Chapter 999: Little Trouble
According to the Game of the Brave’s rules, being hit out of the ring meant failure.
Although Bear Slayer was still alive, only sustaining a bruise not suffering any substantial damage…
Before the eyes of many witnesses, his face was bruised and red. He gritted his teeth for a long time, but he could only kneel on one knee and bow to his opponent.
“Elephant Thrower, your bravery reminds me of the heroes who once glorified Picturesque Orchid Lake. Please allow me to fight alongside you in the upcoming journey. I will listen to your commands at all times and seize the supreme glory for our most ancient and common ancestral spirit!”
According to the rules, if there were no old grudges… “Bear Slayer, you are the most powerful opponent I have ever seen in my life, and you will be my best comrade in the Battle of Glory. Then, let us fight side by side and challenge the golden clan. We will unite all the armies in Tulanze and march north, north, and all the way to the north. Let those cowardly rats in the land of Holy Light Tremble under the iron hooves of the warriors of Tulanze!”
The witness also praised, “This is truly an unprecedented great battle. The ancestral spirits will definitely be happy for your bravery and bless you!”
With such a happy ending, it could be considered a standard, cla.s.sical, textbook-like “Game of the brave”.
Following that, many of the witnesses would have an unbearable itch and jump into the Weapons Circle to challenge the other witnesses.
The two gladiators just now would become the new witnesses and witness the more thrilling fights.
According to the rules, the loser would submit to the winner.
The winner would humbly say that this was a really tough battle and that he had to put in a lot of effort just to subdue the loser.
The witnesses would use flowery language to describe the fierce, grand, and thrilling fight — in this way, the embarra.s.sment and frustration of the loser would be minimized.
In the most ideal ending, the Tulan warriors should become friends after more than ten rounds of the “Game of the brave”and have a clear understanding of each other’s strength.
If they had the same taste, then they should drink and gamble wildly and gradually form an intimate battle group. They would go to the battlefield and challenge other battle groups.
When they were on the real battlefield, they would gather their resources and servants together and form a combat group that could effectively command and coordinate with each other.
When they returned to their families, names such as “Bear slayer”and “Elephant-throwing man”would be spread, letting the blood hoof warriors from all directions know that there was such a person.
In the era of the clans that lacked modern means of communication, this method of pa.s.sing on information by word of mouth and getting to know each other without fighting was perhaps the best way to make millions of unruly high-level orcs.., organize themselves quickly.
This was probably the reason why the ancestors of the Tulan people played the “Game of the brave”.
However, just like any rule, law, and strategy, after a long period of erosion and infiltration from the highest level to the lowest level, they would definitely be distorted and even look completely different.
“The game of the brave”, there was more than one way to play it.
The cla.s.sic game that was played on the streets of the cross, where everyone was happy, was only suitable for those who came from the local areas. There was no deep background, nor was there any family interests or new or old grudges, young warriors who simply wanted to make a name for themselves and make friends.
Many prominent families, in order to fight for the water source, mineral veins, the habitat of totem beasts, the mandala tree that could grow the highest grade golden fruit… as early as a thousand years ago, they had already formed a complicated grudge.
When warriors from rival families met each other on a narrow road, it was not as simple as it seemed.
The ‘Weapon Ring’was only the luckiest outcome.
It was not uncommon to have broken bones, broken bones, broken heads, and even broken brains. It was not uncommon to be beaten to death by the opponent with heavy techniques.
Once one stepped into the ‘Weapon Ring’, which was formed by knives, Spears, swords, halberds, axes, axes, and forks, one would disregard life and death. No matter how miserable one’s defeat was, or how serious one’s injuries were, the loser had to admit defeat.
At most, with red eyes, they would send someone to go on stage again and issue a second round of challenge to the winner.
To be fair, they also had to provide the winner with enough totem beast flesh and secret medicine to recover their strength, so that the winner could rest for a long enough time — at least, under the watchful eyes of the witnesses, they had to do so.
And in the depths of the poor streets and shabby alleys beyond the eyes of the tribal warriors.
Some people disregarded all rules and attacked with underhanded methods, using everything they had, ambushing all the silly prey within the range of their vision.
Some people formed cliques and engaged in large-scale armed combat with their mortal enemies.
Some people were ambitious, eager to s.n.a.t.c.h other people’s totem battle armors, so that their own battle armors could continuously upgrade, evolve, and become stronger.
Some people really did steal a few pieces of totem armors and impatiently integrated them into their own totem armors. However, they could not withstand the overly complicated totem power and could not go back thousands of years, the battle memories that were too brutal.
Their spiritual defense line was broken by the totem power. Their flesh and blood bodies were hijacked by the totem armors and turned into monsters that seemed to be crazily wriggling and twitching as if their flesh and blood were mixed with metal, in the form of a ‘Origins Warrior’, they wandered the streets and alleys of black-corner city and launched indiscriminate attacks on all living creatures that were scanned by the killing intent.
In order to control and seize these ‘Origins Warriors’and make them the secret weapons of their families, countless major clans sent their most elite forces to search for and seize the origins warriors.
Battles between Totem Warriors and origin warriors.
Battles between powerhouses from different clans in order to seize the origin warriors.
In these battles, new and old grudges were recalled, and new battles were born.
It was like fuel added with secret medicine, adding fuel to the already burning black-corner city.
Just like that, in just one day and one night, many places in black-corner city were blasted into ruins covered in blood and rotten meat by the powerful blood hoof warriors.
In the whole of black-corner city, except for the temples of the great clans, the great arenas, the camps where the Outsiders live, and the slums where the rat people live, the vast majority of the areas, into giant, high-speed, never-ending arenas or meat grinders.
Mince flesh and bone.
And spewed out dregs called “Glory”and reeked of blood.
All the weaklings had fled to the temples, the arenas, the slums, and the labyrinth-like sewage pipes that covered the entire underground of the city.
Those who still dared to act tyrannically and swagger through the city were either groups of n.o.ble warriors.
They were vicious and merciless, carrying at least three to five lives on their backs. They even had a string of fangs that had been pulled out of their opponents’mouths hanging on their waists. They were truly strong.
At this moment, Black-corner city had completely become a paradise for the strong and a paradise for the brave.
A trump card like ice storm was like a fish in water in this paradise for the brave.
Since last night, he had taken her mithril Ripper and left the blood-skull arena to go hunting.
However, Meng Chao had encountered some small problems.
Of course, he wouldn’t stay in the blood-skull arena and wait for death.
The “Game of the brave”was simply a G.o.dsend opportunity to fish in troubled waters and take advantage of the situation.
He could not wait to sneak into the depths of the shabby streets and alleys to experience the local customs of Tu Lanze.
The problem now was that he had placed the remnants of the totem armor that he had s.n.a.t.c.hed from Big Buck in the underground of a rat residential area, in a very secretive abandoned sewage pipe.
But now, this rat colony had become a battlefield for two groups of clan warriors to engage in large-scale armed combat..
“Is there a mistake?”
Meng Chao was wearing a hooded cloak and an ebony mask, covering himself tightly. He hid in the shadows of the corner of the wall, staring intently at the group of Tauren and wild boar people who were fighting each other, it was as if he was looking at two groups of naughty children who could not control their desire to destroy.
G.o.d knew how much effort he had put in to avoid those clan warriors who had gone crazy.
It seemed that from the moment the smoke was ignited and the war drums sounded, all the clan warriors had gone crazy. They were more or less affected by the totem power, and their offensive power had increased by several times.
Meng Chao did not want to be entangled by a group of heavy armored warriors without the totem armor.
The location he chose was originally perfect.
It happened to be at the edge of a slum where the rat people lived.
The rat people who lived here seemed to be “Garbage bugs”.
As a result, the slum was smelly, and the sky was shrouded in a suspicious mist all day long.
Such a filthy place was not favored by the elders of the clans, and very few powerhouses would come here.
Even if Meng Chao really had some mishaps during the process of installing the totem battle armor and leaked even the slightest bit of totem power, he did not have to worry about being discovered by the powerhouses.
After successfully absorbing the totem battle armor into his body and gaining the capital to partic.i.p.ate in a higher level game, Meng Chao could also ask the “Trash worms”here for information about the children of Cai Luo village.
If he was lucky, he might be able to find a few children of Cai Luo village here?
Who knew that after venturing through half of black-corner city, he would discover that this place had become a playground for the clan warriors.
Perhaps, it was because there were not many strong people in this area, and there were no nosy people who would jump out to be “Witnesses”.
Only then could they not be bound by any rules, and be able to fight, destroy, kill, and destroy without any scruples, letting out their burning b.e.s.t.i.a.l nature to their heart’s content?
When hundreds of wild boars and wild bulls were brandishing their mace and meteor hammer, dancing around the entrance of the abandoned sewage pipe, how was Meng Chao going to pa.s.s through the shadows of blades and swords and enter the sewage pipe, how was he going to get his totem armor?
One had to know that although the highly intelligent ancestors of the high-level beastmen had left behind a sufficiently developed sewage pipe system for them under the city.
But after thousands of years of erosion, many areas of the underground s.p.a.ce that had been out of repair for many years had all collapsed and blocked up.
Even if the area was barely maintained, the overall structure was getting weaker and weaker, and was on the verge of collapse.
Looking at the crisscrossing spider web cracks on the ground that were heavily smashed by the mace and the meteor hammer, the area grew larger and the cracks grew wider. Meng Chao suspected that if these wild boars and bulls continued to fight.., it was very likely that the entire ground would collapse and bury the totem battle armor that he had stored underneath into the depths of the ruins.
—— —
Finally, “Earthman”had broken through the thousand chapters barrier. Ho Ho ho ho, throwing flowers to celebrate. Thank you to all the brothers and sisters who supported Old Bull. Thank you! Thank you! Touched!