The Earth People are so Fierce

This is not a perfect solution.

But if you want to carry as many golden fruits, totem beast flesh and blood, cores, secret medicines, and totem battle armor fragments as much as possible, to escape the city of Pointe-Noire, you can think of the best plan in a hasty.

With the expansion of the team's size, Ice Storm is bound to get a lot of materials and vehicles.

In the field of domesticating common beasts and totem beasts, advanced orcs possess unique secret recipes that are more effective than those of Dragon City.

In particular, the bull and workhorse of the Bloodhoof clan are the best in Turanze, even in the whole world.

If you can take away the entire squad, no, as long as you can take away a small half.

There is no need to worry about the cultivation resources for the next period of time.

Meng Chao nodded.

Ice Storm's plan was really realized, but it solved his biggest worry.

Now, he only cares: "So, what about the servants?"

"Are you talking about the leaves of them?"

Ice Storm said, "I admit that you have trained the first batch of servants very well, especially Ye Zi. He has an extremely rare talent. With a little luck, it is very possible to complete the journey from rat people to servants. Soldiers, counterattacks from servants to samurai, from samurai to generals.

"In fact, I also really like this smart, sturdy little guy.

"But, it's a pity that the road I have to walk is too difficult to take him-if you take him along, it will only kill him.

"But you don't have to worry about the way out for these servants.

"The past two team battles have proven their strength. In the eyes of any commander, they are the best fighters.

"After we leave, there will be a lot of clan warriors, vying to recruit these servants, and they will not easily become cannon fodder."

Meng Chao nodded.

He was confident in the fighting skills he taught Ye Zi to them.

Letting such an elite force act as cannon fodder is definitely a violent thing.

Believe that no clan warrior can be so stupid.

But he was still very worried: "Even if it is not cannon fodder, they will also be involved in the **** whirlpool of the ‘War of Glory’. In all likelihood, they will die in a protracted and meaningless war with no place to bury them!"

"Which of us are not, mysterious friends from far away, who of us is not involuntarily in the **** whirlpool, may die without a burial place at any time?"

The ice storm suddenly changed from the usual indifference and fierceness, and the icy eyes cracked, revealing a sense of helplessness. She smiled bitterly, "Whether the rat people or the samurai, whether the chief or the priest, whether from Turanze or from the holy The land of light, perhaps, in this **** world, death is our destiny."

"Fate..."

Meng Chao muttered to himself.

Blazing flames burst out of the eyes.

In an instant, this flame was torn to pieces by him and turned into flying stars.

…

As soon as this **** dawn came, all kinds of rumors spread rapidly along the noisy streets and crowded taverns in every corner of the whole city of Pointe-Noire.

All kinds of vivid and colorful rumors and even absurd rumors eventually converged into two syllables that seemed to have magical power:

"For the brave, the game!"

More than two hundred years have passed since the last "Game of the Brave" by the Bloodhoof clan.

No clan warrior has experienced such a carnival.

But in the battle hymns, epics, and stories that have been passed down from generation to generation in the family, they have heard how the heroes of the past came to prominence through the "Game of the Brave".

Many people's totem armors even store the thrilling and thrilling pictures of the previous or previous master who participated in the "Game of the Brave".

When these two syllables sounded, the immense pleasure of using the whole city as the arena, every street and every tavern as an arena, galloping across the sky under the eyes of everyone, and letting one's name resound through the sky, immediately hijacked The central nerves of these totem warriors were overwhelmed, and the entire cerebral cortex was submerged.

"Are you really going to play the'Game of the Brave'?"

"It's true. I saw dozens of heads of families and settlements all gathered together to discuss!"

"A full ten palm-years of prosperity is too long. I don’t know which strong people have emerged in Pointe-Noire and the place. It is also time to play a'game of the brave'. Let us look at the new generation. What kind of strong do you look like, knowing whose orders should be followed in the war!"

"Our chance is here!"

Regardless of whether tauren, boar, elephant or centaur, all bloodhoof warriors are gearing up and looking forward to it.

In the afternoon of this day.

In the hundreds of temples in the east, west, north and south of Pointe-Noire city, colorful wolves lit up at the same time.

Said "Wolf Smoke", in fact, not only the dung of jackals, tigers and leopards, but also the dung of dozens of totem beasts, mixed with a lot of secret medicine and mineral powder.

The smoke that was produced first rose into the sky, and then slowly fell like a faint layer of mist, covering the entire Black Point City.

All clan warriors who breathe in wolf smoke.

Everyone feels the blood veins are stretched, the spirit is excited, all kinds of desires and thirst for glory are several times stronger than usual.

But the perception of fatigue and pain gradually became numb.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

As the wolf smoke gradually spread throughout the city, after hundreds of thousands of clan warriors inhaled the wolf smoke, a low and long drum of war sounded in hundreds of temples at the same time.

The drums sound like the ancient hearts of the ancestors.

But in the chests of the latest generation of warriors, they jumped vigorously.

Now, everyone can finally confirm that the "Game of the Brave" has begun.

The rat people living in Pointe-Noire are all scurrying around like the end of the day, hiding in the depths of the poor streets, shivering in the dilapidated huts, or in the most pious manner, to the ancestors who have long abandoned them. Begging—Let the clan masters fight as far as possible from them.

Many down-and-out warriors from small and medium-sized families, after admiring a few battles, comparing their combat power with those of the gladiators, and weighing them over and over, will hide in camps and arenas very wisely.

According to the past tradition of "the game of the brave", these places are equivalent to "safe areas" and will not be harassed.

But hiding in a safe zone means voluntarily giving up the power to give orders in the Battle of Glory, and can only be honest and wait for the call of the strong.

More warriors who were not reconciled to obscurity, all put on their most gorgeous battle robes. Under the farewell priests wearing huge masks and dancing witch dances, they swaggered and took to the streets, with a posture that was a hundred times more excited than usual. , Drinking strong alcohol, making loud noises, spending a lot of money at the gaming table, always ready to meet all challenges.

When the war drum sounded, the city of Pointe-Noire, which was silent for only a moment, quickly exploded with ten times the energy and turned into a raging city that never sleeps.

Soon, the first street fight without any rules was staged.

"I, the'Bear Slayer' from Jushi Village, defeated a'grey rock bear' with bare hands in the coming-of-age ceremony, took out and ate its heart alive!

"Now, I want to challenge this powerful samurai to express my highest respect for him!"

At the crossroads, a bull-headed warrior stopped a ferocious wild boar warrior.

"I, the'elephant thrower' from Tieliu Town, my family has domesticated the most violent war elephant for generations. When my arm is only half the thickness now, I can easily lift an adult war elephant and throw it out. Ten arms away, now, on behalf of the glorious family, I accept the challenge of the'bear slayer', who will witness the glory for us?"

The two samurai screamed at the same time, their muscles flared, and their blood vessels churned like angry dragons.

"I will witness!"

"I'm here to witness the glory for you!"

"Pointe-Noire, the'fire axe' of the Ironhide family will witness your glorious battle for the two warriors who are bleeding with sacred blood!"

The onlookers scattered one after another.

And drew out the weapon and raised it high.

With a roar of "I will witness", the heavy weapons commonly used by high orcs, such as war knives, battle axes, two-handed swords, maces, meteor hammers, etc., were blasted to the ground like iron fences. In a circle.

This circle is the easiest and most sacred arena.

And the "witness" of the onlookers is not just empty words, but a part of the responsibility.

For example, two warriors agreed on certain bets before the fight.

It is even agreed that the loser must join the victor's battle group and obey the victor's orders.

The witness must ensure that the loser fulfills the agreement.

And when the loser refuses to fulfill the agreement, this disgraceful behavior spreads out, making the loser notorious.

Even assist the winner and punish the loser together.

It seems to be thankless work.

But there are countless Turan warriors who enjoy it.

And to "witness the glory" as an important way to please the ancestor spirit in order to get the blessing of the ancestor spirit.

Soon, under the onlookers of more than a dozen witnesses, the battle between the "bear slayer" and the "elephant thrower" began.

There is no adjudicator, no arena, there is only a circle of heavy weapons between the fighters and the onlookers. The blood, sweat and even brains of the fighters will splash on the faces of the onlookers at any time.

The excitement at hand made up for the lack of combat levels. Although this was not a gorgeous showdown between ace cards, it still made the onlookers excited and eager to try.

Soon, the "elephant thrower" opened his eyes wide, shouted violently, and lifted the "bear slayer" high and threw it out of the circle.

Even if the "bear slayer" really has the courage to dig a bear's heart alive, they can't find a place to exert force in mid-air. They can only thump a huge body and fall outside the fence surrounded by heavy weapons.