The tall shoulder carriage was carried by twenty people and guarded by four hundred strong tribal warriors. Those abstract and simple, smoking and majestic volcano patterns symbolize the divinity of the large volcano and are undoubtedly the symbol of the Colima tribes.

the highest authority.

At this moment, on this divine shoulder carriage, an old man and a young boy were sitting side by side, announcing a clear inheritance to all the Colima tribe. The boy with a big head and a big head was wide-eyed.

His eyes crawled to the edge of the shoulder cart without showing any fear. He stared curiously at the crowd of guarding warriors, the bronze spears in their hands and the iron axes on their waists, and shouted in a sweet voice.

"Abba...who?"

"Um?…"

The old Chief Colima was slightly startled, followed the boy's gaze, and then laughed.

"My grandsons, they are your warriors, the axes and spears in your hands! They are loyal to me and follow you! They will fight for you and kill for you! They are your real strength, haha!...

"

The young Yanshan stared at the marching warriors for a long time with round eyes. He wanted to reach out to grab the golden spearhead, but his arms were obviously too short and he couldn't reach it. After trying twice,

He turned back to look at his grandfather and asked in an angry voice.

"Abba...who?"

"Huh? Who to kill?..."

Chief Colima was stunned again, and then smiled even more cheerfully, with wrinkles on his face flying.

"No matter who it is! My grandson, anyone who blocks your way or threatens you should be killed without mercy as soon as possible! ... Even if it is my other grandson, your brother with your grandfather, even if it is mine

Son, it’s your uncle…as long as they block your way!…Haha!”

Yanshan still stared at his laughing grandfather. He frowned, used all his strength, and roared again.

"Abba...who?!..."

"Ah? Who else?"

Chief Colima thought for a while, and his expression became serious, like an old lion who finally became serious. He held his grandson's little hand tightly, looked into his round and innocent eyes, and responded in a low voice.

"Witness the volcano! There are indeed others!... Even if they are your real brothers! As long as they stand in your way!..."

"Aba..."

Seeing the change in his grandfather's expression, Yanshan blinked in confusion. After a moment, he suddenly stretched out his other hand and grabbed his grandfather's silver hair.

"want!"

"Um?"

Chief Colima felt a pain in his head. He opened his eyes and saw that there were already a few silver hairs in Yanshan's hands. If anyone else had done this, even his other children and grandchildren, he would have been furious and wanted to kill him.

The other party was dragged down and beaten to death. But now facing this grandson, this child with true divine blood flowing, who is extraordinarily brave and fearless... Chief Colima laughed again and held his grandson's hands in his!

"Wow, you are indeed my grandson! Yanshan, you are a boy as strong as a volcano! This majestic volcano and these majestic warriors will all be yours after my death!...Ahaha!"

Being held by his grandfather, the young Yanshan shook his arms in dissatisfaction, widened his eyes again, and shouted like a little tiger.

"want!!"

"Okay! God bless you! Witness the volcano! I'll give it all to you!!"

The old chief of Colima raised his face, laughed wildly, and made promises heartily. At this moment, he looked at the small Yanshan Mountain, as if he were seeing the big Colima Volcano, and the Colima Zhuzhu.

A truly magnificent future!

"My grandson! Grandpa, I will soak in more hot springs, absorb more of the divinity of volcanoes, and try to live for a few more years!... When you grow up, I will not only hand over the tribes of Colima to you, but also give you these years

I will hand over the trained legion to you, and I will also hand over all the ash ore, iron ore and thunder powder in the hands of each department to you!... I will also support you and inherit everything that should belong to you! And in the east

There is a great chief supporting you on the plains..."

"Yanshan! You will definitely become the towering Colima volcano, overlooking the entire land in the lake, overlooking the wider world!...Ahahahahaha!..."

"want!!…"

In the heroic laughter of Chief Colima and in the persistent shouts of Yanshan, the tall carriage gradually moved away, heading towards the Colima Volcano in the northern sky. The four-thousand-meter-high active volcano braved

The green smoke surged with terrifying divine power. All the Colima tribesmen along the way knelt down on the roadside devoutly, kowtowing to the chariot passing by in the distance.

This is exactly what happened after thirty years of stable rule, a divine leader who has almost never made mistakes in judgment and has gradually been mythical. His unquestionable tribal prestige, and the divine power that suppresses the hearts of Colima!…

Volcanoes are turbulent silence. If the Colima volcano is a symbol of turbulence, then the Tansitaro volcano in Gyeonggi County, six hundred miles to the east, is a model of silence. This 3,400-meter-high volcano

The large volcano has been silent for 200,000 years, and it seems that it will continue to be silent. The gold mines, jade mines, sulfur mines, and obsidian mines at the foot of the volcano are symbols of the glorious past.

All the way east from the foot of the volcano, only sixty or seventy miles away, is the busy mining area of ​​Black Rock City. Like the thick smoke from the volcano rising day and night, swallowing the power of bronze and coal.

Twenty miles further east, in the mountains, beside a quiet lake, there is an even quieter temple. Paintings and carvings of the goddess of spring dance gracefully on the four walls of the temple, displaying

Alluring charm. But the isolated courtyard and the closely guarded warriors indicate something special, something different from any other goddess temple...

At this moment, at the entrance of this quiet and peaceful temple, there is a woman wearing a black robe and a veil, and a silent child wearing white clothes. This child is only more than four years old, but he has other characteristics of the same age.

The child was unusually quiet. He pursed his lips tightly and looked at the two people standing clearly separated from each other more than ten steps away. He held the woman's hand tightly and was reluctant to walk out of the temple door.

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"Shaokang, they are teachers sent by your father to pick you up to study."

"Ama, do I have to leave here? Can you, can you let the teachers stay and teach me in the temple?..."

Na Xiu, who was wearing a black robe, was silent for a moment, gently pulled out her hand, and shook her head slowly but firmly. She was wearing a veil, so the young Shaokang could not see her, nor could she see the reluctance on her mother's face, nor could she see

Those beautiful eyes full of tears.

"Shaokang, go ahead! Follow the teachers and you must study hard. Listen to the teachers and treat them as elders like Grandma Itoya, and you must respect them!..."

Outside the temple door, Jia Wenwen, who was wearing a priest's robe, bowed his head respectfully and saluted the prince in front of him. On the other side, Owuhu, who was dressed as a warrior, also bowed his head slightly and performed the courtesy of a warrior. Neither of them spoke, but they were patient.

Waiting, waiting for the prince in front of them, and also waiting for their nominal student.

"Ama, I don't want to leave!...I...I only have you, Ama, and you only have me!...I don't want to leave you, I have never left you..."

"..."

Naxiu stood there, silent and did not speak. The tears under the veil slowly flowed across her face, and silently dripped onto her black robe. As she watched, more obvious tear marks spread on her chest, growing more and more.

The more, it's like a silent heartbreak.

"Ama! You're crying! I don't want to leave... I want to stay with you and stay in the temple!..."

"...Go! Shaokang is obedient, those are the teachers sent by your father... Only by following them can you learn real knowledge..."

"I don't want it! I want to stay with you, grandma!..."

"No...I have to go!..."

"No! Don't! Grandma, I haven't had a father since I was a child! I only have you! I don't want to leave..."

"Snapped!!…"

A crisp slap hit Xiao Shaokang hard on the face. The slap was so powerful that he almost couldn't stand still. He raised his head blankly and stared at the mother who loved him the most, with tears of grievance like little tears.

Flow like a stream.

"Ama?..."

"..."

Naxiu covered her face and was even more unsteady than Xiao Shaokang. She reluctantly saluted the two teachers, then turned around and staggered to the temple. She ran into the dark temple, heavy

The wooden door slammed shut, leaving only Shaokang crying at the door and two silent teachers.

"Ama? You don't want me anymore?"

"Grandma! Grandma!..."

"Mom, open the door, open the door!..."

"Please...Ama..."

The young Shaokang knelt at the door of the temple, crying helplessly, like a broken reed. He knelt and cried for a long time, shouted for a long time, and finally his voice became hoarse. But the heavy wooden door

But it was tightly closed and motionless, just like the mother's cold and heartless heart.

"Grandma..."

This lasted for a long time, until the sun set in the west. Jia Wenwen, who was standing behind, finally couldn't help it and let out a long sigh. He took a step forward and gently stretched out his hand to take Shaokang's arm. His expression was very respectful and calm.

, just like his teacher, the chief minister of the kingdom, Sage Jatiri.

"Hey! Prince, the door won't open... let's go!"

On the other side, Owuhu in warrior attire also sighed. But he remained silent, still guarding solemnly on one side, just like his uncle, the commander of the Gyeonggi Army, and the glorious nobleman Orosh.

"Mom...I'm leaving..."

The young Shaokang knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times to the closed wooden door. Then, he climbed up with difficulty without anyone helping him, even though he was covered in mud. Then, he

Just like that, he stumbled out of the door, walked out of the temple that he had never left, and went to a future he didn't know and a road he had never thought of... And behind him, there were two teachers who were following closely.

The priest and civil servant of Lepecha, and the samurai battalion commander of the Gyeonggi Corps...

"Woo...Woo!..."
To be continued...