When Mokar heard the question from the leader Lu, he was a little stunned.

Then he showed a helpless smile at Lu.

"Then Team Leader Lu, you're joking."

"How could I not know why I had to stab the totem in the faces of the warriors?"

"In the tribe, even children who are only a few years old know why we have to stab two black dots under the corners of the soldiers' eyes."

As soon as Merkha finished speaking, Lu nodded.

"Then, Merkha, tell me."

"Tell me why we have to stab black dots under the corners of the soldiers' eyes - that is, our totem."

“Hey?”

Merka looked at Lu in surprise.

The patriarch, why did you suddenly ask me to tell this? Merkha asked Nalu like this with his eyes.

And Na Lu, who understood the meaning of Merkha's eyes, whispered:

"I just suddenly wanted someone to tell me how the totem on our faces came from. Tell me quickly, Merkha. Don't waste our time."

"Ah... OK."

Merkha cleared his throat.

Then he said loudly:

"A long time ago, at that time, we Lake people had no custom of pricking the warriors with totems."

"At that time, there was a huge giant snake entrenched on Mount Bra."

"The body of this giant snake is thicker than the torso of any tree."

"In order to comfort and please this bloodthirsty giant snake, we Lakers send several children under 8 years old as sacrifices every year to offer this giant snake."

"Continuously contribute poor sacrifices to win the survival of the tribesmen."

"Until one day, a soldier stepped forward."

"He decided to attack the giant snake and end this ridiculous sacrifice."

"This heroic warrior is named Posolov."

"Posolov summoned a group of soldiers who were equally like him and launched a crusade against the giant snake."

"After a fierce battle of one day and one night, the soldiers successfully killed the giant snake."

"It's a pity... Posolov died in this battle with the giant snake."

"In memory of this warrior who was not afraid of the rule of the giant snake and took the lead in resisting, since then, we have tattooed a black dot under the corners of each warrior's eyes."

"Because - under the corners of Posolov's eyes, there is a very obvious black mole."

"We commemorate this great warrior in this way, until now."

"In this hundreds of years of inheritance, the black dots under the corners of the soldiers' eyes are no longer just used to commemorate Posolov."

"The black dots under the corners of the soldiers' eyes have become the totem logo of our Lakers."

"It became a symbol of our Lakers."

"It became the pride of our Lakers."

After saying that, Merkar couldn't help but raise his hand and touched the black dots that were stabbed under the corners of his eyes.

No matter how many times Merkha said Posolov's heroic deeds, he still couldn't help but be moved.

"Has it become the pride of our Lakers..."

As soon as Merkha finished speaking, Lu murmured softly.

"You said it well, thank you, Merkha."

After saying that, Lu stood up from this smooth giant rock.

"Merka, you should go back to bed quickly, I'll leave first."

After giving Mokka a few words, Lu turned around and left without looking back.

Merkha did not notice that when Nalu turned and left, the confused look in Nalu's eyes slightly retreated.

...

After watching the patriarch Lu leave, Merkha turned around and looked at the vast Milky Way above his head.

Merka murmured as she touched the black dots that thorned under the corners of his eyes:

"Is it totem..."

Merkha recalled the origin of the totem on their faces, and then murmured:

"The ancestors were so powerful... They still had the courage to resist when facing the terrifying giant snake..."

"If only...we can have the courage of our ancestors..."

Merkha's palms, which were hanging on his legs, unconsciously clenched.

...

...

The next day.

The Britannians sent people again today.

But - Lu Ge was not sent to this day.

Instead, a team of soldiers came over, tied a letter to an arrow, shot it into their Hele tribe, and left.

The words in this newly sent letter were full of toughness.

This letter is an ultimatum for the Britannians.

The letter reads: Give them only the last 2 days for the Helei tribe.

In these last two days, I decided whether to fight or surrender.

If no reply has been given after these two days, they will be smoothed out once and permanently by force.

After receiving this ultimatum from the Britannians, various emotions and atmospheres began to spread among the tribe.

Someone is in pain.

Someone is sad.

Someone is desperate.

Some people are also... angry.

...

Nalu's mansion was crowded with warriors from the tribe.

Because the area of ​​the mansion is not enough, some soldiers are anxiously waiting outside the mansion.

"Class leader..."

A soldier said in a deep voice to Nalu:

"Let's fight with the Britannians!"

As soon as the warrior finished speaking, another warrior added:

"Yes! The patriarch! Fight with the Britannians! I don't want the Britannians to look down on us! I think we Lakers are all cowards who dare not resist!"

The soldiers who continued to yelled:

"Captain! You can't let the Britannians look down on us!"

"Let the Britannians know that we are not easy to mess with!"

"Class leader!"

"Fight for it! The patriarch!"

...

Merkha was also inside the house at this time.

Merkha stood at the end of the warriors and said nothing.

However, his fists were clenched tightly and his lips were pursed tightly.

Na Lu, who sat on the wooden chair with a blank expression, moved his eyes.

Nalu's eyes passed through the young faces in front of him.

“Young people.”

Na Lu said in a deep voice.
To be continued...