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Under the massive toe of the Mammoth, the Waji Mountain People crawled cautiously, aware that a moment's inattention could turn them into a mere smear beneath its weight. Suddenly, the Waji Mountain People appeared, startling the Mammoth and causing it to panic and scatter in all directions.
Amayi, with his small frame, rolled amidst the dust kicked up by the fleeing Mammoths. He had inadvertently entered the zone of chaos created by their retreat, a perilous situation indeed. The panicked Mammoths surged like a stampede of colossal beasts, trampling over the tiny bodies of the Waji Mountain People hunters.
Xiao Qiang had never witnessed such a brutal clash between humans and animals, nor seen humans competing with beasts in strength and cunning. The Mammoths roared and charged forward, leaving behind a cloud of dust as they raced toward the traps set by the Waji Mountain People.
Amayi felt both excitement and fear as he stumbled and got back up repeatedly, skillfully dodging amidst the roars and thundering feet of the Mammoths, unable to hear Xiao Qiang's calls from behind.
The Waji Mountain People had prepared an active trap behind the retreating path of the Mammoths—a large net made from Cliff Grass, waiting for the Mammoths to stumble into it.
At a narrow passageway stood brave Waji Mountain warriors alongside allied hunters. They employed primitive hunting methods, using small nets woven from Cliff Grass filled with stones to weigh down and ensnare the Mammoths.
The last Mammoth was trailing behind as its companions rushed past the active trap. Amayi's friend Dada Mishu's father, Kukuti, gave a command, and the net fell from above, successfully ensnaring the final Mammoth.
Despite its immense strength, the Mammoth was not easily subdued. It roared fiercely, struggling against the net and causing rocks on either side of the passage to crumble under its might, dragging along any hunters caught in its grasp.
Seeing Dada Mishu among those being dragged by the Mammoth, Amayi shouted, "Mishu..."
Xiao Qiang arrived just in time. Without a moment to spare for words, he snatched a stick from Amayi's hands and sprinted after the net and several hunters being pulled away by the Mammoth.
He moved with the speed of a leopard, racing forward. Aside from a few hunters who had already succumbed to unconsciousness beneath the Mammoth's weight, it was only Amayi who witnessed Xiao Qiang's abilities firsthand.
He reached the net being dragged by the Mammoth and swung his dagger to cut it free. The hunters were saved, but Xiao Qiang did not stop; he was enraged by this powerful beast.
In his fervor, he forgot about Waji Mountain's traditional rules. The onlooking Waji Mountain People were stunned by this outsider's reckless actions.
In their memories, no one had ever dared to pursue a Mammoth alone before; it was an unprecedented act. Saint Mother watched with astonished eyes as Xiao Qiang chased after the Mammoth under the setting sun.
She named him 'Wildfire,' signifying light that descends in darkness—his destiny. With this connection established, he was meant to appear in this primitive era over ten thousand years ago.
When he reached a desolate hillside devoid of life, he suddenly realized how impulsive he had been. The Mammoth seemed to sense its safety; it raised its massive toe and let out a roar befitting a victor.
Xiao Qiang thought that perhaps the Mammoth would cease its pursuit and return to its companions far ahead. However, he was taken aback when this intelligent creature turned back and began approaching him step by step.
Before this colossal Mammoth, Xiao Qiang felt diminutive—like a giant standing next to a tiny person.
With only a dagger and the stick he had taken from Amayi in hand, he wondered what to do as he watched the Mammoth advance with regal strides.
Xiao Qiang stepped back repeatedly; suddenly he didn't want to confront this creature anymore. He considered abandoning his chase and desire for conquest. His retreat did not halt the Mammoth’s advance; it continued toward him like a triumphant general.
Ten meters... five meters... one meter—Xiao Qiang found himself unable to move back any further. If he ran now, how would his fellow Waji Mountain People perceive him? They despised cowards and loathed weakness.
Sweat dripped from his grip on the stick. He could not retreat any longer. Gripping it tightly, he aimed at the approaching Mammoth’s throat and hurled it with all his might.
The stick struck true—it hit just below the throat of the Mammoth. Xiao Qiang laughed... believing that it would fall. But unexpectedly, the Mammoth shook violently; the stick fell away from its skin.
Damn it! If I don't run now, I'll be a fool! Xiao Qiang turned and sprinted away while glancing back. At his speed, he could easily evade any retaliation from the Mammoth. Yet once down the hill, how would he face his hungry fellow Waji Mountain People?
After running for a while, Xiao Qiang spotted an uneven pile of stones about fifty meters away where there lay an abandoned stick.
He dashed toward it just as the Mammoth closed in on him.
Xiao Qiang yanked at the stick with all his strength—damn! It was stuck between rocks and wouldn't budge. It seemed clear that this stick had been abandoned because it was trapped.
Unable to free it, he resorted to using his dagger instead. The Mammoth kicked at nearby stones within arm's reach; he could even smell its warm breath mixed with grass.
Panic surged through Xiao Qiang as he quickly drew out his dagger while still attached to his stick... but before he could escape, the Mammoth lunged forward with great force intending to crush him under its weight.
With a thrust of both dagger and stick into its throat area as it charged forward with momentum, it stumbled slightly before collapsing onto the stones with one final roar—the impossible had happened!
Xiao Qiang stared wide-eyed at this giant creature lying before him in disbelief.
This Mammoth was enormous; no one could estimate its weight since there were no tools available in ancient times capable of measuring such beasts.
"Wildfire has defeated a Mammoth alone!" cheered Amayi joyfully as he ran ahead. Following him were Saint Mother and beside her stood Waji Mountain’s most beautiful girl—the one inspired by Xiao Qiang’s clothing who first wrapped herself in scraps of cloth—and other hunters from Waji Mountain and allied tribes.
It became evident that Saint Mother's words about spiritual lineage should not be taken lightly; her prophetic foresight was grounded in truth. Wildfire represented hope for Waji Mountain People and heralded their entry into civilization under her guidance.
Saint Mother solemnly handed over her White Reed Staff to Xiao Qiang while announcing that this beautiful girl from Waji Mountain would marry him—leaving him suddenly bewildered.
As celebrations erupted among Waji Mountain People for their victory, Xiao Qiang approached their temporary leader humbly confessing that this hunt had been accidental—that it was driven by his own impulsiveness that led to stabbing into its throat when it charged at him first.
Upon hearing that Xiao Qiang willingly relinquished White Reed Staff back to them, that beautiful girl felt heartbroken and began to cry.
Saint Mother wore a heavy expression as she addressed her people still basking in victory: this would be their last hunt; disaster was approaching them—demons would come one after another to plunder everything belonging to Waji Mountain People.
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