The daytime in the grassland royal court is always particularly long.

They hate daytime.

The most anticipated thing of the day is the moment when the campfire is lit after sunset.

Strange to say.

They obviously hate light, but they love fire very much.

There are even clear regulations that all tribe members are not allowed to use hard iron tools to fiddle with fire, and it is also prohibited to use water, sand, etc. to extinguish fires.

The bonfire in front of the tent of the Wolf King in the Prairie Royal Court has never been extinguished since it was lit, at least no one of the living people has ever seen it extinguished.

Children born in the Five Great Kings Realms. Whether they study literature or martial arts, they always have to become disciples at a certain age. The next generation of the grassland royal court will visit this bonfire in a unified way, no matter what profession they are engaged in.

The grassland is located in the northwest and is an extremely cold place.

At the beginning, they were no different from animals. The biggest threat they faced was their most loyal companion now - the wolf under their crotch.

In that era of ice and snow, eating raw meat and drinking blood. Whenever night comes, countless ancestors will be swallowed alive by wolves, leaving only a pool of scarlet meat and bones.

Gradually, they began to resent the sun.

Resentment is why it leaves so quickly, why can't it give them more shelter...

So, they are used to hugging each other before sunset every day and saying the truest words in each other's hearts.

There are countless boys and girls who use this to express their feelings, promising that if they can see the sun of tomorrow together, they will always be united and will never be separated from each other.

After saying goodbye, everyone glared at the West.

They cursed in the direction of the sun set, towards the last ray of afterglow. With all the dirty words they could think of, children would even urinate at the sunset.

It is a kind of resentment that rises from the depths of the soul, it is a kind of pain that has been tortured by countless separations and deaths.

Then, they will kneel to the place where the moon rises, and at the same time offer the noblest and holy words, praying that the moonlight tonight must be brighter than last night.

On countless dark nights, this deserted moonlight is their last protective color.

The moonlight shines on the snow and reflects in the sky, exposing the traces of the wolf pack.

Only this moonlight can allow them to take the initiative in fighting the wolf pack.

There was no wind that night.

No snow.

No moon, either.

I don’t know what fate happened, but a tribe member who returned late and was lucky enough to get a spark.

He clasped his hands tightly, only a little gap was slightly exposed.

Looking through the gap, there was a faint, red light.

His hands felt the temperature of the "light", and he held the "light" of the star as if he was holding his newborn child.

After a while, his hands felt hot.

But he didn't know that this feeling was called hot.

Before that, he had never been burned.

I just feel that this light is hotter than the hottest sun in midsummer.

He walked back with the hot ball of "light".

He wanted his tribe members to feel this incredible, nightly, hot "light".

But gradually, he felt that the "hot" in his palm was no longer so obvious.

From the previous thorny heart, it turned into the feeling of putting your hand into the belly of the prey I just slaughtered.

For some reason, he carefully opened his tight palms. He felt that this star "light" had life and would rise and fall with its own breathing and light and dark.

He leaned his ear over to hear if it was still "alive".

Unexpectedly, Mars ignited the messy hair of his temples... Soon, the fire swallowed half of his body.

He felt unprecedented "warmth", his heart was filled with joy and excitement, but he didn't feel any pain.

He took a step and ran quickly to the habitat of his tribe.

The wind helps the power of the fire, and the fire relies on the power of the wind.

Gradually, the whole person was swallowed by the fire...

But he finally returned to his tribe members.

A fire that soared into the sky dispelled the wolves that were besieging the tribesmen.

He fell down with a smile.

Even if no one can see it, he knows in his heart that he is smiling.

Since then, the people of the grassland have possessed fire!

They no longer fear the night, nor fear the wolves.

On the contrary, after countless counterattacks, the wolves finally lowered their bloodthirsty heads to them.

The first wolf king of the Grassland Royal Court led the tribe to win this battle between humans and wolves.

He did not forget his ancestor.

The ancestor who used his body as a vehicle to bring back the fire.

Even if he died, he would not know that it was fire... But his love for his tribe and attachment to his ancestral land have made a nation that is invincible across the grassland and a civilization that can compete with the Dingxi King Realm.

The first wolf king set up a high platform at his inauguration ceremony, with a brazier enshrined on it.

It is said that the brazier contained the ashes of the ancestor.

Subsequently, the first generation of wolf king divided the grasslands one by one.

Nowadays, every one of the films received a brazier ashes and sprinkled them in the bonfire in the center of their branch.

I hope that the spirit of the ancestor will always shine on the grassland with the fire and protect his descendants.

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Inside the front camp of the Honami Tunyu Headquarters.

Yanzi walked into the tent and nodded to the three masters Gong Sifeng, saying hello.

Sifeng didn't care about Yanzi's rude behavior. The grassland people were not a nation that valued etiquette.

"There are all people you want, a total of 891."

A group of strong men, tied their hands behind their backs and blinded their eyes. They knelt in circles naked, with a funnel-shaped bonfire in the middle, which had not yet been lit.

Yanzi still had no words, and his eyes were quietly looking at Sifeng.

"snort!"

Even though he was as rough as Sifeng, he couldn't stand such a cold attitude and turned around and walked away from him.

"Sanbu Gong, can this work? Besides, he is not from our grassland... There is a saying in the five kingdoms that is widely circulated. If you are not my race, your heart will be different..."

"I have no idea... but since General Anran personally ordered it, I shouldn't be wrong."

A hunchbacked old man said to Sifeng.

Each branch of the grassland has a group of wise men, which is served by the old men with the most experienced department.

They do not believe in any preaching knowledge, but only silently pass on the experience given to them by nature.

Yanzi saw Sifeng walking away, and then slowly took off his top.

He exposed his bronze skin and strong muscles, and his chest and back were covered with evil scars... Even the bravest warrior on the grassland had less than one-third of the scars on his body.

There was still a piece of brand and many whip marks in these scars, but there were still countless indistinguishable scars like earthworms crawling on him.

He took out a porcelain bottle from his pocket, opened it, put it under his nose and smelled it deeply, with a hint of intoxication on his face.

Without too much nostalgia, I placed the porcelain bottle directly under the funnel-shaped bonfire and lit the bonfire.

Yanzi took a sharp bone-clearing knife and cut off a piece of meat from everyone kneeling there and threw it into the bonfire.

For a moment.

Fires surged into the sky

Plasma flowed all over the ground.

Screaming in endlessly.

Iwako stood there quietly, closing her eyes and opening her arms, as if she was enjoying the cruelty...

The human flesh thrown into the bonfire made a sizzling sound, which was caused by the burning of fat.

“Tick!”

Finally, a drop of roasted oil mixed with wood ash dripped into the porcelain bottle below.
To be continued...