Under the flickering light of the fire were soldiers waiting for battle. Their taxi spirit is not high, but when the complex emotion mixed with fear, hope and uncertainty is stirred by someone with strong appeal, it becomes a more multi-level but single state. It''s a state similar to anger, but what drives the force through the body is not the anger burning in the heart, but the strange tranquility in the brain. In this tranquility, people escape from the fear of death for a short time, and are replaced by contempt for death. And the cause of their contempt for death was the man at the front of the line, the young man who had straightened his back in the night, who was their leader.


    Before today, uville was regarded as a promising young leader by his clan. His wisdom, judgment, and ability to unite the tribes are growing day by day. No one doubts that when he is young, he will become a famous grassland overlord. But today, today, at this very moment, when all the members of the shale tribe looked at the figure standing in front of them, they realized that their leader was no longer the seed of the future. He was a butterfly that had broken out of the cocoon and a cicada monkey climbing the tree trunk. It seemed that he had completed the transformation that should have been completed for decades in this short day. Just standing there, his people will be excited.


    In the past, rituals were held before the start of this battle, in which soldiers would pray for the blessing of the gods under the guidance of shamans, drink spirits to dispel fear, and scratch the skin to arouse anger and war with pain and blood. But now, these rituals are neither necessary nor important, because the people of shales have found something better than the spirits, the spirits, and the wounds, to stir up their inner fanaticism. At this moment, all faith and respect have become the infinite worship of ouvier.


    At this time, uville had the conditions to become a hero. He could capture the hearts of all the people and become a part of the legend only one step away. And this last step is also the most difficult. He needs merit. He needs something to make him a legend! That achievement is coming.


    The shadow swam in the grass, like a shark in the water, showing only a little dorsal fin. Uville gazed at those approaching against the grass, his eyes turning to the color of olivine, and the darkness was no longer a hindrance to his sight.


    "Dong, Dong, Dong" weird beating sound accompanied by the first black shadow in the fire, which is an uncommon creature on the grassland, and herdsmen only rarely see it near the mountain area. A black bear, but this black bear is different from the black bear in people''s cognition. This black bear walks upright like a man, and holds two things on the fat paw. It is the knocking of these two things that makes the sound just now. It''s a percussion device made of human skulls and drumsticks made of leg bones.


    This scene will never make people feel comfortable, in the cold moonlight, standing black bear beating the instrument made of human bones. I''m afraid that this scene alone is enough to stop the crying of children and silence the voice of warriors. This is also the bad taste of skinners. Before killing their prey, they always try their best to make the other party feel afraid, but the purpose is not to let them give up resistance. On the contrary, skinners are keen to stimulate the survival desire of their prey. They think that the flesh and blood of the creatures killed in this state is the sweetest.


    But this time, their prey is a little different. "Bang!" The blade of the machete hits the chest, making a dull sound, and then the raised blade reflects dazzling brilliance in the fire light. "Bang!" The leader''s actions led to imitation, first the soldiers around him, and then all the soldiers, who imitated uyville, hit their chest with weapons, and in this kind of impact completely removed the oppressive feeling brought by the enemy. So the black bear stopped its movement. The skinners didn''t see such a bold leader. They knew how to deal with such a person.


    "Whoosh!" In the grass, the low-lying shadow reached the larynx of uville in an instant. Yes, a courageous leader can really give his supporters the courage to continue fighting in adversity. But what if he dies in front of his supporters? One second before that, he was still holding a weapon, with an unyielding leader in his eyes. The next moment, he covered his throat and knelt down like a poor animal. What kind of expression would his supporters and his people show? It''s exciting just to think about it. How ironic and humorous it should be!


    However, the cruel farce of the skinners did not come true tonight. Because the man they want to kill is not a simple warrior. No one could see how uville had grasped the claw that was about to slit his throat, just as no one had seen how the half man, half cat creature had jumped out of the grass. The clawed monster is between an adult and a child, with slender but muscular limbs, triangular ears and a tuft of pointed hairs at the top. The iconic double ears and cat like shape make it easy to understand what kind of animal the Skinner is wearing, the lynx, a cat that also lives in cold regions.


    However, the Skinner is not as smart and elegant as a living lynx. It gives people a sense of disharmony. The proportions of limbs, head and trunk are neither human nor cat. Weird. That''s probably the simplest explanation. However, uville didn''t really care how to describe the appearance of the thing, because he didn''t intend to let it live for long. The machete, while half human and half cat''s thing was still surprised, had already penetrated into its abdomen!The Skinner will not be hurt by the swords of mortals. This is because their skins have been treated by evil witchcraft, and they have extraordinary toughness. Ordinary metals can''t cut them. However, this does not mean that the Skinner can be truly invincible in the face of any iron weapon. The reason is very simple. The skin they wear is not born. Therefore, when putting on the skin, there is always a gap, which is only as long as the palm of a hand.


    The stinky liquid splashed down the place where the machete had penetrated, and urwell didn''t intend to pull out the weapon, so he threw his opponent in front of the black bear. More shadows appeared in the grass, quickly covering the existence of lynx skin. When the darkness faded, only a piece of broken fur was left.


    "That''s all you do?"


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