"A long, long, long time ago..... At that time, everything was much simpler and more chaotic. Hekate sat on his throne and spoke in a low voice.

"In those days, there were much more frequent conquests between tribes than they are now, and no tribe had established stable relations with outsiders, and all the natives were divided by tribes with strict boundaries. Any small dispute can turn into a protracted bloody conflict, in which the powerful tribes plunder the weaker tribes, and the smaller tribes temporarily unite to resist in order to survive, only to be thrown into chaos again when the situation changes at all. There was a hint of sarcasm in her flat tone.

"Look, how ridiculous, it's as if they're trapped in a loop, never able to break free.... At the time, the land was a melting pot. To survive here, you must either become incredibly hard or reduced to a lump of ashes. After a long tempering of blood and fire, the strong will eventually stand out from the mediocrity! There is a group of people who are like this, they shocked the north of this land with super strength at that time, so that almost all the tribes here had to bow down before them.... The name of that group is Curly Hair. Andy was stunned for a moment when he heard this term, after all, it was not the first time he had heard it.

Hekat was aware of this.

"Looks like you've heard of curly hair, right?" Andy nodded.

"Some of the tribesmen have talked to me, but their reputation doesn't seem to be very good," Hekat let out a low, terrible laugh.

"Those stupid and cowardly natives, even though their curls have disappeared, there is still boundless fear in their hearts. At that time, the tribes were required to pay regular tribute to the curly hair, and if they did not pay it on the time limit or shoddy, it would be better to wait for the entire tribe to be slaughtered. Curly hair used to be the absolute ruler of the land, and of course they were afraid, and they were right. Andy thought to himself, so-called

According to the tribal tradition of this region, including but not limited to any form of supplies and slaves, if they refuse to resist, extortion will turn into looting and then massacre.

Of course, the curly hair must also be indispensable to the daily raids and raids, and the passers-by or the caravan they bump into will meet with terrible things.

This practice is still practiced by tribes today, such as the hunting party of the Blackfoot tribe, but fortunately they should gradually reduce this banditry after Kurisu agrees to reform.

He looked at Hekate's hair again, and the hairstyle was exactly the same as that of Hekate's daughter, all curled into braids, which was so recognizable.

"Did you notice?" Hekate reached out and picked up a pigtail.

"That's right, as you might guess, this hairstyle is the tradition of the Curly Hair Tribe, and of course I used to belong to the Curly Hair Tribe...."Andy looked at Hecate's hairstyle, and then thought of the exact same hairstyle that the daughters of Hecate wore outside, and now he knew where the roots of these unique customs came from.

"So, what happened to the curly hair?" Hekate withdrew his hand and was silent for a moment, then categorically stated.

"Curly hair is dead, there is no second curly hair man besides me, my compatriots are either dead or.... No, they're all dead. The one who used to belong to the curly hair group is actually long dead, and there is no curly hair in the world anymore, and I know this, this hairstyle is just a trivial memorial to them. ”

"Who destroyed curly hair?" Andy asks the question he'd always wanted to know, if Curly Hair was the most powerful tribe ever, it shouldn't disappear overnight.

For now, the strongest tribe in the north of the Buraku region is the Ouroboros, a group that has evolved to the level of a tribal alliance with great potential for development.

The most powerful tribe in the south is the Blackfoot, who are rich in martial arts and have a large population, and they are constantly converting members from the outside through the self-redemption of slaves, and their strength will continue to increase after they have obtained the ability to mass-produce regular firearms.

But where did the curly hair go, the main members of Ouroboros Village, except for the tribal native children who had been absorbed from everywhere, were the descendants of the vipers who had escaped from the west.

"Caesar's legion .... And the natives. Hekate's face had a look of hatred.

....................... Andy emerges from the Santa Tower, and Hekate tells him a long story.

At the beginning of this story, the main character is a little girl born into a tribe with curly hair. The little girl has no name, her name resembles a title that has been passed down from generation to generation

"Position", because in the curly-haired tribe in which she belongs, there is a religion that circulates. At the heart of this religion is the spirit of the desire to be released, and each religious leader is a woman who serves for life, and when she is about to die, she will choose a girl to be her successor.

Thus, the child will inherit the one that will be passed down from generation to generation after her death

"Name", i.e.: Dark Mother. The Darkmother is actually the high priestess of the primitive religion of the Curly-Haired tribe, who is required to preside over a series of rituals and various complex activities, as well as work part-time as a shaman in the general tribe, and take on medical and prophetic obligations.

The Curly-haired tribe's Dark Mother lineage is quite complex, with the selected children receiving a series of initiation rituals and a great deal of traditional knowledge at an early age.

It's all talent, but the heirs chosen by the Dark Mother have always been the most gifted in the tribe, and that's to mention their mysterious prophetic abilities.

It is precisely because of such a powerful kernel architecture that the furious curly hair tribe has an astonishing fertility rate, and they use this huge population completely for foreign conquest, plundering and enslavement have become their daily routine, and curly hair has gradually become a nightmare in the hearts of the tribesmen in the entire tribal area.

After taking control of the entire northern region, they began to march southward, and soon they had their sights set on the powerful Blackfoot tribe.

Coincidentally, the Blackfoot tribe has been behaving almost the same as theirs, in order to destroy the Blackfoot tribe, the Curly Hair tribe cleverly took advantage of the resentment of the southern tribes against the Blackfoot tribe, and used various means to collude with multiple tribes to form a coalition against the Blackfoot tribe.

Although Blackfoot's strength was not weaker than that of Curly Hair at the time, if such a group of enemies attacked at the same time, Blackfoot would be difficult to parry.

They were trapped in the tribe, and their nerves became more and more tense. Hekat didn't really know what happened after that, but when Blackfoot was about to fail, someone suddenly helped them to come back to life.

The Black-footed men seemed to have learned overnight, and they suddenly learned advanced marching strategies and the proper use of complex firearms, and the ancient iron rods, which were disliked by the natives as good as bows and arrows, became unstoppable in their hands.

The southern tribes, which were originally a group of wall-to-wall grasses, were violently swallowed up after being attacked by Blackfoot, and Curly then had to face a powerful enemy to fight back.

It was also during that period of contact that the Curly Haired learned that this group of powerful men called themselves Caesar's Legion, most of them were from the Blackfoot tribe, and there were also some other natives who joined them in subsequent battles, and all the members were under the orders of the war chief named Caesar, who taught all the natives extraordinary combat skills and directly commanded all the battles.

After that, almost exactly the same situation took place in the north, when Caesar's legion incited the hateful northern tribes of Curly Hair to cooperate with them in attacking Curly Hair, a call that was immediately strongly supported by the northern tribesmen because of Curly's cruel behavior.

When Curly Hair was defeated and defeated on all sides, under strong external pressure, there was finally a split within the Curly Hair tribe.

The faction of chiefs, led by the old chieftain, believed that the strength of the legion was unquestionable, and that they had no other way but to surrender and make friends.

The Dark Mother faction, led by the newly appointed Young Dark Mother, believes that surrendering to the Legion is a dead end. Because the Legion has always taken thorough assimilation measures, once Curly Hair is soft, the Legion cannot let them go, and Curly Hair should continue to fight to the last man.

The disagreement ended in the chieftain's victory. Most of the Curly Haired men chose to compromise and surrender to the Legion, promising not to fight against the Legion again.

They were even willing to serve as the advance party of the Legion to help the Legion continue to annex other small tribes, and on the condition that they were familiar with the northern regions for a long time, become Scouts of the Legion.

The Legion grew stronger, and when the role of curls began to diminish after a few years, they were finally destroyed.

On that occasion, the Legion asked most of the Curly-haired members to go to a place in the far southwest called the Dry Well to scout.

No one knows what happened to the dry well. What Hekat knew was that the curls had since disappeared, and there the legions must have gathered forces to surround the curls who knew nothing about their fate and carried out a bloody massacre.

Curly's strength has completely lost its ability to protect itself, and the legion easily razes the curly-haired tribe to the ground, and all curly-haired women, children, and elderly people are executed on the spot or crucified to death.

In the chaos, only the dark mother of the curly-haired tribe escaped. She watched the curly-haired tribe devastated by the burning and corpse-strewn ground, and after vowing revenge on the Legion and all the natives who helped it, she had to flee north, as the Legion was still searching for anything that slipped through the net.

Alone in the wasteland, she tries to find the tribes that have made alliances with Curly Hair, trying to evade the Legion and unite them to fight back against the Legion.

However, the once obedient tribesmen have changed their faces, and their hatred for the curls and fear of the Legion has led them to refuse to allow the Dark Mother to take refuge in the village, and some have even taken the opportunity to kill the killer in exchange for the Legion's appreciation.

As a last resort, she went into exile further north, an area that was almost deserted.