Chapter 671 Hunters on the Otter Lake

The mighty Tampon River originates from the Sierra Madre Oriental in the central plateau. It connects to the Texcoco Lake system in the south and meanders to the north. After passing through the city of Jilotepec, it flows all the way down and flows into the land of the Huastecs. Finally, this thousand-mile long river will rush into the seashore, forming a series of large lakes in the northeast of Otter City and merging into the Caribbean Sea.

In the Nahua language, "Tampon" means otter. At this moment, this otter habitat has welcomed an uninvited red-haired guest.

"Swoosh!"

A bone arrow flew out, as fast as lightning, shooting at an otter building a cave between the lakes. However, in an instant, the otter screamed and died on the spot.

Then, the young female hunter, with red hair fluttering and agile figure, strode forward. She confidently put the bow on her back, stretched out her strong and slender fingers, pinched the otter's tail, and lifted it upside down to check. She just took a look and smiled with satisfaction.

"Oh my god!"

Another young hunter came from behind, carrying a spear and holding a light hunting bow. He took a look at the hunting otter and exclaimed.

"Ah! You shot the otter's eye again! It's smaller than a bean, and it moves!"

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The agile female hunter turned her head and glanced at the young hunter sideways without saying a word. Then, she looked around and saw no trace of large beasts in this densely populated area. The female hunter pulled out an exquisite obsidian dagger, squatted by the small lake, and skillfully gutted the otter and peeled off its fur.

Another young hunter put away his hunting bow, took out his spear, and was alert on both sides. He looked to the south while chatting with the female hunter.

"Ah? 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 approached, and asked with a shameless face.

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

".Hmm?"

The female hunter Alan raised her head, her eyes like a sharp blade, and looked at the young hunter coldly. Seeing this murderous look, the young hunter shrank his neck, whispered softly, and shouted.

"Sister Alan"

"Hmm."

Alan had no expression on her face, lowered her head again, and patiently processed the fur. Her technique was very skillful. In just a quarter of an hour, she separated the otter's skin and flesh, and cleaned the fur preliminarily. Later, the tanning process had to be returned to the tribe, softened with smoke, rubbed with ash and stove soil, and beaten with stone slabs and wooden sticks.

"Take it!"

Alan stood up, her figure was as slender as a deer, and her movements were as agile as a fox. She put the few pounds of otter meat in her hand heavily into the young hunter's hand, and instructed in the tone of a sister.

"Go back and make soup to nourish your body. Chipawa, you have to train yourself every day! You need to be stronger, faster, and more ferocious to survive in battle after battle!"

".Uh. Good!"

Chipawa held the otter meat, was stunned for a moment, and put it in the bamboo basket behind him. Otter meat is sweet and warm in nature. Like venison, it can improve physical weakness, nourish the kidneys and nourish qi.

However, in Chipawa's opinion, he didn't think he needed to nourish. After a few years, he was no longer a fledgling who had just experienced war, but a warrior who had experienced fighting! The spear in his hand has killed no less than ten enemies, and the skills of close combat have long been as pure as breathing. However, his hunting skills.

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

Chipawa came forward again with a shy face. He opened his eyes wide, looking at Sister Alan's bright and sharp eyes and her distinct face, and felt a little absent-minded.

"Over the years, Sister Alan has become more and more cold and hard, and more and more beautiful, full of energy and spirit. She is like a falcon in the wilderness. Ah, such a direct look in the heart is very indifferent to everyone, except me."

"Bang!"

Alan stretched out her hand, bent her index finger and middle finger, and gave Chipawa a "chestnut" on the head. Then, she frowned and pulled her dyed red hair, and was a little embarrassed for a while.

"Chipawa, I don't know how to teach you. Archery. Just see it, aim, and shoot it. But the first step is to see it. I can see it, but you can't."

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

"I'm not lying to you."

"You are!"

Chipawa was angry, covering his head and refuted 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, teach me a few more days, and I will learn it naturally!"

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Alan stood up and glanced at Chipawa expressionlessly. Suddenly, her pointed ears moved, and she took off the big bow behind her and pinched three more arrows in her hand.

"Sister Alan?"

"Shh! There's someone. It might be a scout from Vastek."

Hearing this, Chipawa's smile suddenly disappeared. His expression became stern, and he clenched the spear in his hand, lying on the ground, ready to fight at any time.

"This way!"

After a few breaths, Alan's expression turned cold. She pulled the hunting bow and aimed at the bushes where the sound came from, her eyes sharp, like a hawk before hunting. Then, a figure with a bent waist appeared in front of her eyes and was quickly locked by her. And at the moment she released her right hand, her eyes suddenly changed, and her left hand rose up in a hurry.

"Swoosh!"

A swift bone arrow, drawing a slightly higher arc, flew past the figure and shot into a large tree in the jungle. The figure was stunned, her hair was messed up by the wind, her feet softened, and she sat down in fear. She looked up in horror, revealing a thin face, but she was a Wastek girl of twelve or thirteen years old.

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Alan walked in front of the girl with a hunting bow and a spear-wielding Chipawa. She looked at the girl's naked upper body, which was a custom of the Wastek tribe. She looked at the shell necklace and small straw bag on the girl again, and she should be the daughter of a middle-level warrior in the tribe. After observing for a while, Alan asked in a deep voice in fluent Wastek.

"Where are you from? Are you alone?"

"I am alone."

The girl raised her head and glanced at Alan's striking red hair, with an inextricable fear in her eyes. She knew that this was the most fierce and powerful hunter in a fierce tribe from the north to the south. She trembled and struggled to organize her words and answered.

"My tribe is in the southwest. Warriors with tiger skins, warriors with spears, warriors with axes, many warriors, shouted and rushed in. Dad died in the battle, and I escaped and have been on the run for two days. Please, don't kill me!"