It didn't look like an exile at all, Jana thought as she walked out of her spacious dormitory.

If you don't feel the collar around your neck, it looks like it's true.

It seems that Schiff's flamboyant guy didn't deceive people, otherwise the proud centaur warrior would not have let him go.

Looking at the warm sunlight shining in the autumn sky, smelling the grass on the meadows, and looking at the workers who were busy for the soldiers, Cana couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion when she reflected on her past year.

Primorsky is far from home, but so kind that she feels guilty for herself and her men's laziness.

Life in Skawa's hometown is a different story entirely.

In the steppe desert where the Centaurs have galloped since ancient times, the warriors of the Centaurs have to undergo rigorous training since they were young in order to obtain the title of faster and stronger, and are ready to fight at any time, ready for battle that may come at any time.

The nomads of Skava also needed pastures, and the conflict between the two sides continued until the Terrans outnumbered the centaurs a hundred.

After not being able to gain territory from the fighting, the Centaur leader chose to reconcile with the Terrans, using the Bihe River as the dividing line, allowing the Centaurs to live in the mountainous meadows northwest of Skava.

The condition for peace is that no more people are allowed to step out of the border on a large scale.

The Centaurs and the Skava people exchanged their goods for various household utensils on the border, and lived a fairly comfortable life, and occasionally some daring people entered each other's territory to cause trouble, but they were basically able to solve it safely.

Due to the frequent exchanges between the human races between countries, and the loss of space for people and horses to roam freely, the gap in development between the two sides is getting wider and wider.

If it weren't for the fear of the terrible cavalry, the tribes of Skava would have invaded the territory.

Overall, until the last few years, the two sides had maintained a largely peaceful peace for 200 years.

This peaceful situation was completely broken by a female warrior of men and horses, and became an unstable factor that stirred the entire grassland.

This unstable factor is the Cana of the Redmane Clan, and among the younger generation of the entire tribe, no one is better at galloping than her, no one shoots arrows more accurately and fiercely than her, no one has stronger endurance than her, and no one is more handsome and fit than her.

Also, no one is more daring and curious than her.

As early as when she was less than eighteen years old, she left the territory alone without her clan, sneaked into the grassland that was forbidden for people to enter, and returned with a swagger after crossing the entire grassland alone.

No one knows what the world is like for Jana, she doesn't say a word about the things on the way, only that the world in the territory is too small, and if she lives like this for the rest of her life, she will be disappointed in life.

For some reason, the Skava people of the distant Baisha tribe also came to present a generous gift consisting of thousands of livestock and various products, and named a special gift to the first warrior of the Centaur tribe, the "Red Whirlwind" Cana of the grassland.

It was only then that the centaurs suddenly realized that this lawless little girl had actually dealt with the Skava people, and had accidentally saved the son of the chief of the White Sands tribe.

If it weren't for Jana's help, Sheikh Wanfu's favorite son, Shif, might not have been kidnapped by the enemy, but also taken to a place far away from the tribe and killed.

Since receiving praise from the Skava people, the already well-known Gana has suddenly become famous, and the beauty and prestige of the "Red Whirlwind" are praised throughout the grassland.

The casual Cana is also a little flustered because of this, she not only forgets her reckless act of breaking the agreement, but also takes it for granted, and fantasizes about being the first person to break the century-old taboo.

It wasn't she who chose the grassland, but the grassland who chose her, and Jana was so conceited that her budding heart could no longer be locked in the border.

Later, she not only left the border many times without saying goodbye, ignoring the rules of the clan, but also persuaded more young female warriors to follow her to adventure outside the border.

This act of forgetting her ancestors naturally attracted the rebuke of the patriarchs, and at that time Jana still did not restrain herself, and this rebellious and bold behavior made her an idol in the hearts of female warriors.

Young people don't like to listen to old stubborns the most

The constraints placed on all races are so.

"Without the people, not a single centaur will survive in the grassland," the elders admonished Jana, "and your strength in the face of the grassland is no more than one of the weeds, at least the weeds can shake in the strong wind for many years."

"Centaurs can run freely wherever they are, and there should be no borders on the grassland."

Jana replied stubbornly.

Some say she competed with the warriors of Skava on the steppes, others say she was looking for treasures left by her ancestors, and others say she had a private meeting with the son of a chieftain of the White Sands......

In short, Jana's transgression was too brazen, and more and more warriors became impetuous, and the tribe became uneasy.

Eventually, the unbearable patriarchs publicly announced that the unrepentant Gana would be banished—the result of an unwillingness to punish Gana unduly in view of her well-known prestige on the grasslands.

At a certain stage in life, people always have to pay the price for the pleasure of youth and frivolity, and Jana was still happy that she had been liberated, completely unaware of what kind of fate awaited her.

As a token of gratitude, Jana took hundreds of like-minded sisters from her tribe in one fell swoop, formed an armed group of female warriors, and embarked on a journey to establish her own tribe.

Even if there is no male, Cana doesn't care, anyway, if a female warrior finds a Skawa warrior who can match her, she can also give birth to offspring, isn't this how people live from generation to generation?

Rather than the patriarchs pleading with the Skava, she had to live her life to the fullest.

Since leaving the Redmane Clan to set up her own and set up her own "Chinan" tribe, this young female leader has led her small tribe to wander the vast grasslands of Skava, living in the wind and frost and chasing water and grass.

On the way, Jana also meets Shif, who warns her not to despise the grasslands, tells her that she is going to the continent to complete the trial of becoming a knight leader, and invites her to leave the others behind and go with her.

Schiff said that he was also the son of the chief of Baisha, and that he had his own pastures and tribes, and that he was able to shelter a group of homeless people.

It's a pity that even if the "Golden Eagle" Schiff is quite a social cow on the grassland, he can't convince Jana, who has a heart higher than the sky, at this time, and the two broke up after a quarrel.

How can the proud "red whirlwind" casually accept the protection of the chief's son?

Obviously, he is Schiff's savior.......

According to the rules of the Centaur clan, a warrior is a family member for life, and must live together as a family, and members who betray the covenant will fend for themselves and cannot expect to receive assistance no matter what difficulties they encounter.

At that time, with her strong strength, Cana didn't take this matter to heart at all, and she didn't care about the tragic stories of those outliers in the past.

Rather than the strict rules and the days when she could see the end at a glance, she longed for the boundless and wonderful world that her childhood friends told her.

Banishment is banishment, wandering is wandering, adventure is adventure, loneliness is loneliness.

Then, she dreamed of living an unfettered life, like all the Centaur chieftains since ancient times, so that all the Skava would be so frightened at the sound of their horses' hooves that they could only pay tribute and revere the day before the day came.

Life in the grasslands was harder than expected, so hard that even the best young warriors of the Redmane Clan could not bear it.

The "Red Whirlwind", which once caused the Scava people to suffer on the battlefield, is no match for the harsh nature at all.

When I left home, I realized that a free life was not romantic at all, and it was full of dangers.

The livestock gifted by the patriarch when they left the herd was an important resource for the survival of the centaurs, and in addition to obtaining their own furs and milk, they could also be sent to exchange various supplies with the Skava tribe.

In fact, this means that the tribesmen have completely given away the gifts she received from the Baisha tribe, and since then they have been cut in two.

However, under the leadership of Jana, thousands of livestock, all of them were made up of females, and all of them died in a single winter from the starving beasts and the terrible cold

The tribe could not even find dry manure for heating.

The winter in the grassland was long, and several of Cana's sisters lost their lives to freezing and starvation, and some couldn't help but say goodbye, and the tribe lost two-thirds of its members before the winter.

Spring is becoming more and more distant, as if forever across the horizon of the steppe, no matter how much the gallop cannot approach.

As a result, the hungry and cold people could only return to their old business and do the traditional business of robbing houses on the grassland.

To do so is to break the rules.

In all fairness, this is not a manifestation of the ferocious temperament of the human horse, but the ecological rebellion of the grassland where the weak eat the strong.

In the difficult winter days, no matter what race and tribe, they are devouring each other to survive, and then revenge each other.

Last winter's winter was unusually cold, and the grasslands were equally harsh for all, with the small local Skava tribes either fleeing far south or banding together to form larger groups, making it more difficult to rob each other.

Jana's strength is far greater than that of ordinary centaur knights, and her strength has become the key to breaking the balance, and once the small tribe is discovered, it is difficult to resist, so they can only let them snatch up their supplies.

Not to mention that robbery is different from fighting, there is no honor at all, although the centaurs are not a group that attaches great importance to morality, but the lonely warrior "Red Whirlwind", who has always been clean and self-conscious, does not feel the joy of battle at all when facing those herdsmen who have to resist desperately at the end of the road, let alone can not bear the accusatory eyes of his subordinates when the battle fails.

Having never seen the widows and widows robbed of their winter supplies, and their inhuman eyes full of despair and hatred, Jana realized for the first time what fear was and was worried about her future.

In order to survive, this tribe of all elite female warriors has become a roving bandit, plundering more and more, causing more and more damage, and gradually becoming the public enemy of the grassland.

For a long time, Jana thought that she was unlucky, although she robbed some tribes, she never killed innocents, and she should not have been the target of public criticism.

This time, luck wasn't on her side.

The steppe did not believe in tears, and Jana soon paid the price for not killing all the women of those tribes.

The survivors fled to their relatives and friends, and their cries angered the Skava tribes everywhere.

As a result, the great patriarchs of the seven tribes, Caiyun, Baisha, Blue Thorn, Bihe, Qingfeng, Zi'an, and Canglin, were like bees that had been stabbed in their nests, and vowed to eliminate this group of scourges.

The current king of the grassland, King Shamang Khan, the patriarch of Jinqiu, also learned of the name of this group of people and horses, and put a reward on "Chinan".

Winter passed, and the spring in that Cana's memory was not green, but blood-colored.

The Skava tribes from far and wide have returned, not only in search of pasture, but also for revenge.

The elite battle group of less than 100 people became prey in the eyes of all tribes, and the Skava tribe exchanged news and cooperated with each other, so that the elite cavalry of the clan formed dozens of 100-man ranger brigades to chase the hoof prints of "Chinan" in the vast grassland.

The wildflowers on the grasslands bloomed and withered, the bones of the warriors of Chi Nan were left after the bloody battle, and when summer came, Jana rushed desperately towards the territory of the northern family with a body full of old and new scars and less than half of the members of the tribe before departure.

With no way out, the seven tribes are in hot pursuit, they want to avenge the death of thousands of tribesmen, and use the steppe people to execute this group of murderous people and horses.

She was scared, but it was too late.

Clan rules are clan rules, and no matter how much Cana and her companions plead, the centaurs who had been warned long ago were unmoved, and they were not allowed to enter the territory.

Pursued by thousands of cavalry from the seven major tribes, Cana's "Chinan" tribe was captured after a futile breakout.

Then came the joyful punishment that Jana would never want to recall, as all the Skava people tried to torture her in any way they could, humiliating the once terrifying "Red Whirlwind" without taking her life.

When she to

When she was about to become a sacrifice to the gods, one of the most vicious punishments she had ever heard befell her.

"Honorable chiefs, I have a bold idea that will calm everyone's anger."

A young man who had just returned from the kingdom of Herodes, covered in dust and almost covering his face with his beard, shouted in the midst of a group of Skava magnates, lest others not hear.

"It's not good if the punishment is too light," the chiefs said, "and if it's not an ingenious and interesting punishment, shut up."

"I'd like to buy some special slaves for my allegiance lords, like this group of mares." The young man said shyly, "My lord is a perverted demon prince, and he has the best ability to torture female slaves, so many tricks that female slaves will regret being born in the world."

Perverted demons? People's eyes lit up, and that sounded good.

Poor Cana was so frightened that she collapsed to the ground at that time, gods, demons, the demons who turned the continent upside down thirty years ago, let themselves become their slaves, it must be better than death.

"Sell all the mares to me to please the lord." The young man said to the chiefs, "I invite you to drink."

"Oh? What wine?" The chiefs' eyes brightened, "Good goods from the outside world?"

"That's right, if it doesn't taste good, I'll swallow the bottle." The young man swore an oath, "The old cellar of sweet water, Prince Herod has never drunk a bottle of thirty gold coins in Herod!" I'm in for a treat, and I'm open to drink!"

Thirty gold coins...... One bottle!

"When you drink, you have to talk about the tricks of the demons!"

Jana thinks that's what the men are looking for, and she's desperate.

"That's a must! To say that the lord's chief slave girl is also a god of light and order, not only born as beautiful as a delicate flower, but also with those two long legs......