The Serengeti Savannah is a wonder in Anvarasna, with a typical savanna climate and open grasslands inhabited by hundreds of species of wildlife endemic to Mias. It is a place full www.biquge.info of dangers, it is the land of life, it is the home of the people of Mias.

It's hardly enough to put into a few words or a few words what makes the Serengeti savannah special. If the Adriatic plateau on the border of Reynosque and Hitaros is an idyllic maiden, then the Serengeti savannah is a wild and unrestrained dancer. The Parmis have always considered the galloping horses of the Berenheath in the northern part of their country to be one of the most spectacular sights in the world, but when they had the privilege of witnessing the migration of the wildebeest, zebra and bison of the Serengeti, they were amazed by the sheer sheer sheer of horses than their own horses.

June and November are the time of mass migration of these herbivores, moving from the drying grasslands in the south to the abundant aquatic areas in the northwest. This migration in June is the most important, as it is the first migration of the pups born this year. More than 2 million wildebeest, zebras, bison and antelope cross the largest river in Mias, the Rama River, which is at the beginning of the summer flood season. A large number of crocodiles are concentrated in the Rama River, and they work hard to hunt their prey in order not to bask in the sun on an empty stomach for the second half of the year.

When Sogrend first saw the scene of life fighting each other in the Rama River, he couldn't help but indulge in it. In the rushing river, herds of herbivores gather. The older ones protected the new generation in the middle, jumping into the river and swimming to the other side without hesitation. In the process, the infirm were either swallowed up by the river or dragged away by the crocodiles and torn apart. The survivors who managed to reach the other side did not have time to look back and mourn their kind, and they continued to run straight towards their destination.

"Lord Luce, are you looking at those animals?" Memnon came from behind.

"Ah, yes, my friend." Thorgrande was still staring intently ahead.

"I used to feel a little tired of having to play this scene every year in Serengeti, but after so many years away from home, it was really intimately to witness this scene again."

"Yes, it's like the spring in May in France, I don't think it's beautiful when I live there all the time, but when I return from a long trip, I feel like I'm in heaven." Sogrend withdrew his gaze and turned back to speak. "Speaking of which, Memnon, I've seen the steppes of Parmis and Renoske, but I never expected to see such a spectacular sight in Mias."

"That's just part of the story, and you'll see more of it in the future." Memnon said, "But I don't think you need to follow me to this wild land, which is so different from your cities and villages. ”

"It's because of the difference that I want to come and take a look, isn't it a pity not to seize the opportunity to see the various scenes in this world?" Saugland smiled.

"You are right, let's find a shoal along the river, those crocodiles won't have time to take care of us later."

Saugland used the second of the powers given to him by the pharaoh in Efini to grant perpetual freedom to a black slave, much to everyone's bewilderment. Even the slave himself did not believe that he would have such good fortune, and the first thing he did when he woke up was to prove to Saugland that he was truly free. The Efinians were amazed, but no one could see how much Sogrande could pose a threat to the pharaoh by doing so, so they had no opinion.

Thorgrande then refused Queen Neferti's offer, and took his farewell to his countrymen to travel south to Mias with the freed slave. It is known to be a wild place, far from the civilized world of Anvarasna. The Pharians were so worried about this that they wanted to send him some men, but they refused. Abinas had wanted to follow Sogre all the time, but when he heard that he was going to the harsh wasteland, he flinched. Eventually, Sogrend followed Memnon's instructions and set out on his way.

For Memnon, he realized that Sogrand was no ordinary traveler. Because the future King Mias was knowledgeable, when he confirmed Thorgrande's identity, he immediately understood that this was an opportunity that could not be sought again. He had been very attentive and courteous to Saugland during his travels, hoping that the Farencian would give him some guidance.

It's been five days since Efini left his last frontier fort, and it's the dry season in the Serengeti, with the sun scorching and scorching during the day. Naturally, Sogrand and Memnon chose to go out by day, hurrying in the morning and evening when it was cooler, and looking for shade to rest at noon.

Memnon has been away from the steppe for many years, but his survival skills here have not deteriorated in the slightest. He can correctly find water sources and plant tubers, and hide from predators and mosquitoes. Sogrend has always praised him as a good guide.

They naturally talked about the day during the break, and Memnon briefed Saugland about himself. Memnon's birth was not bad, he was the eldest son of a tribal chief, and was always considered by the tribe to be the best candidate to succeed his father in the future. He himself was also a hard worker, and he was the youngest person in his clan to receive the title of "Antelope Warrior" (during the Mias rite of passage, he independently captured an antelope to make his first shield, and then he was awarded the title of "Antelope Warrior", and the Mias man with the title was considered an adult). When he and several companions were ambushed at the mouth of the river, trying to hunt crocodiles to earn the title of "crocodile warrior", they were caught by slave traders and sold to Efini. Eventually, he was sent to a noble farm in Alexandria, whose owner saw that the young slave was good-looking, intelligent, and able-bodied, and asked him to teach him something to help him manage his slave herd in the future. However, Memnon's young heart longed for freedom and his homeland, and he studied them earnestly while looking for an opportunity to escape. Finally, on that day, he was given a chance to escape.

In the evening, Saugland noticed that Memnon had stopped walking suddenly, and he followed the black youth's line of sight, and a village loomed in the only remaining golden red glow of the setting sun. Presumably, in Memnon's eyes, this is the most beautiful silhouette painting in the world. The black young man stood there as he heard a sound coming from his nose, and then saw the young man suddenly fall on his knees, prostrate himself on the ground and kiss the ground beneath his feet. After a long time, he stretched out his arms and straightened his upper body, and shouted a local word to the sky. Even if he didn't understand it, Sogrend could guess what it meant—I was finally home.

Memnon then excitedly ran towards the village, and Sogrend could only keep up, but the Mias man's running talent was beyond his reach, so he was quickly pulled some distance behind.

However, Memnon's joy was soon repulsed by a javelin, and the alert village guard warned him.

"I'm Memnon, I'm Memnon, I'm back!" Mennon shouted to the village in the vernacular dialect.

The village guard was visibly hesitant, and Memnon tried to go further, but was held back by Sogrend, who had already caught up.

"Don't worry, my friend."

After a while, a few fires lit up on the opposite side, and then the firelight quickly approached the two of them.

"Patriarch, you have to see clearly, is he really your son?"

"Father, it's me, it's your eldest son who has returned!" Mennon shouted as he pointed to his chest.

"You come and show us alone." Said the old man who was called his father by Memnon.

Thorgrande patted his traveling companion on the shoulder and nudged him to reunite with his loved ones. Memnon's mood was high again, and he ran to his father as fast as he could. The old man himself took the torch and examined the young man carefully. The old man trembled and stretched out his right hand and stroked Mennon's forehead, nose, eyes, cheeks, lips, chin, neck, and shoulders. Then, throwing the torch aside, he hugged his son passionately and wept bitterly.

"My child, your mother and I thought we had lost you forever."

"Didn't I come back in good shape?" Memnon comforted his father, "Is Mommy alright?" Are your younger siblings okay? Are you all okay? ”

"It's all good, it's all good, and now that you're back, we're all good."

"Father is getting old," thought Memnon with some sadness, "but when I come back, all will be well." ”

"What happened to you, and where have you been all these years?" The father had countless questions about his returning eldest son, and he couldn't wait to ask them.

"I have to talk about this carefully, and I can't finish it for a few days and nights, but I was able to return safely thanks to the gentleman over there, who saved me once." Memnon said and pointed to Saulgrand, who was still in the distance, to whom the Pharians owed.

"A white man?!" The Mias people screamed in horror, and in their perception the whites were some hateful demons who plundered the property and land of the blacks, took them and sold them as cattle, and desecrated the gods and religions of the blacks. All in all, there is no more odious creature in this world than the white man for the Mias.

"Anyway, he's our family's benefactor, please come over. We can't be as ungrateful as those white people. The old patriarch said. Since the patriarch had spoken like this, it was difficult for others to raise objections, and they were also curious as to why a white man would save a black man.

That night, the whole village was delighted, and they lit a bonfire in the square in the middle of the village to bring out the treasured mead. The Mias feast was different in that they did not have many utensils, and when drinking the mead, they used the same clay pot, but each took turns using hollow straw to drink. They will also dance and sing at the banquet, but without that much red tape, and you can dance to the plain beat of the brass drum whenever you are happy.

If the most important private property of the Mias is their shield, then the most important property of an entire village or tribe is their bronze drum. The Mias Plateau is rich in gold, silver, and copper, but there is a lack of iron ore to make tools, so it is very difficult for the Mias people to mine copper, and it takes a lot of labor to make a copper drum. The bronze drum is not only an indispensable instrument in the banquet, but also an indispensable ritual instrument in religious sacrifices, and an important tool to boost morale during battle. When two tribes fight, the greater the number of drums and the louder the sound of the other side, can almost determine the outcome of the battle.

The people of Memnon had not been so happy for a long time, and they sang and danced by wine, and at last they all lay down by the campfire and fell asleep. Until the end, only Memnon and Sogrend remained awake.

The bright silver moon hung in the clean night sky, and its light sprinkled on the ground, but it made the whole grassland look deeper and more vast. In the distance, in the grass, dotted with fireflies floated in the moonlight on a summer night, making the surroundings seem more and more silent.

"It was a lovely evening." "The taste of mead is unique. ”

"Does Lord Luce really think so? The white men don't see it that way, they must have thought our banquet was rude and barbaric. ”

"At least it's not hypocritical."

"That's true." Mennon looked at the starry sky, "I want everyone to sleep like this every night with a pleasant mood. ”

"You'll make this wish come true, okay, I'll be on the first shift, and you can rest for a while."

"Well, you're here."

Sogrend lived under the hospitality of the Memnon, and life here could not be compared with the city of Efini, but it was not like that. Sogre took part in the daily life of the Mias people, hunting antelopes and bison with them, collecting honey with them, and planting and harvesting potatoes with them. In particular, the potato crop, which was first seen in Sogrend, was grown in a simple way, required less water, and could be grown multiple times a year. Sogrand realized that this would be an important crop, so he carefully inquired and learned how to grow potatoes. (Note: In the real world, potatoes are native to the Americas, and this game places its origin in Mias.) ）

After a few days of peace, trouble always ensues.

On this day, the people returned from hunting. Memnon, however, saw his father squatting in front of the door, frowning sadly, and his sister and another young man standing behind him in dejection.

"What's the matter, father?" Memnon asked.

"Well......" the old man sighed, "Benin of the Gaida tribe has brought in a message to marry your sister, but I have promised Mira of the same village to marry your sister to his eldest son. The meaning of the Qaeda is that if you don't hand over your sister, then they will use force to snatch it. ”

"Does that mean they've declared war on us?"

"So to speak."

Memnon looked at her sister, and the girl's eyes were full of pleading, and it was clear that she and the eldest son of the young man, Mira, were in love. Memnon understood how it felt to be forced, and the moment he was freed, he secretly vowed not to let his relatives and people suffer such misfortune again.

"Let's fight and let them know that we're not easy to bully!" Mennon waved his fist, and several youths behind him immediately responded enthusiastically.

"However, you have to consider that the Gaida are several times more numerous than us." The old man reminded his son.

"But we'll win!" Memnon said as he looked at Saulgrande, and the Pharynsi smiled at him, which made Memnon even more firm in his tone, "Battles are not won by numbers alone, otherwise the lion should never be able to defeat the wildebeest." ”

The old man was still skeptical, but the young men of the clan were encouraged by Memnon.

When the crowd dispersed, they prepared their equipment for the battle to come. Memnon dragged Saugland into the house.

"Please teach me how to defeat Benin of the Gaida." The black youth spoke earnestly to the Pharians.

"You're too irresponsible, aren't you, boasting about Haikou in front of everyone, but you have to come down to take responsibility for you?" Saugland smiled.

"You weren't just hinting at me ......"

"I didn't say anything, I smiled politely, I was the same to everyone."

"Please don't shirk it, this battle is not just for my sister, it's also for Mias."

"Oh, where does that begin?" Thorgrande smiled meaningfully.

"I realized that if I didn't want my fellow citizens to be slaughtered, the Mias had to unite. Only by working together can we be truly strong. As we saw the other day on the banks of the Rama River, herbivores must unite to make the vast majority of their members cross the fast-flowing river, and crocodiles must unite to tear their prey apart (the famous crocodile death spin). Therefore, I must defeat the Ghaeda and build my reputation so that the Mias can understand that I have the right and the ability to unite them. ”

Thorgrande clapped softly, "That's a good point, but it's not easy to do. ”

"Are you willing to help me?"

"Let me know more about the Al Qaeda and their leader, without accurate information, you can't make a plan to deal with the situation."

The Mias are still in a primitive and backward state of warfare, and they may be on par with the armies of the civilized world in some small group tactics, but once the scale of the battle reaches more than 100 men, they are not so smart. Almost as in the early days of the Articut Empire, the troops of both sides lined up in an agreed place, and then faced each other. Even the Navi rarely fought like this now.

The Qaedar thought that the battle would continue as usual that day, with more men and better equipment than Memnon's. Especially for a large tribe like them, the number of bronze drums is two or three times that of Memnon's. This was a decisive advantage in the tribal warfare of the Mias.

The early stages of the battle were indeed as the Ghaeda patriarch Benin thought, and his drumming completely overwhelmed the opponent, and after the first round of javelin throwing, the enemy immediately began to flee in a crushed manner. Benin, of course, will not let go of this good opportunity to take advantage of the victory, he will fight all the way to the other party's village, and grab the bride he fancies. As a result, the warriors of the Qaeda clan let out a cry of "woo-woo-woo" and pursued the enemy.

As we mentioned earlier, Mias are good long-distance runners, so the chase between the two sides will probably take half a day. In this way, the drummers of the Qaida were completely left behind by their own fighters, who were also armed, but their numbers were too small. Just as the drummers were trying to pack up and keep up with their own warriors, Mennon led his men out from the other direction, and they rushed into the middle of the drummers, knocking them all to the ground. In this way, all the bronze drums of the Qaeda tribe fell into the hands of Memnon.

Benin, who had chased him outside the village of the Mennon tribe, was deterred by a pile of traps, and he and his warriors had lost their strength after such a long run. Benin decided to wait for its own drummers to come up and use the drums to boost morale and settle today's battle in one fell swoop.

In the end, however, he was waiting for not his own drummer, but the thunderous drums of his enemies. As we mentioned earlier, the beating of the Mias drums was a decisive factor on the battlefield. Under these conditions, the army of the Qaeda immediately became scattered and fled like a flock of sheep fearing the spring thunder. Memnon attacked from behind the enemy, and he easily broke through the lines of the Qaeda and came to Benin.

As the head of a clan, of course, the other party is not willing to give in easily. Benin and Memnon immediately fought, and the Memnon people tried to come up to help, but were stopped by Sogrande. Memnon's father understood the Phalens's intentions. Today's battle is not just about defeating the Gaida, it's about proving something to the entire Serengeti grassland. And to prove this, Memnon must rely on his own strength to achieve the final victory.

While the old patriarch had finished explaining to the people, Mennon was victorious, disarming his opponent and holding his spear against their throat.

"You swear never to hit my sister again!" Memnon ordered.

"Okay, I swear." Benin succumbed.

"Very well, I hope you keep your oath." Memnon lowered his javelin.

Benin did not expect that the other side would let himself live, and the head of a rival tribal patriarch would be the best trophy of a warrior. He hesitated to his feet, turning to hurry away. Suddenly, Memnon stopped him again. Benin felt a chill run down his spine, and he thought the other party had changed his mind.

"Your stuff." Memnon threw his shield back to him. That shield was also a good trophy, covered with two layers of rhinoceros and crocodile skin, and many warriors on the Serengeti dreamed of such a shield.

"And these things, you send someone to get them back tomorrow." Ignoring the consternation of the other party, Mennon had several captured copper drums placed in the open space outside the village.

Benin was completely stunned at this time, if the return of the shield could be interpreted as the other party's respect for him, a well-known warrior, then the return of the bronze drum lost by his clan would be a great favor to the Mias people. Because the bronze drum is the soul of a tribe, an indispensable treasure of a tribe, and a symbol of the strength of a tribe. If Memnon had kept those drums, his tribe would have become the most powerful tribe in the Serengeti steppes, and some of the smaller tribes and vagrants would have joined him at once. However, he returned such an important treasure to the Gaida tribe, who had just been an enemy.

Benin did not leave, he solemnly knelt down on one knee and handed his shield in front of Memnon. When the people of Memnon saw this, they immediately burst into thunderous cheers. This act of Benin, in the custom of Mias, meant entrusting himself and his tribe to Memnon.

"Since then, the name of our king has spread throughout the Serengeti grasslands. And all these are the guidance given by the prophet to our king, otherwise my king would have no great name of strength and no convincing man. Mbega summed it up this way.