Chapter 998: The Game Has Begun!

It was not a perfect plan.

However, if they wanted to bring as many golden fruits, totem beast flesh, cores, secret medicines, and totem armor fragments as possible to escape Black-corner City, they could only think of the best plan in a hurry.

As the size of her battle team expanded, Ice Storm would definitely be able to obtain a large number of resources and carriers.

Advanced orcs had a more effective secret recipe than the people of Dragon City in the field of taming ordinary wild beasts and totem beasts.

The Minotaurs and Centaurs of the Blood Hoof Clan, especially, were the best in the entire Orchid Lake, or even the entire Other World.

If they could take away the whole supply team no, only half of them

Then they would not have to worry about the cultivation resources for some time.

Meng Chao nodded.

Ice Storms plan could really be realized, and that solved his biggest problem.

Now, he only cared about one thing. Then, what about the servants?

Are you talking about Leaf and the others?

Ice Storm said, I admit that you trained the first batch of servants very well, especially Leaf. He has an extremely rare talent. With a little luck, it is very possible for him to complete the process of transformation from rat person to servant, from servant to warrior, and from warrior to general.

In fact, I like that smart and ruthless little guy very much too.

However, its a pity that the road Im going to take is too difficult. I cant bring him with me. If I bring him with me, I will only get him killed.

However, you dont have to worry about the way out for these servants.

The last two group battles have already proved their strength. In the eyes of any commander, they are all the most outstanding warriors.

After we leave, there will be many clan warriors fighting to recruit these servants. Moreover, they wont easily become cannon fodder.

Meng Chao nodded.

He had confidence in the combat techniques that he had imparted to Leaf and the others.

Making such an elite force become cannon fodder was absolutely a waste of heavens gift.

He believed that no clan warrior would be so foolish.

But he was still extremely worried. Even if theyre not cannon fodder, theyll still be embroiled in the b.l.o.o.d.y whirlpool of the Battle of Glory. Theres an 80% to 90% chance that theyll die without a burial place in the long and meaningless war!

Who among us isnt a mysterious friend from afar? Who among us isnt unable to control themselves in the b.l.o.o.d.y whirlpool and might die without a burial place at any time?

Ice Storms usual cold and fierce look suddenly changed. Her icy eyes cracked and revealed a trace of helplessness. She said with a bitter smile, Whether its rats, warriors, chiefs, oracles, Picturesque Orchid Lake, or the land of Holy Light, death is perhaps our destiny in this d*mned world.

Destiny, huh

Meng Chao muttered to himself.

Blazing Flames burst out from his eyes.

In an instant, the flames were torn into pieces and turned into flying stars.

When the b.l.o.o.d.y dawn had just arrived, all kinds of rumors and slanders spread rapidly through the noisy streets and crowded taverns in every corner of Black-corner City.

All kinds of colorful, exaggerated, and even absurd rumors finally converged into five syllables that seemed to have magic power

The Game of the Brave!

It had been more than two hundred years since the last Game of the Brave.

No warrior of the Blood Hoof Clan had experienced such a carnival.

However, they had all heard the war songs, epics, and stories that had been pa.s.sed down in their clans for generations. They had heard how the heroes of the past had made their debut through the Game of the Brave.

Many peoples totem battle armors even stored the thrilling and exciting scenes of the previous owner partic.i.p.ating in the Game of the Brave.

When these two syllables rang out, it was a great pleasure to use the entire city as a gladiator arena and treat every street and every pub as an arena, galloping unhindered under the gaze of thousands of people, making ones name resound through the clouds, immediately, the central nerves of these totem warriors were hijacked, and the entire cerebral cortex was drowned.

Is it really time for the Game of the Brave?

Its true. Ive seen dozens of leaders of families and settlements gathering together to discuss!

The prosperous era of ten palm years is too long. We have no idea which powerhouses have emerged in Black-corner City and the local areas. Its also time for the Game of the Brave. Lets see what the new generation of powerhouses look like and know whose orders we should listen to in the war!

Our chance is here!

Regardless of whether it was the Turan, the wild boar man, the barbarian elephant man, or the Centaur, all the Blood Hoof warriors were all rubbing their fists and looking forward to it.

In the afternoon.

In the hundreds of temples in the east, west, south, and north of Black-corner City, colorful smoke was burning at the same time.

Although it was called Smoke, it was actually not only made from the feces of wolves, tigers, and leopards. Instead, it was made from the feces of dozens of totem beasts mixed with a large amount of secret medicine and mineral powder.

The smoke rose into the sky and slowly fell like a layer of mist, enveloping the entire Black-corner City.

All the clan warriors who inhaled the smoke.

All of them felt their blood surging, their spirits high, and their desires and desires for glory were many times stronger than usual.

However, their sense of fatigue and pain gradually became numb.

Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!

When the smoke gradually spread to the entire city and hundreds of thousands of warriors of the clan breathed in the smoke, the low and long war drums sounded in the hundreds of temples at the same time.

The war drums sounded like the ancient hearts of the ancestral spirits.

However, in the chest of the latest generation of warriors, they were jumping up and down vigorously.

Now, everyone could finally confirm that the Game of the Brave had begun.

The rat people living in Black-corner City were all fleeing like the end of the world. Some hid in the depths of the shabby streets, s.h.i.+vering in the dilapidated huts. Others piously begged their ancestors, who had long abandoned them, to let the clan elders fight as far away from them as possible.

Many poor warriors from small and medium-sized clans, after watching a few battles and comparing their fighting strength with that of the Gladiators, would wisely hide in the campsites and arenas after weighing the pros and cons.

According to the Game of the Braves tradition, these places were equivalent to safe zones and would not be hara.s.sed.

However, hiding in the safe zones meant that they had given up the right to give orders in the Battle of Glory. They could only wait for the call of the strong.

More warriors who were unwilling to stay in obscurity put on their most gorgeous battle robes and swaggered into the streets under the cheers of the Dancing Wu Wu, who was wearing a giant mask, they drank hard liquor and made a lot of noise in a way that was a hundred times more excited than usual. They spent a lot of money on the gambling table and were ready to face any challenges at any time.

When the war drums sounded, Black-corner City, which had been silent for a moment, soon exploded with ten times the energy and turned into a burning city that never slept.

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

I, Bear Slayer from Boulder Village, defeated a giant limestone bear with my bare hands during the coming of age ceremony. I took out its heart and ate it alive!

Now, I want to challenge this powerful warrior to show my highest respect for him!

At the intersection, a Minotaur warrior with a muscular body stopped a ferocious wild boar warrior.

I am Elephant Thrower from Iron Flow Town, the most violent war elephant that my family has tamed for generations. When my arm was only half as thick as it is now, I could easily lift an adult war elephant and throw it more than ten arms distance away. Now, I represent a family that is filled with glory and accept Bear Slayers challenge. Who will bear witness to our glory?

The two warriors roared at the same time. Their muscles bulged, and their blood vessels churned like angry dragons.

Ill bear witness!

Ill bear witness to your glory!

Black-corner City, Fiery Ax of the Ironhide Clan will bear witness to your glorious battle for the two warriors who have divine blood flowing in their veins!

The spectators dispersed.

They drew their weapons and raised them high.

Under the furious roars of Ill bear witness, sabers, battle axes, two-handed swords, spiked clubs, meteor hammers, and other heavy weapons that were commonly used by advanced orcs were all smashed to the ground. They formed a circle like an iron fence.

This circle was the simplest and most sacred arena.

Being a witness was not just empty words but a responsibility.

For example, the two warriors would agree to some bet before the fight, even agreeing that the loser would join the winners group and listen to the winners command.

The witness had to ensure that the loser kept the agreement.

When the loser refused to keep the agreement, the witness would spread his disgraceful behavior, make the loser notorious

And even help the winner to punish the loser together.

It seemed to be a thankless job.

However, countless Turan warriors really enjoyed it.

They treated witnessing glory as an important way to please the ancestral spirits so that they could receive their blessings.

Soon, the battle between Bear Slayer and Elephant Thrower began before the watchful eyes of more than ten witnesses.

Without the adjudicator or the arena, there was only a circle of heavy weapons between the fighters and the onlookers. The blood, sweat, and even brains of the fighters would splatter on the faces of the onlookers at any time.

The excitement of being so close made up for the inadequacy of the level of the battle. Although it was not a magnificent battle between the trump cards, the spectators were still excited and eager to have a try.

Soon, Elephant Thrower opened his eyes wide and roared. He raised Bear Slayer high up and threw him out of the ring.

Even if Bear Slayer had the courage to dig out a bears heart, he could not find a place to exert his strength in the air. He could only flail his enormous body and land outside the fence made of heavy weapons.