Chapter 1000: Little trouble

Thousandth Chapter Small Trouble
According to the rules of the "Game of the Brave", being beaten out of the "weapon circle" means failure.
Although the "bear slayer" only suffered a bruise and swollen face, he did not suffer substantial damage.
But under the gaze of many witnesses, his face was blue and red. After biting his teeth for a long time, he could only kneel on one knee and bow his head to his opponent:
"Throwing the elephant, your bravery reminds me of the heroes who once glorified Turanze. Please allow me to fight side by side with you on the next journey and follow your advice at any time, for our oldest and common one. Ancestral spirit, seize the supreme glory!"
According to the rules, if there is no grudge, the victor should also show his magnanimity at this time: "Bear Slaughter, you are the most powerful opponent I have seen in my life, and you will become my best in the battle of glory. Comrades-in-arms, let us fight side by side, challenge the Golden Clan, unite all the troops in Turanze, head north, north, all the way north, let the courageless rats in the land of the holy light be in the picture again Under the iron hoof of the Lan warrior, shiver!"
Witnesses also praised: "This is really an unprecedented battle. The ancestor spirit will be happy for your bravery and bless you!"
With such a happy ending, it is a standard, classical, and textbook-like "game of the brave".
In the future, many of the witnesses will be unbearable, jumping into the weapon circle and challenging other witnesses.
And the two gladiators just now will become new witnesses, witnessing more thrilling battles.
According to the rules, the loser will surrender to the winner.
The winner will humbly say that this is really an arduous battle, and he has exhausted all his strength to force the loser.
Witnesses have to describe the fierce, grand, and thrilling battle of this battle in a wild language—in this way, the embarrassment and frustration of the loser can be resolved to the greatest extent.
In the most ideal ending, the Turan Warriors should become friends after more than a dozen games of "the Brave Game" and have a very clear understanding of each other's strengths.
If the smells are similar, then they should go to binge drinking and gambling, and gradually gather into an intimate combat group, on the battlefield, and challenge other combat groups.
When on the real battlefield, gather each other's resources and the servants under your hand, and immediately form a battle group that can effectively command and cooperate seamlessly.
Returning to their respective families, names such as "Bear Slayer" and "Elephant Throwing Man" will also spread, so that bloodhoof warriors from all directions will know that there is such a number one person.
In the era of clans lacking modern means of communication, this way of word-of-mouth and no acquaintance may be the fastest way to organize millions of unruly orcs in the shortest possible time. Good way.
This is probably why the Turan ancestors played the "game of the brave".
However, just like any rules, laws, and strategies, in the process of prolonged erosion and infiltration from the highest level to the lowest level, layer by layer, they will inevitably be distorted and deformed, or even completely unrecognizable.
"Game of the Brave" is more than one way to play.
The classic gameplay performed in Cross Streets is only suitable for young warriors who come from the local area, don't have too deep background, and can't talk about family interests and new hatreds. They just want to make a name for Liwan and make friends.
Many famous families competed for water sources, mineral veins, habitats of totem beasts, and the mandala tree that can grow the highest-grade golden fruit... As early as thousands of years ago, intricate grievances were formed.
Warriors from opposing families, once they meet each other, it is not as simple as stop.
Playing the "weapon circle" was just the luckiest ending.
It is not uncommon to have broken tendons, broken heads, blood flow, and even brain plasma, and be beaten to death by opponents with heavy techniques.
Once you step into the "weapon circle" surrounded by swords, spears, swords, halberds, and axes, you will put your life and death out of the picture. No matter how badly you lose or how bad your injuries are, the loser must be willing to bet.
With red eyes at most, send someone to play again to challenge the winner in the second round.
To be fair, they must also provide the victor with enough totem beast flesh and blood and secret medicine to restore his strength, allowing the victor to rest for a long enough time—at least, under the eye of the witnesses, it is necessary to do so.
And in the depths of the poor streets and alleys out of the eyes of the clan warriors.
Regardless of any rules, some people play black hands, sap, do everything they can to ambush all stupid prey within the scope of sight.
Some people formed gangs and engaged in large-scale armed battles with deadly enemies.
Some people are ambitious and eager to other people's totem armor, so that their armor is constantly upgraded, evolved, and strengthened.
Some people really grabbed several pieces of totem battle armor, and couldn't wait to integrate them into their totem battle armor, but they couldn't bear the power of too complex totem, and the memory of fighting that went back thousands of years and was too cruel.
Their spiritual defenses were overwhelmed by the power of the totem, and the flesh and blood body was hijacked by the totem armor, and turned into a monster that seemed to be wildly squirming and convulsing as if flesh and metal were randomly fused together, swimming in the form of an "origin warrior" Walking in the streets and alleys of Pointe-Noire, he launched an indiscriminate attack on all living creatures scanned by the killing intent.
In order to control and seize these "origin warriors" and become their own family's secret weapon, countless wealthy families have sent the most elite forces to find and the origin warriors.
The battle between totem warriors and origin warriors.
Strong men from different families fight to the origin samurai.
In these battles, thinking of new and old hatreds, brand new battles spawned.
It was like the fuel added with the secret medicine, adding fuel to the flames of Pointe Noire, which was already burning.
In this way, in the past day and night, many places in Pointe-Noire City were blasted into a ruined wall covered with blood and rotten flesh by the infinite bloodhoof warriors.
The entire city of Pointe-Noire, except for the temples of the rich and the big clans, the major arenas, the camps where the outsiders live, and the slums where the squirrel dwellers live, most of the areas are transformed into huge, high-speed, and permanent Endless arena or meat grinder.
Ground flesh and bones.
The dregs called "Glory" spewed out.
All the weak have fled to temples, arenas, slums, and the intricate labyrinth of sewage pipes scattered throughout the city.
Those who still dare to dominate and swagger through the city are not the noble warriors in hordes.
It was cruel and cruel, carrying at least three or five lives, and even hanging a string of fangs pulled out of the opponent's mouth on his waist, the real strong man.
The city of Pointe-Noire at this moment has completely become a paradise for the strong and a paradise for the warriors.
Ace such as Ice Storm, in this paradise for the brave, it is like a fish in water.
Since last night, she took her "Mythril Ripper" and left the Blood Skull Arena and went to "hunting".
Meng Chao encountered some minor troubles.
Of course he would not stay in the Blood Skull Arena and wait for death.
"Game of the Brave" is simply a godsend opportunity to catch fish in troubled waters and take advantage of the fire.
He couldn't wait to dive into the depths of the poor streets and to experience the customs of Turanze.
The problem now is that he put the fragments of the totem armor he had snatched from Big Buck in an abandoned sewage pipe under the ground of a rat dwelling area.
But now, this area of ​​rat people has become a battlefield where two groups of clan warriors engage in large-scale fighting...
"Have you made a mistake?"
Wearing a hooded cloak and an ebony mask, Meng Chao concealed himself tightly. He hung in the shadow of the corner, staring at a group of tauren and a group of wild boars who were fighting. Looking at the two groups of bear kids who couldn't control their desire for destruction at all.
God knows how much effort he took in order to avoid those clan warriors who are crazy.
It seems that from the moment the wolf smoke was lit and the drums of war rang, all the clan warriors went crazy, more or less affected by the power of totem, and their aggressiveness increased several times.
Meng Chao didn't want to be entangled by a group of heavy armored warriors without wearing a totem armor.
The location he chose was originally perfect.
It happened to be on the edge of a slum of snail dwellings.
The rat people living here seem to be "garbage bugs."
So much so that the slums were so stinky, suspicious mists lingered in the sky all day long.
Such a filthy place is not liked by the clan lords, and few strong will come here.
Even if Meng Chao did something wrong in the process of reproducing the totem armor, revealing a little bit of totem power, there is no need to worry about being discovered by the strong.
After successfully inhaling the Totem Armor into his body and having the capital to participate in higher-level games, Meng Chao can also ask the "garbage bugs" here to find out about the children in Cailuo Village.
If you are lucky, how many children from Cailuo Village might be found here?
Who knows, after venturing through half of the city of Pointe-Noire, I discovered that it has become a playground for the clan warriors.
Perhaps it is because there are not many strong people in this area, and there are no nosy guys who will jump out to be "witnesses."
They are not bound by any rules, they can fight, destroy, kill, and destroy unscrupulously, vent their flaming animality, right?
When hundreds of wild boars and bulls are waving maces and meteor hammers and dancing around the entrance and exit of the abandoned sewage pipe, how can Meng Chao go through the shadow of the sword and light sword, get into the sewage pipe, and get his totem? Where's the battle armor?
You know, although the highly intelligent ancestors of the higher orcs have left a sufficiently developed sewage pipeline system for them under the city.
But after tens of thousands of years of erosion, many areas of the underground space that have been in disrepair for many years have all collapsed and become blocked.
Even in areas that are hard to maintain, the overall structure is increasingly fragile and precarious.
Seeing the criss-cross spiderweb cracks on the ground that were heavily smashed by mace and meteor hammer, the area became larger and the gaps became wider and wider, Meng Chao was very suspicious that these violent wild boars and bulls would fight again. It is very likely that the entire ground collapsed, and the totem armor he stored below was buried deep in the ruins.
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