed to be peaceful and quiet, should enjoy the coolness of autumn and the fragrance of wheat everywhere.

But it was such a beautiful season, but a group of mountain bandits came here, and so, the nightmare of the villagers began.

"Kill me!"

The earthen houses made of loess and thatch were set on fire one after another, and in the midst of the fire, the terrible howl was terrifying. But for this group of mountain bandits, this sound is like an unusually beautiful rhyme in the world. They cut off the heads of their own kind with their swords, their eyes go up, they go crazy about it, they are reveling! They take pride in the fact that whoever has more heads than anyone else will win the respect of others!

The cry of a child should have touched people's hearts, but how could the evil bandits have a heart? They laughed uncontrollably at the moment. The sweat they shed mixed with the blood on their faces and left on the ground, deep into the dirt.

Killing, screaming, this place has become purgatory. There was a woman lying on the ground, her neck gurgling with scarlet blood. Tonight, this is a place for the devil.

The village sentry tower, a pair of eyes hidden in the darkness recorded all these evils, and years later these eyes watched with the same gaze, without the slightest mercy, as the demons fell, their necks gushing with the same scarlet blood.

It belonged to a boy who had been pushed in by his father. Subsequently, he witnessed his father's death. Flesh and blood were blurred by the knife of the mountain bandits. My father traded his own life for his chance to survive in this world.

He wanted to cry loudly, but he also understood that in order for his father not to die in vain, in order to be able to avenge one day, he could not make a little noise.

The human epoch is 2,430 years, and there are 105 households in Renhua Village, 330 people, and one remains.

After committing all the sins that should be committed, the mountain bandits left laughing all the way. If it weren't for the blood splattered on their faces and the blood still falling from the long knives in their hands, no one would have expected that they had just killed someone.

The huge threshing floor, the autumn wind blowing with a strong smell of blood, no corpse is intact.

The boy stood in the threshing floor, and the sight before him made his breathing heavy and rapid. The beauty of the past came to mind, and the next second, the hideous face of the departed mountain bandit appeared in front of him, and the dazzling coldness.

In my ears, the miserable howl is still there. The duo of reality and illusion directly broke the boy who was not yet seven years old.

Humans call themselves cruel, greedy, and ferocious...... only crowned himself with an aura of extreme hypocrisy.

Even more terrible than the devil is the human heart.

Whether the boy will survive or die on this land is unknown.

The twilight was white, and the boy carried a torch and burrowed into the twilight, the torch in his hand to dispel the terrifying darkness for him.

His shadow was stretched for a long time by the still burning earthen house...

As the firelight flickered, the shadow changed as well, turning into a Grim Reaper holding a scythe in his hand, and the scythe swung in Death's hand......

He searched around the village and eventually found what he was looking for from the ruins, an old shovel.

God knows how long it took him to dig a big pit in the middle of the grain field and put the corpses of his people in it.

Because the weather was cold, the corpse did not appear to decompose as expected, but there were still many flies that laid eggs on the corpse and turned into maggots, and these small white worms that lived on carrion wriggled wantonly, burrowing up and down.

He didn't care much about these white bugs, although they were a little disgusting, but at least it didn't affect him to hurry up and bury them, but the rancid smell emitted when the corpse decomposed was different. So, he also wants to thank the weather.

He personally buried all the people he loved at the bottom of the pit, shovel by shovel. He knelt at the entrance of the village and bowed his head to the place where he had lived for six years.

He's going to get out of here, there's nothing left, it's dead. He was scared of it, and a gust of wind would make him look like a frightened rabbit, and it would take a long time for him to recover.

He set off with twilight, the torch in his hand was the only thing he trusted, using it to disperse the beasts and cook food, so he clung to it tightly.

He knew that the beasts with a keen sense of smell would cut open the earth and take out the carcasses inside to eat, and they loved meat with a rancid smell of meat. But there was nothing he could do about it, how could he have the heart to think about it, and how he could survive was not settled.

Winter is approaching, and you can't survive without food. Nor could he have made it out of this mountain range before winter arrived.

It was then that he felt that he was a blessing as Orion's child.

The children of Orion should master hunting skills at a young age, which is instinct and rule. He had hunted huge bison, tigers roaring in long forests, and eagles flapping their wings for hundreds of miles...... Although only the pheasants are really hunted, they are quite experienced.

He knew that animals would need to migrate south during the winter, so he first built a "house" out of fallen leaves and mud in the mountains to the south, waiting for the animals to migrate and hunt them.

He sharpened the shovel as sharp as a knife, sharpened a wooden spear from it, and made a bow and arrow.

Without a rope, he made traps out of the wooden rattans he found, most of which were for large animals. He was going to hunt a bison that he had not hunted before. As long as he hunts one, he doesn't have to hunt again this winter.

He was lying on his stomach in the snow, covered in snow and ice, and his prey could not detect him, and he tried to lighten his breathing so as not to disturb the prey. He placed the wooden spear across his arm, a position that would reduce the time it took him to get up.

The prey was getting closer and closer to the trap, the bison he wanted.

"Hurry, hurry. He thought to himself, he had imagined the joy of hunting the bison, the excitement that made his heart beat so strongly.

He couldn't take it anymore, and jumped up from the snow and ran towards the herd, screaming incessantly, threatening the herd to run towards the place where he had laid the trap.

When a bison fell into a trap he had dug, he stopped the chase and laughed as he watched the sharpened wood at the bottom of the pit pass through the buffalo whose bodies were still *.

"The last time I hunted you, you were still chasing me, now you know that you were wrong. He looked at the bison at the bottom of the pit, nodded approvingly, and said, "Well, I guess it will be able to sustain me for a winter." ”

As he spoke, his eyes caught a glimpse of the herd, which was still running away. It stands to reason that they should have stopped a long time ago, and even when they came back to their senses, they would turn around and bump into themselves when they saw that they were so weak.

Unless......

He is worthy of being the son of Orion, who has been crawling in the mountains since he was a child, and has an excellent reaction, and immediately rushes forward when he senses danger. At the same time, he took the opportunity to look back. That's a behemoth.

"Bears, how can there be bears in the winter?"