Volume 1: Entering the Mortal World Chapter 4: Arrival at Mosang

  After a day of rapid trekking, I finally walked out of this endless forest, and in front of me was a vast expanse of green that filled the sky and earth. The azure sky looked exceptionally beautiful against the backdrop of lush grass, my breath involuntarily stopped, such a beautiful scene, which could never be seen in the bewildering forest surrounded by branches all day long.

  The entire Mo Sang is mostly grassland, so the Mo Sang people are a nomadic nation. They have no fixed abode and wherever there is lush wild grass is their temporary residence. The whole grassland is their home. At first I thought this kind of life was good, but now I really dislike their way of life.

  For two whole days, I didn't meet a single person. The scenery of the grassland was intoxicating, but after walking in an unchanging environment for two consecutive days, even the most beautiful landscape would become dull and flavorless.

  "Hmm~~~" Suddenly, my extremely sensitive ears picked up a sound similar to that of livestock. If there's livestock, then that means there are people! I instantly became excited, finally able to meet those nomads. The boring days were about to pass.

  Following the sound, I rushed over in big strides. Before long, a herd of cattle and sheep appeared before me, not far away, with more than a dozen tents standing upright, and many people riding horses and playing around the tents.

  "A guest from afar, the Tamil tribe welcomes you to stay with us." Just as I arrived at the edge of the camp, a man's loud voice came over. A man with a face and voice just as bold stretched out his arms and walked towards me in big strides, giving me a warm hug. Indeed, just like what I had heard, the Morsan herdsmen were passionate and hospitable.

  Under his leadership, we came to a yurt and sat on the floor. The women in the yurt brought us sumptuous roasted mutton. I looked around the yurt, which was more spacious than it seemed from the outside. In the four corners of the yurt were piled clothes and animal hides, while bows, arrows, whips, and curved knives hung on the walls. Under our feet were thick woolen blankets, and there was nothing luxurious beyond that. It seems that nomadic peoples live simple lives.

  The owner of this tent is called Monhel, the patriarch of a family and the leader of this small tribe. From his mouth, I learned many customs of the Mosan people. The Mosan people usually live together with their families and relatives to form a tribe, some tribes have tens of thousands of people, while smaller ones like theirs have less than a hundred people. Each tribe has its own fixed grazing area, the best pastures are usually occupied by the largest tribes, some tribes that cannot survive will join other tribes or be annexed by others, and some scenes are often bloody. Although the Mosan nomads are very enthusiastic and hospitable, they are also good at fighting, and conflicts between tribes can erupt over livestock grazing areas or water sources. Similarly, if there is an invasion of external enemies, the Mosan herdsmen will become fierce warriors, trampling their enemies with their iron cavalry. This is why the Mosan people, surrounded by the powerful kingdom of Wiedon and the strongest country on the continent of Tardon, Dexter Empire, can still maintain their independence.

  "What brings you, a nocturnal guest from afar, to this vast grassland?" I am easily recognizable as a member of the Night Clan, with my black hair and eyes, as well as my ability to see in the dark, earning us the nickname "darlings of the night", which is also the origin of our clan's name.

  "I came here to find the meaning of my own survival, and also to explore that vast unknown world." And with his words, I inadvertently learned a bit of his tone.

  "Haha, what a great vow! Come on, let's have a drink for this." Headache, whenever there was something exciting to talk about, he would shout that we should drink, and in front of him were already two empty wine bags. I couldn't help but think of another custom of the Mo people that the merchants who came to our village to buy wild animal hides had told us before - they were heavy drinkers, and if their guests didn't drink with them, they would look down on them.

  Helpless, I had to raise the wine bag and drink with him. I don't know if it's because my body was strengthened, although I've never drunk before, but now I've drunk almost a catty of wine, yet I still don't feel dizzy at all. Looking at Monger, he let out a hearty cheer, calling me a good fellow, and then poured more wine into his mouth. Such strong liquor can be drunk non-stop like this, no wonder the Mosan people's personalities are as fiery as flames.

  "Bandits are coming!" A shout of surprise interrupted our feast, Monker's face changed, he threw down the wine bag in his hand, stood up, and grabbed the curved knife and bow and arrow hanging on the wall.

  "Night guests, these damned horse thieves have ruined our drinking mood. Let me go drive them away and continue drinking, you just rest in the tent." With his weapon in hand, Monger was no longer like the enthusiastic and hospitable host he had been earlier, his resolute and fearless expression filled him with a warrior's aura.

  He walked out of the camp, mounted a fine horse that had been led over to him, gathered together the armed herdsmen who were assembling, and with a loud shout charged at the horse thieves.

  The horse thieves were so fast that they were still a mile away when they were first discovered, looking like small dots. In a short while, they had already approached the camp. There were about 70 or 80 of these horse thieves, shouting and waving their curved knives, with fierce and ferocious expressions on their faces, as if the women and livestock in the tents were already theirs to command.

  Just then, Monkhel led the herdsmen to charge forward and crash into them. Blood splattered in the air, the sound of blades cutting into flesh, and the anguished neighs of warhorses suddenly erupted on the grasslands.

  It's no wonder that the good warriors of the grassland nation, with only forty or so riders led by Monkeer, clashed head-on and, relying on their superb skills, not only knocked seven opponents off their horses at once, but also suffered no losses themselves.

  The leader of the horse thieves also saw their ferocity and loudly shouted several times. The two groups of horses clashed again. This time, Monker and his men were not so lucky. The horse thieves fully exploited their numerical advantage, with each person facing two knives from the horse thieves at once.

  "Ah——", this time five herdsmen were chopped by the horse bandits' knives because they couldn't dodge in time, and fell off their horses with a spinning motion, looking like they wouldn't survive. One of the horse bandits was exceptionally ferocious, his upper body full of crisscrossing scars, his swollen muscles seeming to burst out of his skin, his fierce chopping actually cutting one of the herdsmen in half at the waist. After killing their opponents, he pounded his chest with his hands and let out a loud roar, as if trying to crush their spirits as well.

  "Aaaaah~~~~~~~" Suddenly his roar stopped, leaving only a gurgling sound in his throat. It was then seen that an arrow had somehow been inserted into his mouth, the arrowhead piercing through from inside his mouth and out the back of his head, blood mixed with brain matter flowing continuously from the wound. After swaying a few times, the tall and majestic body finally fell off the horse without any strength left. Everyone was shocked by this scene.

  Withdrawing the hand that had drawn the bowstring, he pulled out another arrow from behind his back, re-strung it, and took aim at the next target. It was I who shot this arrow, as a guest in this place, how could I just sit and watch my host be killed? Seeing one of the horse bandits acting very arrogantly, without thinking, I shot an arrow out, and the world suddenly became clear.

  "Night Clan Archer!" The leader of the horse thieves looked at his most trusted subordinate, who had been silently and effortlessly taken care of. He felt a chill in his heart and immediately spotted me, holding a bow and arrow. My identity made him even more wary, as Night Clan archers were notorious for their divine marksmanship. There was a silent and precise Night Clan archer lurking nearby, shooting cold arrows without warning. If you weren't careful, you wouldn't even know how you died. He decided to take care of the archer first.

  "Kill the archer first!" The horsemen turned their horses around and charged towards me frantically, while Monker and his men were too far away to intervene for the time being.

  As I gaze at the horse thieves rushing towards me, my mind is crystal clear. Every one of their movements, the dust kicked up by the galloping horses, even every expression and glance on their faces, appears in my eyes as if slowed down countless times.

  "Alright, let's show you the nocturnal tribe's archery skills!" I shouted loudly, releasing my drawn bowstring, and an arrow that had been ready for a long time shot out like lightning towards the horse bandits charging towards me.

  The reaction time was not enough, a horse thief with an inexplicable expression fell off the horse, and at some point, the arrow had already pierced his heart, then drilled out of his body, carrying still strong force into the throat of the horse thief behind him.

  Two people were shot dead by one arrow at the same time, which made the horse bandits even more panicked and accelerated the speed of their horses' gallop, wanting to quickly resolve this threat.

  I took out four more arrows from the quiver and bit one in my mouth, let's try my five-shot burst. Whoosh, the four arrows shot out from the string at the same time, and I quickly put the one I was biting on the bow and shot it out. The five arrows almost simultaneously shot into the bodies of the horse bandits, then drilled out and continued to shoot towards the people behind them, causing chaos and carnage.

  The leader of the horse thieves was also a ruthless figure, although his companions behind him were rapidly decreasing in number, he remained unaffected, his eyes fixed firmly on me, and the knife in his right hand had already been raised. Suddenly, an arrow with intense rotation appeared in front of him, its speed so fast that it was impossible to dodge. He desperately swung his knife to strike down the arrow that was about to hit him.

  "Clang", a loud sound came, he felt the horse knife in his hand was like chopping on a giant stone that rushed forward, it left his hand and flew high into the air. Immediately after, his body was hit hard by a heavy object, involuntarily flying out from the back of the horse, a severe pain came from his chest, lowering his head, the last thing he saw was an arrow tail still trembling inserted in his heart, then the world became pitch black.

  "Wow! He's a devil! Run quickly!" The leader's death made the remaining horse thieves finally lose their last bit of courage, and they scattered like birds and beasts, even if Menghe and others were chasing and killing them from behind, they didn't have the courage to turn back and resist. The crisis was finally lifted.

  I looked at the thirty or so corpses lying on the grass in front of me, and the short distance of a hundred meters had become an insurmountable distance for them. Especially the leader, whose eyes that had lost their luster were still open, as if he was extremely perplexed by his own death.

  "Alas, who asked you to become my enemy?" I sighed inwardly. The first time I killed someone seemed to have no effect on me. Watching life disappear at my hands even gave me a sense of pleasure, as if everything in the world was under my control. Is this what it means to be strong? It seems that the transformation not only strengthened my body but also changed my heart, and I don't know whether it's good or bad.

  As I was lost in thought, Mongke rode up to me on horseback, dismounted with a leap and stood before me, his dark face flushed bright red, even his voice trembling with emotion: "My dear friend, you are my brother, the greatest warrior of the vast steppes, who saved our tribe. Allow us to welcome my good friend with the highest honors."

  Without warning, I was ushered into a large tent by a group of grassland men. More than ten women set the table with wine and took turns serving delicious meat dishes. Apparently, they were all wives of these men. Is it really the highest courtesy on the grasslands to have one's own wife serve others? What an interesting custom.

  Looking at the men of the grassland in front of me, who were drinking and laughing heartily, I couldn't help but be stirred up by them. I picked up my wine bag and shouted loudly: "Who among you dares to drink with me? I want to show you the drinking capacity of a Night Clan person!" Menghe and the others immediately became discontented, one by one tearing open their clothes to reveal their robust chests, shouting that they wanted to be the first to drink with me. In an instant, the tent was filled with joyful voices and laughter.

  "Ow, my head hurts so much." I woke up from a daze, rubbing my forehead. It was already nighttime and I found myself lying in a small tent with a layer of woolen blankets still covering me. Oh, I remembered now - today I had a drinking contest with them. All I could recall was pouring the last bottle of M?nchshof down on the ground, after which everything went blank. Looks like I got drunk too. The feeling of being drunk for the first time is really uncomfortable, my head hurts as if it's going to split open. If only I knew better, I wouldn't have drunk so much.

  Suddenly, a faint footstep came into my ears, and someone pushed open the curtain of the canopy and walked in. Who is it? What does he want to do? While guessing, a rustling sound of undressing came over. Unbelievable! First, let his wife serve me dinner, now come to serve me sleep, this etiquette is really too good, my heart feels greatly stimulated.

  Just then, a scorching hot body slipped into the bed and wrapped itself around me. I'm still a virgin, never having experienced anything like this before, and suddenly finding myself in such a situation, I was at a loss for what to do, feeling extremely awkward.

  It seemed to have sensed my tension, the woman in my arms whispered softly: "Great warrior, you don't need to be tense, I came here voluntarily. To repay you for avenging my husband, tonight my body is yours."

  With the night vision ability of a night creature, I saw the woman's appearance clearly. This was a 25- or 26-year-old young married woman, with a mature and charming face that had already become a wife, and a thick, sensual lip that made people want to take a bite. Her figure was also very provocative, her athletic body tightly pressed against mine, and although I was separated by a layer of clothing, I could still feel the fullness of the two soft mounds pressing against my chest.

  No, it's no use, my male characteristics have fully stood up, and the woman who was tightly attached to me immediately felt it. She began to twist her body constantly, rubbing against my sensitive parts, and my desire was completely ignited by this mature woman who kept teasing me. I let out a low growl, no longer suppressing myself, and fiercely kissed her sensual lips that exhaled fragrance. My body acted on instinct. For a while, the tent was filled with the rough breathing of men and the seductive moans of women.

  I don't know how long it took, but I finally released the last bit of desire in my body and lay down heavily. It turns out that this is the taste of love-making, no wonder so many people are obsessed with it, this kind of beauty is really too wonderful. Looking at the woman in my arms who had fallen asleep due to exhaustion, her pale face was stained with a faint red glow from the passion just now. She said it was to repay her deceased husband, it seems that her husband died in the battle during the day, leaving her alone as a woman, I don't know what fate has in store for her.

  Forget it, the grassland has its own way of survival, why bother so much, it's not that I'm heartless, but I really can't help her now, who made me a poor guy? Never mind, sleep. Holding the soft and delicate body in my arms, I fell into a deep sleep.

  The next day, when the sky was bright, the woman got up without disturbing me and quietly left the tent. Actually, I had already woken up when she woke up, but I didn't know what to say to her either, so I pretended to sleep and let her leave quietly. However, no matter if we can meet again in the future or not, I think this wonderful night will be unforgettable for me forever.