The Netherworld, the wild land.
The sky hangs upside down, and the wind and snow are boundless.
"Come on……"
The strange call sounded again, lingering in my ears.
In recent days, Rock has heard it several times.
It is such a sound that is like the magic sound of nature, causing rocks to follow the sound from thousands of miles away.
I asked the shepherd and my sister Aduo many times, and they all said that I was hearing hallucinations.
However, when he heard such a sound coming from this direction, he still brought his sister here.
His father Ada was a warrior of the Rock Tribe and died in an inter-tribal battle not long ago.
The broken knife in his hand was broken in that battle.
But Shi Yan knew that his father was trying to protect the tribe because he was a warrior of the tribe.
The direction from which the magic sound came happened to be where the sacred mountain considered by all the people in the wilderness was.
The rock wishes to make a pilgrimage to the sacred mountain.
I pray that I will have a strong body like my father and become a warrior of the Rock Tribe.
He is only a twelve-year-old child, far from being a warrior.
If you want to become a warrior, you have to go through some fights to be recognized by your tribe. Such fights may also be fatal.
…
Just when they came to the foot of the sacred mountain, they met a group of immortals.
The immortal deprived him of everything with just a raise of his hand. What was even more terrifying was the endless pain and torture imposed on the rock.
Remember……
The handsome and noble man who stole the she-wolf, and the little old man with green hair and a strange cane...
Hatred made him recall these things over and over again, seeming to leave a mark on his mind.
That handsome man.
A man who is like a god, but a devil.
Those scenes were still before his eyes. The bastard used immortal methods to torture himself, forcing him to say things he couldn't understand.
The handsome guy's hands were spinning with light, stepping on his thin self.
First, he used charcoal to outline the outline of a sheep on his chest. He held a sharp short knife in his silver-gloved hand and scraped off a piece of stone that emitted a dark light from the box he took out from his arms.
The sharp dagger suddenly turned as black as ink. He used this dagger again and again, regardless of his own screams.
Just like that, he carved a sheep's head on his chest bit by bit.
He saw that handsome but ferocious face, which he would never forget.
"Haha, look, it's just a lamb waiting to be slaughtered."
The handsome bastard's disdainful voice lingered for a long time, almost making one's heart palpitate as it was squeezed out from between his teeth.
And the little old man with green hair had already gone a long way and turned back.
He used his long cane to pierce his forehead and stir it, completely erasing everything, making the rock so painful that he almost wanted to die.
"...My tribe and I don't want to serve you anymore, haha,..."
The rock should have been dead at that time.
Otherwise, the little old man would not let it go.
The rock finally saw his twisted face, an expression beyond words.
There is relief, nostalgia, disgust and hatred, and resentment.
In the opinion of the little old man, it is impossible for a weak person who has suffered such heavy injuries to survive in such a wind and snow.
What's more, they are still suffering from such a poison, that kind of thing, even if people like them get a little bit of it, they will die. No one can get away with it.
Maybe it's the miracle of life. Maybe the two lambs warmed the little life with their bodies and revived the rock.
…
The staggering footsteps of the rock swayed towards the hollow of the dead tree not far away.
He must let himself live and do whatever it takes to survive.
Because he hates that man.
Because my sister is still alive.
He grabbed the short knife that had turned as black as ink.
One day, he would retaliate and use this short knife to carve a sheep's head on the handsome man's chest.
No
He wanted to carve a sheep's head on his handsome and outrageous face and humiliate him with all his strength.
Two lambs squeezed in, giving him warmth and allowing him to survive in the ice and snow. They were his good friends, and now they were also his hope for survival.
…
Another hope of living is the shell hanging in front of him, swaying in the cold wind, telling him that he is still in this world, and there is a sister in the distance somewhere.
"A'duo, A'duo!..."
The constant chanting is a kind of faith and strength that supports him to live.
The distant horizon holds his hatred.
Rock didn't dare to sleep, even if his eyelids were so heavy that he was about to fall off, he still had to grit his teeth and persevere.
He was afraid that he would not wake up, and that he would forget everything.
His hatred and concern kept repeating in his mouth.
Even though there was a heart-wrenching pain in his forehead and chest, and he was in agony, at this moment, it was completely replaced by hatred and hope, and living became his only belief at this moment.
Hope and hatred are the forces that support him to survive.
…
He hated those extremely powerful immortals who thought nothing of human life.
But at the same time, he desperately longs for such power.
I have been living in the wilderness since I was a child, and I have seen too many predators of the weak and the strong.
Natural selection and survival of the fittest are the rules of this world.
That's why he worked hard and traveled thousands of miles to come here.
He believed that the magic sound would bring him good luck.
Although for now, it brings endless torture and suffering.
But he hasn't reached his destination yet, and he hasn't discovered where the magic sound really is.
A short knife was pinned to a rock and covered with tattered clothes. Such a short knife was very precious to the wilderness people.
Even the entire Rock Tribe only has twelve scimitars, which are controlled by twelve warriors together with the clan leader. The rest of the warrior tribe can only use bone knives made of ordinary animal bones.
Just because his father is dead, the young and ignorant Rock is not yet qualified to become a warrior.
It was only half a broken sword, and Iwagen and his three sons, who were also twelve warriors, chased it all the way.
If Rock hadn't racked his brains and got the better of him, I really don't know what would have happened.
He tightened the broken knife in his hand and brushed the shell around his neck with his other hand. It was his courage and strength to overcome everything.
The rock stepped out of the tree hole and headed towards the sacred mountain.
…
Tap tap tap, the sound of horse hooves.
The galloping horse stopped in front of the rock, and the tall and burly man leading it greedily stared at the broken knife in his hand.
"My dear boy, where is your she-wolf?"
The visitors, Yan Gen and his three sons, were actually found. Yan Gen sighed in his heart, but it was reasonable to think about it.
The wilderness is indeed boundless, but for the people of the Rock Tribe, it cannot be any smaller. Their living space is only so large.
Other places are other people's territory, and the small rock tribe dare not set foot easily.
Especially so, Ada still died in the battle for living space, and the family lost their qualifications as a warrior and was bullied.
Rock calmly grasped the broken knife, ready to give it a try.
"Hey! This is it!"
