The mighty Tampen River originates from the Sierra Madre Oriental in the central plateau. It connects to the Lake Tescoco water system in the south, and winds and turns in the north. After passing through the Suiqiu city of Hilotpec, it flows all the way down and flows into the land of the Huastec people. In the end, this thousand-mile-long river will surge into the seashore, forming a series of large lakes in the northeast of Otter City, merging into the Caribbean Sea.

In the Nahua language, "Tampen" means otter. But at this moment, a red-haired unexpected visitor ushered in this otter habitat.

"Whoosh!"

A bone arrow flew out, swift as lightning, and shot at an otter that was making a hole in the lake. But in an instant, the otter let out a scream and died on the spot.

Then, the young huntress, with fluttering red hair and a strong figure, strode forward. She confidently put her bow behind her back, stretched out her strong and slender fingers, pinched the otter's tail, and lifted it upside down for inspection. She just glanced at it and smiled with satisfaction.

"Oh My God!"

Another young hunter came from behind with a spear and a light bow. He glanced at the hunting otter and gasped in wonder.

"Ah! You shot the otter in the eye again! It's no bigger than a string bean, and it moves!"

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The vigorous female huntress turned her head and glanced sideways at the young hunter without saying a word. Then, she looked around, and saw no traces of large beasts in the lake's dense water network. The huntress pulled out a delicate obsidian dagger, squatted by the small lake, and skillfully disemboweled the otter and peeled off its fur.

Another young hunter put away his hunting bow, took out his spear, and stood guard on both sides. Looking south, he chatted with the Huntress.

"Huh? Why are you still using this old dagger! It's been so many years, and the blade has been changed many times."

The young hunter pursed his lips, carefully stepped forward, and asked with a shy face.

"Alan, where is the dagger I gave you earlier? Take it out and use it."

".Um?"

The huntress Alan raised her head, her eyes were like sharp blades, and she gave the young hunter a cold look. Seeing this murderous look, the young hunter shrank his neck, spoke softly, and shouted.

"Sister Alan"

"Um."

With a blank expression on his face, Alan lowered his head again, patiently handling the fur. Her technique is very skillful, and within a quarter of an hour, the otter's skin and flesh were separated, and the fur was preliminarily cleaned. After that, the tanning process has to go back to the tribe, soften it with smoke, rub it with plant ash and stove soil, and beat it with stone slabs and wooden sticks.

"Take it!"

Alan stood up, his body was as slender as a deer, and his movements were as vigorous as a fox. She put several catties of otter meat in her hand into the hands of the young hunter, and ordered in the tone of her sister.

"Go back to make soup and replenish your body. Chippa, you have to train yourself every day! You need to be stronger, faster, and fiercer to survive battle after battle!"

".Uh. Good!"

Chippawa held the otter meat, stared blankly, and put it into the bamboo basket behind his back. Otter meat is sweet and warm in nature, and like venison, it can improve infirmity, invigorate the kidney and nourish Qi.

However, in Chippawa's view, he does not feel that he needs to make up. A few years have passed, and he is no longer a fledgling who has experienced war for a long time, but a warrior who has experienced fighting! The spear in his hand had already killed no less than ten enemies, and his melee fighting skills were already as pure as breathing. Just, his hunting skills.

"Sister Alan, you promised to continue teaching me archery! You are the best hunter in the tribe, and the apprentices you teach must be half as good as you!"

Chipawa leaned forward again with a shy face. He opened his eyes wide and looked at Sister Alan's bright and sharp eyes and sharp face, feeling a little lost.

"A few years have passed, sister Alan has become more and more cold and hard, and she has become more and more beautiful. She is full of energy and full of energy. She is like a falcon on the wasteland. Ah, such direct eyes are very indifferent to everyone, except for me."

"Boom!."

Alan stretched out his hand, curled his index and middle fingers, and gave Chippawa a "chestnut" on his head. Then, she frowned and tugged at her dyed red hair, feeling a little embarrassed for a while.

"Chippawa, I don't know how to teach you. Archery. It's seeing, aiming, and shooting. But, the first step is seeing. I can see, you can't."

"Ah! Sister Alan, besides you, who can see the beetle on the tree from three hundred steps away? Are you lying to me?"

"I did not lie to you."

"You have!"

Chippawa was furious, covered his head, and retorted loudly. Then, he rolled his eyes and said with a smile.

"Otherwise, you stand behind me and teach me hand in hand! Teach me a few more times, a few more days, and it will come naturally!"

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Alan stood up and glanced at Chippewa expressionlessly. Suddenly, with a movement of her pointed ears, she took off the big bow behind her back, and held three more arrows in her hand.

"Sister Alan?"

"Shh! Someone. Possibly a Vastec scout."

Hearing this, the smile on Chippawa's face disappeared immediately. With a sharp look on his face, he clenched the spear in his hand and fell to the ground, ready to fight at any time.

"This way!"

After a few breaths, Alan looked cold. She opened her hunting bow and aimed at the bush where the sound came from, her eyes were sharp, like a falcon before hunting. Then, a bowed figure appeared in front of her eyes and was quickly locked on by her. And the moment she let go of her right hand, her eyes suddenly changed, and her left hand raised sharply.

"Whoosh!"

A swift bone arrow drew a slightly higher arc, attached to the top of the figure, and shot into the big tree in the jungle~lightnovelpub.net~ The figure was stunned, his hair was blown by the arrow wind, and his feet were soft , Frightened and sat down on the ground. She raised her head in horror, revealing her thin face, but she was a twelve or thirteen-year-old Vastyk girl.

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Alan walked up to the girl with a hunting bow and Chippawa holding a spear. She looked at the girl's bare upper body, which is the custom of the Vastyk tribe. She looked at the shell necklace and the small straw bag on the girl again. It should be the daughter of a middle-level warrior in the tribe. After observing for a while, Alan asked in a deep voice in proficient Vastec.

"Where are you from? Are you alone?"

"I am alone."

The girl raised her head and glanced at Alan's eye-catching red hair, with indelible fear in her eyes. She knew that this was the most vicious and powerful hunter among the fierce tribes that went south from the north. Trembling, she struggled to organize her words, and replied.

"My tribe is in the southwest. Warriors with tiger skins, warriors with spears, warriors with axes, many warriors, screamed and killed them. Daddy died in battle. I escaped for two days. Please, don't kill me!"