There are more Britannian warriors than there are sands on the earth!

The fighting power of the Britons is more amazing than the thunder in the sky!

But my unyielding will is stronger than steel!

My determination to resist is stronger than Brashan!

We will fight in the mountains and forests!

We will fight in the grass!

We will fight in every house!

We will fight in every corner of Mount Bra!

We will never surrender!

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April 21, 291 in the Imperial Calendar of the Britannia Empire.

Britannia Empire, northern border, Lygasus Mountains (Mount Bra), somewhere in the forest.

"It's gone over there! Watch it! Surround it! Don't let it escape!"

A warrior wearing rough cloth, barefoot, and holding various weapons in his hands was galloping through the woods in the mountains.

Although they were barefoot, they were still flying through the rocky mountains.

The weapons they had were only three kinds of stone spears, stone scimitars, and bows and arrows made of wood, beef tendon, and cowhide.

They were chasing and surrounding a wild deer.

Sensing danger, the wild deer galloped through the mountains and forests, escaping.

The soldiers followed closely behind the deer, chasing and surrounding it.

In addition to the soldiers, there are also hunting dogs of the soldiers who are chasing the wild deer.

Dozens of hunting dogs, whose speed and agility far exceeded those of the warriors, were barking and running wildly.

It's a pity that the speed of the hunting dogs is still slightly inferior to that of the wild deer.

So far, no hunting dog or warrior has been able to catch up with the wild deer.

However, in order for hunters to hunt their prey, they do not have to catch up with it.

"Mika! It ran in your direction!"

"I saw!"

The boy named Moka took off the bow on his back while running quickly.

Skillfully stringing the bow, he aimed at the wild deer running towards his direction.

A weapon like the bow is a great test of a person's strength.

For those who have no strength, let alone whether they can shoot accurately or not, just whether they can draw the bow string is a problem.

It is already very difficult to draw such a strong bow that can shoot large animals. It is also very difficult to shoot a target that is constantly moving while it is constantly running.

Unless you have powerful archery skills like a master archer, you will never be able to shoot this deer.

Moka knew that it would be very difficult to shoot the deer in this situation, so he kept inhaling and exhaling, forcing himself to calm down.

The sharp arrow was aimed at the deer's belly.

Calm down...calm down...calm down...

Moka kept chanting "calm down" in his mind and performed self-hypnosis on himself.

I don't know whether it was because this kind of self-hypnosis worked, or because he was in such a good state today, Moka gradually felt that his world suddenly began to "get smaller".

It seemed that only he and the pair of bows and arrows in his hands were left in the whole world.

And the wild deer is still galloping.

There was nothing else on his mind except shooting the deer.

It's now!

Moka, who had spotted the opportunity, his eyes brightened, and he suddenly let go of the bowstring in his hand.

The arrow that was finally released from the "shackles" contained huge energy, drew a beautiful straight line, and accurately hit the belly of the wild deer!

Under the impact of the arrow and the severe pain, the wild deer let out a mournful cry and then fell to the ground.

"Oh oh oh!!"

The soldiers who were chasing the wild deer waved their weapons and cheered.

The hunting dogs did not miss this perfect opportunity. They attacked in groups, pounced on the wild deer that had been shot down by Moka, and bit the wild deer.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!!"

Moka, who was full of joy, ran towards the wild deer that he shot down. While making noises to drive away the hounds that were biting the wild deer, he put the bow in his hand back on his back, pulled it out and hung it on his back.

The stone knife on the left waist.

After driving away all the hounds surrounding the wild deer, Moka raised the stone knife in his hand and slashed at the neck of the wild deer that had fallen to the ground.

The sharp blade cut through the skin, muscles and bones of the wild deer neatly.

"Oh oh oh!"

After cutting off the head of the wild deer, Moka ignored the blood splattering from the wound of the wild deer and directly picked up its head. While cheering loudly, he showed his strength to his companions around him.

The prey I hunted with my own hands today.

The companions around him also waved their weapons in each other's hands and cheered loudly along with Moka.

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Hellebore.

"The soldiers are back! The soldiers are back!"

With these shouts, everyone in the Helai tribe who were busy put down their work and trotted towards the entrance of the tribe with faces of joy.

To see his son.

To see my lover.

To see my best friend's siblings.

Or maybe just to join in the fun.

The entrance to the tribe was already filled with people in circles.

They surrounded the warriors who had just returned from hunting.

The soldiers carried Moka, who was still holding the deer head with a happy face, and at the same time reported Moka's great achievements today to the tribesmen:

"Moka almost killed a deer today by himself!"

"He can still hit his prey while running. He is worthy of being the number one archer in our Helai tribe!"

"Including today's deer, Moka has successfully hunted three large prey! He can become a 'warrior'!"

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The voices of his comrades reporting his great achievements to the clansmen, and the admiring eyes of the clansmen, all made Moka feel a little elated.

At this moment, a tall, strong man suddenly appeared on the path of the soldiers.

"Chief!" Moka exclaimed and quickly signaled to his companions who were carrying him to put him down quickly.

After the soldiers put Moka down, Moka immediately saluted the clan leader respectfully.

The soldiers around Moka immediately followed Moka in saluting Nalu, the current leader of their Helai tribe.

Although their patriarch Nalu is only 34 years old this year, he is still very young, but he is a well-known brave man. He is a powerful warrior who can fight a big bear alone, and he is also the idol of Moka and his gang of young people.

"Moka." Nalu smiled at Moka, "I was able to hunt a deer with just one person. Well done! I'm very happy!"

"Including today's deer, you have successfully hunted three large prey, and you have reached the standard of becoming a warrior!"

After saying that, Nalu raised his head and announced to the surrounding tribesmen: "I declare! Moka, the son of Toluca, has met the standards of becoming a warrior, so he is officially qualified to be tattooed!"

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh!!" As soon as the words of the patriarch Nalu finished, the surrounding tribesmen cheered and celebrated for Moka.

The joy on Moka's face also became more intense with Nalu's words.

I couldn't help shouting in my heart:

I finally...became a warrior!

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To be continued...