Even the Tubu sheep seemed to mock him. He could find traces of them without blowing off dust. Their excrement, hoofs, snow, exposed hay and gnawed away the bark, but they always seemed to avoid him. He could not even see a piece of wool. On the third evening, the ancestors finally decided to repay him. durotan was determined that dusk was coming, and he thought sadly that he should find a place to stay to end the harvest. One day, he suddenly found that some balls were not frozen and sheep dung was still fresh.
They are nearby.
He ran, the snow creaked in his boots, and the warmth covered him. He followed the trace and climbed a small slope with familiarity.
Saw a group of beautiful creatures.
He quickly crouched behind a boulder and probed to see that their fur was still dark brown. In the snow, it looked extremely obvious that winter was coming too soon. They had not come to change their white camouflage. This group was twenty or more less, and most of them were females. It was certainly an improvement, but he faced a new problem. How to kill one of the Tubu sheep? Unlike ordinary prey, they would protect every one of them. Once attacked, the rest of them would protect it.
In the hunting team, shamans are responsible for helping hunters distract their prey, while durotan is alone, and he suddenly feels strong.
Dulong frowned and refreshed himself. He searched for the sheep for nearly three days, and now they are in front of him. When night falls, the young orcs will spit out raw meat or turn into a stiff corpse in the snow.
He watched them, and their shadows grew longer and longer with the sunset, but he couldn’t be impatient. He didn’t want to make a fatal mistake in a hurry. Tubu sheep are Japanese action creatures. Now they are busy digging holes in the snow and crouching to rest. This is their nature. He knows that they lie next to each other and come to Dulong. The more they look, the more depressed they are. How can he catch one alone?
Something moved and attracted his attention. It was a young female sheep that was fed with fresh strawberries in summer. She seemed very excited, stamped her feet, raised her beautiful horns and danced around the sheep. She didn’t seem to want to join the large group, but one or two brothers chose to sleep outside in a spacious place.
Durotan couldn’t help grinning. This is really a beautiful gift from Elemental Spirit. This is a good sign. The most active and healthy female in the flock doesn’t blindly follow and choose her own path like other sheep. Although this choice may probably lead to her death, it also gives durotan a chance to win honor and adult benefits. Elemental Spirit understands this balance. Few people say so.
Durotan patiently waited for dusk to come and go, and the sun gradually sank into the mountains. When the last ray of sunshine faded, it emitted a little warmth and disappeared. Dulong Tan patiently waited for the hunter, and finally the most restless sheep folded their long legs and the other sheep fell asleep together.
Finally, Dulong took action. His limbs were numb and he almost fell down. He slowly slipped from his hiding place and his eyes never left the sleeping ewe. She hung her head, breathed evenly and fogged in the air conditioning.
He moved cautiously to his prey. He didn’t feel cold. He looked forward to it eagerly. His mind drove away all physical discomfort. The closer he got, the more the Tubu ewe was still asleep.
He raised his axe with a wave of his hand
Her eyes suddenly opened.
She struggled to get up, but the fatal blow had already fallen. At this moment, durotan wanted to shout for the first time like his father, but he didn’t shout after all. After all, he didn’t want to be trampled to death by sheep full of revenge and anger. After he carefully polished the axe, the blade was sharper than it cut through her thick neck. The spine was like cutting cheese, and the warm and sticky liquid splashed all over Dulong Tan. He smiled and killed his prey for the first time. The blood stained his body was part of the ceremony. Now this part was completed by her, which is another good sign.
He tried to keep quiet as much as possible, but he still heard the sound of sheep waking up. He quickly turned around and gasped and shouted at the long-awaited screaming. The shiny blade of the axe was dimmed by blood. He squeezed the handle of the axe and roared again.
Tabu sheep hesitated. They told him that the clean blow would make the sheep flee rather than attack, because they would know that they had helped their sisters. He hoped this was true. They attacked him, and he might be able to put down one or two, but in the end he would escape the fate of falling on the sheep’s hoof.
They moved, they stepped back in unison, turned around and ran. He watched them run down a small slope, over the top of the slope and disappeared in the snow, leaving a string of hoofprint. They used to prove it here.
Durotan lowered his axe, gasped, and held it high and roared with victory. Tonight, his belly will be filled with flesh and blood, and the soul of Tubu sheep will enter his dream. In the morning, he will return an adult to his clan and prepare for the clan to take responsibility.
Be prepared to lead the clan one day.
Why can’t you ride a wolf? durotan asked impatiently, staring at her like a child.
Because this is the ancestor Doka Shuer’s mother briefly said that she gave the boy a palm angrily. durotan’s long journey to the holy mountain is nothing to him, but she is different. She is old and weak. If she can ride her huge black wolf dream and walk instead of walking, she will be grateful, but the ancient tradition is inviolable. If she can walk for one day, she will definitely walk hard. durotan will bow her head and move on with recognition.
Although in recent years, every time she walked this road, she felt more and more powerless. This time, Kashuer’s mother was driven away by a kind of excitement. She had led countless boys and girls through this road to complete the last part of the adult ceremony, but she had never seen any young man named by her ancestors. She was old, but she still did not lose her curiosity.
For young people, it takes several hours to reach their destination, while for old people, it takes nearly one day. When dusk falls, the holy mountain is finally in sight. Mother Kashuer looks up at the sacred mountain and is familiar with the outline. She can’t help smiling. The Woshugu ridge is not as uneven as other mountains. Its peak is a perfect triangle. Its delicate surface reflects the sun’s light and shines like crystal. The surrounding landforms are very different. Long, long ago, it descended from the sky, and the ancestors’ souls were immediately attracted. Therefore, the beast talents were built in its sacred shadow. The ancestors’ souls discussed how to argue and disagree before their death. In this mountain, they are all one. She knows that she will come back here soon, but she will no longer be an old woman who is stumbling. This will be her last visit in this decrepit body. Kashur will bring a soul to connect with SB virus like a bird, and the soul she cares about in her heart will be cleaned up.
What’s the matter? Mother durotan asked. The young voice was full of cuts. She blinked and pulled her wandering thoughts back to reality and smiled at him.
Nothing. She sincerely assured him.
By the time they reached the foot of the mountain, the setting sun had been replaced by a deep night shadow. They were going to climb the mountain at dawn on this camping day tonight. durotan was wrapped in the female wool of Tabu, who had just been killed, and fell asleep first. Kashuer’s mother looked at him lovingly. His dream must be naive for an inexperienced teenager, and she wouldn’t dream tonight. She was taught by her ancestors that her mind must be absolutely clear.
Climbing along the long mountain road is more tiring than the long journey from home to the mountain. Kashur is gratified by her strong walking stick and durotan’s strong arms. But today, her steps seem to be more steady than usual, and her breathing is smoother. It seems that the ancestors’ spirits are pulling her forward. Soul strength, her old body.
They stopped in front of the sacred cave. The hole is perfectly oval and embedded in the smooth surface of the sacred mountain. Kashur felt as if he had entered the underground palace. Usually, durotan tried to be brave, but in the end he seemed a little nervous. She didn’t laugh, so he should be nervous. He came to the holy land at the call of a long-dead ancestor, and even she was indifferent to it.
She lit a bunch of dried grass and gave off a spicy and sweet smell. She waved the grass in her hand and let the smoke cover durotan to purify him. Then she took a small leather bag and kept the blood donated by Dulong Tan’s father in this ceremony. She smeared the blood on his thin hand, put his head down, bowed his eyebrows and nodded his head.
You also know that people who are summoned to the ancestors almost never follow the shaman road. She said seriously that durotan nodded her head with big brown eyes. I don’t know what will happen later, maybe nothing will happen, but what really happened, you should know how to watch your manners and show respect for our beloved death.
Durotan swallowed water and nodded again. He took a deep breath and straightened up. At this moment, Kashur saw the shadow of the future patriarch from his untested figure.
They entered the cave together. Kashur walked in front, lit the wall, arranged torches, and circled down the road. This road has been polished by the orc’s feet for many years. From time to time, the steps of pilgrimage are more stable. This cave is always cool and pleasant and warmer than outside winter. Kashur touched the wall and recalled that he had first come here many years ago. He remembered that his face was stained with his mother’s blood and entered the tunnel. His eyes were full of surprise and expectation, and his heart was pounding wildly.
Finally, the road stopped descending and the wall stopped burning. durotan looked at her puzzled.
We don’t have to take fire to meet our ancestor Kashur, explaining that they took the flat road ahead and marched into the darkness. durotan was not afraid, but his face did show a little doubt when they walked with the fire warm.
They have gone into the darkness where they can’t see clearly. Kashur took Dulong’s hand and led him forward. His thick and short fingers gently held her hand. Even in this case, he didn’t hold my hand tightly for fear of pinching me. She wanted to be considerate of the head of the Frostwolf clan.