In the awesome north wind, a little snowflake flew down and fell on the tip of Amira's cold mist. He felt the remaining heat under his old skin, and slowly melted into a drop of water and flowed down. ▲∴

This year's winter will come very early and very cold.

Amira didn't blink, and her eyes were still staring at the valley beneath her feet. Her breathing was not chaotic at all, just like a clay sculpture with a little vital sign. However, with just a little touch on her nose, he could vaguely feel the rhythm and will of the world contained in this snowflake. He was a shaman, and his life and soul were throbbing with this world at any time.

"The first heavy snow this year will be in forty-two days." Not far away, Poliluo Langxue said lightly. This is a shaman under sixty years old, from the Silver Bear Tribe. With his affection for snow and a deeper feeling, he can better understand the deeper meaning behind these snowflakes. Being able to gain recognition from the big wolf at his age and become a wolf shaman is one of the few geniuses.

A genius like him would not have lived for too long in previous years.

There will always be a blizzard that the entire tribe cannot withstand. The overwhelming heavy snow will last for dozens of days. Even the wild beasts will pretend to die in the underground nest, hoping that the terrifying winter will pass as soon as possible. At that time, these shamans who are close to the ice and snow elves will stand up and pray for such a blizzard to stop.

Their prayers will be responded to, and the ice and snow elves will regain the raging cold wave. There are many people and beasts on the prairie who will have a chance to survive and their vitality will continue, but the ice and snow elves will also take away part of their lives and souls. But they will not resist. Because they are shamans, their lives and souls have long been dedicated to the big wolf. They are dedicated to the elves of heaven and earth, just waiting for the opportunity for them to take back.

"If it were in previous years, this winter would be very difficult, and I don't know how many people would die." On the other hand, a shaman who was as thin as a skeleton said coldly, as if he had recalled the coldness of the blizzard, and tightened his ragged animal skin robe.

"It won't start this year." Polilu Langxue's voice was a little hot and confident. Among the shamans, even if he was still a young shaman, this tone was rare.

"Yes. No." The other shamans couldn't help but speak and respond, with rare vitality in their voices.

Amira didn't say anything, but his eyes as he looked at the valley below could not help but become more powerful and pious. The other shamans were also, and no one's eyes left when they were just talking.

In the valley below is a small, small valley, about a hundred feet in radius, surrounded by cliffs that cannot be climbed by monkeys, like a giant stone container. At this moment, more than a dozen pairs of eyes that faintly emit green light were quietly lurking in the shadow at the bottom of the container. They were dozens of young wolves.

More than ten days ago, the number of young wolves below was ten times that of now. However, without any food, 90% of the young wolves have become food for other survivors. The young wolves who are qualified to be placed here are the strongest, smartest and bravest cubs born this year in the grassland wolf pack. Now the ten left are undoubtedly the strongest, smartest and cunning ones.

And after today, the last one left is the truly strongest, smartest and cunning one. Everyone here is waiting for that result. The only thing that can bring together all the wolf shamans on the grassland is this time of year, at this ceremony.

And this year will be the last year.

The sound of silence slowly extended from the hillside behind. The wolf shamans didn't care, not even a single turn, and they still bet their eyes and spirits in the shadows at the bottom of the valley.

A huge scorpion-like giant insect slowly climbed to the top of the mountain. The giant insect's movements were very light, like a servant walking in front of a noble elder. The huge limbs seemed to carefully choose each place of his landing, but even so, he did not dare to climb to the top of the mountain completely, and to the height that belonged only to the wolf shamans, he could only carefully poke his small half of his body up.

"Wisdom Amira, your son, Chief Anluo wants to see you." An old man with only a head whispered on the head of the giant insect in a rustling sound that looked like a rustling sound of insects. This old man had no body, and his simple head was covered with carapaces that only insects had, which looked like a lump on the head of the giant insect. But even his facial features covered with carapaces and the sound of insects, he showed respect and obedience. The wolf shamans were the closest servants of the big wolf, and the most noble person recognized by all tribes. His status was far beyond the reach of other shamans.

Amira Wolf Cold Fog seemed to have not heard it, and still stared at the bottom of the valley like a wooden carving. The other shamans did not speak, and the top of the mountain fell into silence again. The giant insects did not move, and they were still as full as they were lying on the edge of the mountain top, with only the sound of wind sounding from time to time.

It was unknown how long it took, but Amira said in his dry voice that seemed to die at any time: "I'm waiting for the big wolf here, I can't go to see him, let him go by myself."

"Yes." The old man on the giant insect agreed respectfully, and the huge insect turned over and walked towards the bottom of the mountain.

"Wait a minute." Amira suddenly spoke again. The giant insect stopped immediately and turned around. However, Amira no longer had any sound.

After a while, it was Poliluo. Langxue slowly spoke: "Amira, the big wolf will come, but there is still about a whole day. I think you can go and meet An Luoluo."

Amira still didn't move, staring at the valley below like a clay sculpture and wood sculpture. Only the cold wind blew his sparse beard around. After a while, the voice of Pililuo slowly rang: "An Luoluo is a great warrior. I met him thirty years ago. At that time, I had not received the favor of the big wolf, but was just an ordinary little shaman. We often led the warriors to hunt the fanged tearmen in the frozen soil. His courage and strength impressed everyone. Whether it was a hunter who hunted dangerous beasts or the chief who led the tribesmen to fight with the southerners. He did well enough that the silver bear and the gray wolf could become strong. He has great contributions..."

"He is a very good and great warrior, I think. He is able to be favored by the big wolf and is qualified to let his father meet him for the last time."

The silence lasted for a while in the wind for a while, Amira finally slowly turned around and walked towards the giant insect in an old pace. The giant insect also turned around and lowered its body respectfully. Amira walked up to the giant insect with difficulty, sat cross-legged, and the giant insect immediately moved towards the bottom of the mountain, with eight long feet moving very quickly. However, her whole body was extremely stable, making Amira above her unable to feel any trembling.

At the foot of the mountain, dozens or hundreds of similar giant insects were circling around and crawling neatly. Although their appearances and sizes were different, some had ferocious bone spurs, some had round as balls, some had eight-legged wings, and some had centipedes, but the same thing was that there was a person on top of their heads or bodies. Some had only a head or half of their body like Amira. These were worm shamans from various tribes, who used secret techniques to combine themselves and the giant insects they were raised into one, which not only maintained the soul power to communicate with the elves of heaven and earth. It also had combat power far beyond ordinary warriors, and was the strongest combat power of each tribe, and some even worked part-time.

However, compared with the wolf shamans who have been recognized by the big wolf, their status is far inferior, so they can only crawl at the foot of the mountain and wait quietly.

Seeing the giant insects carrying Amira on their backs, the surrounding worms quickly moved away from the side. The giant insects took Amira to the distance until nearly five miles away. Only then could they see rows of tents and stone houses.

The stone house and the tent have the same characteristics, that is, it is thick and simple. The stone house is usually made of several huge rocks, and the mud is blocked in the gap. The tent is also purely sewn with animal skins. The sophisticated hunters can clearly identify which beasts they are from at a glance.

Surrounded by stone houses and tents is an altar made of a huge rock. The skulls of countless people and the skulls of all sizes are the only decorations. They are simple and rough and have a simple and savage atmosphere. The warriors of the tribe are kneeling to worship and pray to the valley in the distance. The identity of non-shamans can only stop at this place. For them, further forward, it is a holy place that can only be entered by the servants of the big wolf.

When he saw the giant insects running towards Amira, the soldiers in a corner of the altar bowed and pushed them away. Only the leader came out and shouted in surprise: "Dad!"

The giant insect stopped beside the man, leaned down, Amira on the man slowly stepped down, walked to the man, looked at him and said lightly: "Son, isn't it time to set off? Why do you still want to see me?"

"I want to see my father again." The man lowered his head and replied. He was three heads taller than Amira, and his width was three times that of Amira. He could hold at least four or five Amiras in his pure size. It seemed like the difference between a bear and a monkey, but he looked down at Amira with only flawless obedience, as if he was looking at a kind and great giant. He was Amira's son, the chief of the Gray Wolf Tribe, An Luoluo.

"Well. It's really not easy to see Dad before the last wolf hunt." Amira nodded, and the cold and lifeless voice added a little more warmth. His turbid and indifferent eyes gradually showed his father's kindness. "Actually, I want to see you, child."

"Dad." An Luoluo's eyes were wet, and he couldn't help but reach out to wipe it. As a tribe chief, he hadn't been moved by this feeling for a long time. As a fifty-year-old warrior, he almost thought that he would never have any more tears in his life.

But Amira just said rightly. It is really rare to see his father before the last wolf hunting. Generally speaking, the father looks at his son before the last wolf hunting. It is the only person like him who can see his father before the last wolf hunting.

Apart from the shamans serving the great wolf and the elves of heaven and earth, there is no old man in Xidi. Because he has lost his strong body, he can no longer resist wild beasts and bad weather, nor can he obtain prey by himself, but he can only become a burden to other people in the tribe. The tribe does not need burdens, nor does anyone want to become a burden on themselves, so they will contribute everything they have before they have taken away their last power by time and time.

The thirty or forty soldiers behind An Luoluo were like him, with wrinkles on his face. His hair was gray and his muscles began to relax. His strength and physical strength began to weaken, and his body was covered with disabilities in the years of battle. This was already all the fifty-year-olds of tens of thousands of people in the nearby tribes. They would go north before the first snow began, hunt as much prey as possible, leave as much winter food for the tribe members until they had their last strength to flow out the last drop of blood. This is the last wolf hunting, which is the custom passed down by all tribes living on the prairie for thousands of years, and is also part of their lives.

"With the favor of the big wolf, I have lived for too long, so long that I could see my son going for the final hunt." Amira sighed, like a broken bellows leaking. Among the Xidi people, he is indeed too old. His fingers, which are as dry as an old tree, caressed a string of teeth on his neck, four of which are as huge as small daggers. "I still remember that this is the first time you hunted alone at the age of eleven. The tooth beast you killed gave me. I didn't expect that this will be the last time you will send you."

"Dad, don't worry, I will definitely hunt down a big one and give you enough food!" An Luoluo slapped his broad chest hard, making a muffled sound. Someone specialized in following these old soldiers to pick up their prey. Of course, when you are lucky, you can also restrain your corpses for them. But if you want to leave corpses in the mouths of those wild beasts, it really requires very, very good luck.

Even the actions of the words were exactly the same as those of forty years ago. Amira seemed to have appeared in front of her, the figure of the brave boy who was not as tall as him, but fearless. Before she knew it, the eyes that had been dry for decades were a little wet.

An Luoluo sighed again: "...But it's a pity that I can't see the big wolf return with my own eyes. I can't take everyone to fight with the southerners anymore. With the big wolf's blessing, we will definitely defeat the southerners and rob a lot of food and southern slaves. However, if Mojiha takes over the tribe, he is a brave warrior. He is also very cunning. I believe he will be a competent chief."

"The big wolf will come back soon. Every wolf shaman can feel the breath of the big wolf and the anger of the big wolf." Amira's decayed voice brought some strength, which is the common feature of all wolf shamans when talking about the big wolf and talking about this matter. "The cowardly southerners used their large numbers to unite and use despicable witchcraft to completely isolate the big wolf from this world. But this cannot last long. The witchcraft of the southerners not only expelled the big wolf, but also aroused their own demons, causing their imperial dynasty to collapse. The movement of heaven and earth destined that the big wolf would inevitably return with endless anger and completely defeat the despicable southerners."

"Yes, we will definitely defeat those hateful southerners completely. They will all become our slaves and sacrifices dedicated to the great wolf." An Luoluo also excited, with an excited expression, and a loud voice. "With enough southern slaves, we can raise more warriors and more giant insects, open up larger pastures, and hunt more wild beasts. We can also occupy the territory of the southerners. I heard that there is also warm in winter, and there is no more terrible snowstorms. They also have many beautiful clothes, delicious food and wine, and very comfortable houses. The people of the Grey Squirrel and Black Fox Tribe have brought us to see and taste, and these are all our great warriors!"

"Yes, An Luoluo, we can enslave the cowardly southerners. But we must be careful not to let beautiful clothes confuse the soldiers' eyes, and not let delicious food and wine corrupt the soldiers' feelings. The grey squirrel and the Black Fox tribe have never been born to wolf shamans favored by the big wolf, nor are there real warriors, because they are too close to the southerners and have been corrupted too much by the southerners. Even if they can exchange food for other tribes and detect the situation of the southerners, they cannot change their humble facts. Every year, warriors and women corrupted by the southerners are dug out of their eyes and turned into slaves and insect food. You must know that only the will of the big wolf is the foundation of our grassland people."

"Dad, thank you for your teachings. Your wisdom is the true pride of our tribe." An Luoluo smiled wide and touched his scalp. His smile was a bit awkward. "But I won't hear it in the future. You must teach me as much as you teach me."

Amira's face, which had just become a little vibrant, silenced slowly. Yes, this was the last time he saw the last child he taught himself.

The big wolf is about to return and will soon defeat the southerners, obtain a large amount of slave food and the territory of the southerners. There is no danger of dying from food scarcity, old and weak, and starvation. Perhaps this rule of the last wolf hunting can not be followed so strictly... But this idea just happened to have just a sign in my mind, and Amira suddenly woke up. So what if I don't go to the final wolf hunting? Let the warriors' strong bodies gradually age and dry, and finally howling weakly on the hospital bed, waiting to die? That is a humiliation that is even more terrifying than death. The final wolf hunting is not only a custom developed by the grassland warriors for survival for thousands of years, but also an embodiment of the will of the big wolf - to fight fearlessly, predate, and turn every part of their life into the wildest roar.

Even death is just an embellishment.

"I will. Go on the road, child, the big wolf is watching you." Amira patted An Luoluo's chest, just as it was forty years ago.
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