Traveling through plateaus, mountains, jungles and swamps, far away from city-states, road networks, temples and farmland, crossing the northern border of the Aztlan Empire, the compressed world seemed to take a breather in an instant, extending the vast plains endlessly in all directions. unfold. In the blue sky and vast wilderness, when the wind blows, the surging weeds are like the waves of the sea. Uncut weeds grow unchecked. When the wind is strong, the sea of grassland is like an ebbing tide, revealing the cows and sheep hidden on the grassland.
A herd of bison gnaws greedily at the tender grass. The vast and traceless wilderness allows their bodies to grow freely and unrestrainedly. Adults weigh nearly a ton and can reach more than three meters in height. Their majestic shoulders are as tall as humps, their horns are thicker than an adult's arms, and their entire body is covered with dark, fluffy hair, allowing them to withstand the severe cold of winter.
But even so, in this wild grassland, they are still just prey. As the strong wind pushed down the grassland, a bison suddenly let out a cry of terror - it discovered that a gray wolf suddenly appeared in front of it.
The gray wolves on this grassland are far larger than anywhere else in the world. They are more than two meters long, weigh as much as a strong human soldier, and their bite force is three times that of a Tibetan Mastiff. If a single gray wolf is pulled out, it can fight a jaguar without losing. What's even more frightening is that, like their counterparts in other parts of the world, they still retain the fine tradition of team hunting.
There was one gray wolf, and there was a second, and a third... By the time the cattle reacted, they were already surrounded by more than twenty gray wolves.
Imagine a scene of twenty jaguars hunting. The teamwork ability of gray wolves is far beyond the reach of jaguars. Although this group of bison is larger and more numerous than gray wolves, the fear of gray wolves has been deeply engraved in their genes through thousands of years of confrontation. Without any organized resistance, all these behemoths did was flee.
The impact of the running bison was far greater than that of the chariot. They easily broke through the encirclement of the gray wolves and knocked several gray wolves blocking the road away several meters. But this does not give them the confidence to win. They run, they run, they run. Their opponents are not the wild wolves behind them, but the companions around them - they know that this group of wild wolves will never let go of their prey; You know, this pack of wild wolves will chase them until they are exhausted. Their only chance of survival is their companions. As long as one of their companions falls before them, the remaining ones will have a chance to escape while the gray wolf gnaws!
It’s not that bison are weak. In this grassland, not only bison, but also moose, jaguars, and even grizzly bears and cougars are all prey of gray wolves. They are one of the top predators on this continent, and even once became the totem of some tribes because of their ferocity.
As for why it is said to be "one" - it is because there is still a predator on this grassland that is better than them.
The wolves, vying to bite their prey and greedily devouring flesh and blood, suddenly raised their heads one after another. Their ears, hair, and tails all stood up like an electric shock, and their green eyes looked around cautiously, anticipating the approaching danger.
Just as the wolves approach the bison with caution, so too do the wolves' enemies approach the wolves with caution. They move in groups like gray wolves, and their size and weight are similar to gray wolves. They don't have the sharp claws or the sharp teeth of gray wolves, and they don't even have fur on the surface of their bodies to keep out the cold. However, they are truly the predators at the top of this grassland——
What announced the start of the hunt was a rising plume of smoke. Several sharpened sticks suddenly flew out of the grass, and one of them accurately hit the alpha wolf in the pack. Then, as if the sky was angry, a circle of fire suddenly appeared on the grassland that only appeared during a thunderstorm.
The fearsome predators burst out of the grass brandishing flaming sticks. They don't have sharp teeth because they can cut their prey with sharpened stones; they don't have sharp claws because sticks tied with stones would do a better job than claws; they don't have fur to keep out the cold because the fur has already If it grows on the prey, it just needs to be peeled off.
They are "people", the undisputed kings of beasts in this wild grassland!
Commanding the group of predators is one of the female hatchlings. Her chest, waist, forearms, and calves were all wrapped with fur peeled from a moose, and she wore a hat sewn with wolf skin on her head. The gray-white wolf hair hung down from the back like her hair. The two sides are also decorated with a pair of large horns broken off from the head of a bison.
Apart from that, the rest of her body was openly exposed to the sky. On that dark skin, there are many triangular patterns painted with precious red pigment. From a distance, they look like scars of honor.
She was holding a cane in her hand, with two rocks tied to both sides of the cane. She waved the center part of the cane, and the two rocks on both sides whirred in the air.
The wolves began to flee.
"You scared away my bison!"
She shouted angrily at the wolves and threw the cane away. The flying vines were driven by the stone and bound a gray wolf's feet, tripping it to the ground. She immediately ran out, pounced on the fallen prey, and hit the gray wolf on the ground with her flexible forelimbs that had evolved to grasp objects.
She was accompanied by more than a dozen adult male individuals when hunting. They hold a torch in one hand and a stone ax or a stone spear in the other. While running upright on their hind legs, they use complex roars to convey accurate information and round up the wolves in front of them.
"I'm so angry!" The female cub sat down on the dead gray wolf angrily, pouring water down her throat from a container made of clay.
"Be careful, Wuwuyi, you may choke if you drink like this." A male adult said from the side, "Although wolves have much less meat than cows, they still have a different taste. Our chief's favorite food is roasted wolf meat. .”
"I don't care what my father likes to eat." said the female cub called Wuwuyi. "I want to catch the bison because I want to ride on it! The wolf is about the same size as me. If you ride on it, your legs will be dragged down. On the ground!"
"Wuwuyi, can you explain what 'riding' means?"
"Lolos, haven't you seen the man named Hestein who came to see my father before? He was sitting on an animal, and the animal was carrying him around. That's called riding. Originally, I I wanted to try it with bison.”
The man named Lolos nodded: "Ah! You mean that magical witchcraft!"
"I don't think it's witchcraft. Didn't you notice? When those people asked what 'riding' was, they had a completely mocking look on their faces!" Wuwuyi wiped the water from her mouth and pouted angrily. Putting the kettle down, "Father, I can't bear it anymore, but I can't stand this. In short, I must master the 'riding' technique!"
(End of chapter)
