set fire to the rain

Things happened so fast that everyone seemed to be still and didn't know how to react. At this time, a thin soldier with a bow and arrow on his back and riding a black horse came towards this side, and jumped off the horse when he reached Nott's side.

"Father, are you okay?" After she removed the furbolg from Nott's body, everyone discovered that the furbolg was dead.An arrow slanted from the furbolg's left eye, piercing its head.

Nott found out that he was not dead, and the blood on his neck belonged to the furbolg.The soldier in front of him took off his helmet, revealing a delicate and resolute face with beautiful brown hair. It was Vikanot.

Cednot stood up with the help of his daughter, and Vika thought that his father was going to talk about something that girls shouldn't go to the battlefield again, but this time it was different.

Saidnot raised his daughter's right hand to face all the warriors of the Weta tribe: "Children, standing in front of you is the warrior who saved me. She is the first woman of our Weta tribe to kill the enemy on the battlefield. The brave and fearless archer is my daughter Vikanot, and I give her the title of warrior here, the first female warrior of our tribe!"

"Thank you, father!" Vika gave his father a grateful hug.

"Vika, Vika, Vika..." A soldier took the lead, and a name resounded throughout the green slope. They didn't know it at that time, but in the future, Vikanot's name will be written in the epic , will always be circulated in this continent and sung by people.

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God sometimes teaches you one thing in the cruelest way.

two years ago. . .

The sky was covered with dark clouds, which seemed to indicate a heavy rain, and the tribe seemed a little empty.The women were busy putting their clothes back into the house, when suddenly a shrill scream pierced the quiet air.

It turned out that a furbolg broke into the tribe, but all the men in the village were on the battlefield, and only a few wounded soldiers remained in the tribe.This bear monster seemed to be injured, its body was bloody, and it was extremely angry.Everyone fled in all directions, and a young girl was thrown to the ground by the furbolg, whose sharp claws were about to pierce the girl's throat.Vika saw this scene holding his father's sword and was about to rush forward.Leah holds her back and the girl dies.The sky began to rain, as if trying to wash away the blood and misfortune, but what was the use of this, the girl's death did not stop the furbolg, it only longed for more killings, women and children were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, some People even forgot to run away. A soldier with a cane in his left hand came out of the room. He held a bow and arrow in his right hand. He threw away his cane and leaned against the door frame, and shot at the furbolg with his bow and arrow.The furbolg was finally dead, but the lost life could not be replaced by more lost lives.This scene was deeply imprinted in Vika's mind. She was shocked by the fragility of the women in the tribe, and also shocked that she was one of them.If women could also take up weapons, maybe the tragedy would not happen. Of course, there is one more thing imprinted in Vika's mind, that is the bow and arrow.

As a result, the later tribes had a petite back who practiced archery, fragile but stubborn.

The author has something to say: I despise myself, this speeds up the writing. . . .