บท 970: King of the Grasslands

A group of black men with bows, arrows, and daggers was marching on the prairie, facing the morning sun.

Golden sunshine shone down on them, and in the light of their footsteps, silhouettes snaked along the plain.

Li Du, who was at the back of the line, asked Cheeks, "Where are we going now? It's not like we're just walking around, waiting to come upon prey, is it?"

"Not exactly. We're walking around, but instead of waiting for prey to come to us, we're looking for its habitat," said Cheeks.

After walking for more than half an hour, they found a stretch of bush.

At this, the hunters exchanged excited smiles and muttered a few words to one another. Four or five of them broke off from the party and crept closer to the bushes, while the others moved on.

The Hadzas left the column in droves, but not all went on together. They divided their forces along the way, trying to find as much food as possible.