ps: I've been busy lately, and I'm very impatient in writing. Tomorrow I have to break off the shift, and I have to take an exam. I beg forgiveness, ahem.

Seeing that the tribesmen on the other side were kneeling down on one knee towards him, Riga felt a little shy. "I don't think I missed the final ceremony. Scratching the long hair behind his head a little embarrassed, the hunter asked with his lips cracked open. At the same time, the smelly snow ape's fur was pulled off his back and held in his arms. He didn't want to put this bloody, mucus-laden fur over his body again.

The wizard first swayed from the ground to his feet, he raised the black bone staff in his hand, and said in a reverent tone: "Divine grace is eternal!" Darling of the Fury, we must complete the rite of passage as soon as possible, and you will receive the most precious and delicate coming-of-age armband!"

The second to stand up was the chieftain of the tribe, and Sparrow only nodded in agreement, and then walked into the wall with a few middle-aged warriors next to him. As the adult warriors gradually returned to their camp, a wooden gate about twenty feet high slowly closed behind them.

When Riga stepped into the crowd, most of the Quaids tried to squeeze through. Ignoring the stench of the snow ape's fur, he patted him with his palm encouragingly, as if this would allow them to share in the blessings of the gods. Garr, who had hunted the brown bear, also squeezed through the crowd with his upper body, ignoring that most of the snow badger oil on his body had been wiped off, and hugged the embarrassed Riga with a smile on his face, and played with one hand on the hunter's head, while shouting, "Hey! I knew you were the best, brother." This is a snow ape, a magical beast that is about the same strength as the chief!"

Riga also doesn't remember how he got rid of the enthusiastic people. When he returned home in confusion, he saw Daddy Thorne, who had been worried about him all along. The tall, lanky old warrior touched the snow ape's silver-gray fur with his calloused palm, and then a circle of gray-blue smoke erupted from his pipe-holding mouth, and a smile finally welled up on his serious face. "Well done. The old warrior squeezed four words out of his mouth with a stingy expression, and then untied his wolfskin cloak from the hunter's back. "Go and offer your sacrifice. ”

"Yes. Removing the fur from his waist, Riga immediately took off his shirt, revealing his majestic upper body with scars. Father Thorne took out the snow badger oil he had been concocting for a long time from the room, placed it in front of the hunter, and applied it to the places he couldn't reach with his big rough hands.

Riga**'s upper body was quickly covered in ointment, and he took out what he had collected earlier from the fur wrap that was wrapped in various miscellaneous items. It belongs to the owner of the fur, the heart of the snow ape. This irregular piece of flesh, which was larger than the Hunter's fist, would be his sacrifice to the Furyman.

When Riga walked out the door, he walked solemnly in the direction of the wizard. Leaning against the wooden doorway, with a pipe in his mouth, Father Thorne could not help but laugh, and his long gray-white beard shook violently in the cold wind, as if this was the only way to express the joy of his master's heart.

When the ritual began again, Riga had replaced Gal at the front of the trialists. The rest of the Quaids, of course, only warriors with male surnames, surrounded them, watching the wizard's movements with serious faces.

"The Great 'Fury'! an immortal god born in the creation of the world!

Thank you for your kindness!

Give air to breathe, water to eat, and food.

Sacrifice to you with the blood of your prey and pure salt.

Please bless us for the next year!"

For the first time, he left the black bone staff in his hand, and the wizard held a container carved out of a huge skull in both hands. He held the heart of the snow ape and a handful of finely powdered white salt high above his head, and then bowed down in front of a statue of a god crudely carved out of rock.

When the wizard's simple sacrifice is over, the rest will be even simpler. The remaining trialists stepped forward in turn, and when the sorcerer's representative god kissed them on the forehead, the chieftain of the tribe would bring them a second armband, a symbol of adulthood.

Riga, as the bravest warrior in the trial, was naturally the first to stand up. He leaned forward slightly, so that the wizard, who was only about six feet tall, could easily kiss his forehead. As soon as he felt the wizard's parched lips brush against his forehead, Riga immediately came to Chief Sparrow.

"Chief Chief!" Riga crossed his hands on his shoulders and bowed solemnly to the strongest man in the tribe, then stretched out his thick, tangled right arm.

This time, Sparin showed no signs of displeasure. The warrior, who was more than eight feet tall and stood up like an adult snow bear, took a delicate armband from a warrior with a tomahawk on his back, and placed his gloves on Rigga's arms. "May the Fury always bless you, true warrior!"

"May the gods bless you as well, Chief. Riga caressed the delicate armband, and his face was blown pale by the cold wind with a flush of excitement.

"It's an armband made of steel! After leaving the chief's side, Riga went straight to Daddy Thorne, who was boasting with a group of old men. Broke into their 'clouds' formed by smoke from tobacco burning. The excited hunter breathed in the choking smoke, immediately coughed loudly, and said intermittently, "Daddy, I got an armband made of steel!"

But Daddy Thorne showed no signs of excitement, and the old soldier struck Riga on the head with the long handle of his curved pipe, then took a beautiful puff of burning tobacco and opened his mouth to spit out a blue smoke ring. "What's the big prize mob, I think when I was younger, I also got the armband of steel at the Trials of Adulthood!"

The old man on one side was also reluctant to leave his legs, and they all clamored that their armbands were made of steel. But the slightly older Quaid warriors knew why, and at that time, the human principality had not yet banned the sale of steel to the Quaid tribes living in the ice fields. So the old man's steel armbands are not at all comparable to Rigga's steel armbands.

The ceremony soon ended, and the warrior who had been given the armband excitedly found his familiar companion to go with him to the only tavern in the tribe for a drink. The tavern, opened by the chieftain, had been doing well, as the Quid warriors had to spend the rest of their days hunting. However, this time there were obviously many warriors who came here to dispel the sorrow in their hearts, and although death on the ice field was common, they still felt a pang of bitterness in their hearts when facing the death of their loved ones.

Father Thorne and the other old warriors made an appointment to go to their home for a drink to celebrate, so Riga and Gal went to the tavern with him. After all, he had to tell the chief and the wizard what Monica had discovered.

As soon as Garr's shoulders were hooked and the wolfskin curtain of the tavern was lifted, a strange smell mixed with the blue smoke of burning wood and the smell of alcohol immediately rushed into their noses. Even more unbearable was the oncoming drunkard, the drunken warrior shook and greeted them, and then struggled to burp and spray the mixture of fermented liquor and the smell of sweat in the stomach pouch onto the faces of the two young men.

"Damn Pens!" the hunter immediately left Gal beside him, and ducked aside with his nose covered, leaving his already somewhat drunk companion Gal to enjoy the 'wonderful' smell.

"Bastard!" When Gal had already reacted, the strong warrior immediately punched the Parnes in the face, causing him to spin in a half-circle, and then fell to the floor with a 'grunt', falling into a "purring" sleep.

"Get this pig away!" the bartender in the tavern immediately shouted, and then a figure about nine feet tall stood out from the corner, walked slowly to the drunk, and easily picked him up and carried him on his shoulder. "Are you going to send Paynes back to his house?" asked the big man, turning indistinctly.

"Of course!" replied the bartender in a sharp voice, "Fool Paul, do you want him to turn us into a stinking nest of pigs?"

"Oh!" the big man replied vaguely again, and then turned around with great difficulty and slowly, and carried the drunk out with a violent tremor step by step.

In the midst of much ridicule, Riga beckoned to Gal, then sat down at the front of the table and ordered two glasses of ale from the bartender. "Oh, Riga and Gal. Two wonderful lads, this one is what I invited you, and you can concentrate on enjoying your first beautiful bar as an adult. The bartender's fat face squeezed out a few slits and said.

After thanking the fat and tall bartender, Riga raised his glass and swallowed a mouthful of brown foaming ale, his gaze finally sweeping to the wizard sitting in the corner. Picking up his glass, Riga spoke to Gal, who was happily recounting his experience, and walked briskly to the wizard's table.

"Can I sit here, Lord Wizard?" Riga sat down at the table without waiting for the wizard's answer, for he knew the warmth of the wizard beneath his cold exterior. "Rega, congratulations. A warrior who can kill Warcraft alone. The wizard gestured and raised his glass as easily, then took a sip of the thick, bitter green liquid in his glass.

"Wizard-sama. I have something to tell you, and perhaps it may have something to do with the disappearance of so many trialists. After raising the oak glass and taking a large sip of ale, Riga said in a somewhat speculative tone.

"Oh?" the wizard's attention was visibly drawn. "What is it about?"

"I met orcs on a hunt. More than two dozen orc soldiers!" Riga waved his hands as hard as he could, as if this was the only way to prove the perilous scene he had faced. "But their purpose was not to hunt in the hunting grounds outside, they were to hunt down a female warrior who belonged to the Sopa tribe. ”

"The Sopa tribe, you met their trialists?" the wizard visibly agitated when he heard about the Sopa tribe, and then interrupted Riga's movements. "How did you meet them? Did you cross the line?"

"Yes. Somewhat annoyed, he poured the rest of the ale into his mouth, and Riga briefly recounted his previous adventures.

"The orc camp and the mysterious human mercenary? The more experienced wizard asserted directly. "No mercenaries will come to this ice field in the winter to freeze them to death, unless ........."

"Unless they can't refuse the wealth. Chief Spain stepped out of the shadows on one side, a dangerous and flickering glint in his eyes.