The desert continent has been at peace for too long, and even if there are wars, they are only small-scale battles between cities.
Doro City has always been peaceful because of the existence of the Wall of Hope.
When the fighting faction and gladiators heard Xiaobai's passionate words, they were stunned for a moment, and then felt a breath rolling in their chests.
The blood began to gradually boil, their faces turned red, and they felt uncomfortable.
Xiaobai began to pace in front of the crowd and continued: "We live in this city. Since the establishment of the Gray Party, we have been here, protecting it and caring for it, and at the same time bringing stability and prosperity to this city.
We are with this city, and now someone wants to take it away, use it to make money, and even challenges us, is this allowed?"
"No!"
The air billowing in the chest was finally sprayed out, and the combatants and gladiators shouted loudly at the same time.
Xiaobai knocked on his chest: "Will we bow our heads?"
"No!"
"Are we afraid?"
"No!"
"Will we admit defeat?"
"No!"
…
The combatants and gladiators had faces full of passion, their faces were red and their necks were thick, and they were roaring, while the death warriors next to them looked confused.
They went from silence to whispering, looking at Xiaobai curiously, then at the militants and gladiators, wondering what they were talking about.
But I feel that it is full of passion.
This made them even more curious. The martial Samsara tribesmen were full of interest in anything hot-blooded.
One by one, they stretched their necks and pricked their ears, trying to listen to every word in Xiaobai's mouth.
However... I can't understand it!
Xiaobai encouraged them to use Desert Language, which is different from the common language of Samsara Continent.
This is very embarrassing.
The militants and gladiators understood, and they became passionate men.
Look at the death warriors stretching their necks one by one, they look like fools.
The confusion on his face turned into three lines of characters: Who am I, where am I, what is he talking about?
"Today, we will go to war, and victory will belong to us!"
"Aye!"
"We will make those who despise us taste the pain!"
"Eh!"
"Crush them and make them cry!"
"Eh!"
"Ready to go!"
"Eh!"
Xiaobai looked at the fighting factions and gladiators who were beaten to death, and nodded with satisfaction.
He turned his face to look at the Death Warrior, and a large bead of sweat fell on his forehead.
I seemed to have forgotten about these guys. Looking at their blank faces, there was no hint of passion.
Obviously, they didn't understand a word of it.
emmmm... Do you want to motivate them again?
Oops, it feels so troublesome. It would be too strenuous to shout again.
He came to the death warrior, thought about it and shouted loudly: "All mortals are mortal!"
Now the death warriors understood, their eyes suddenly lit up, and they responded loudly: "All mortals must serve."
Xiaobai nodded: "Get ready to go!"
"???"
The death warriors looked confused again.
Is this the end?
What about the excitement you promised?
What about the excitement you promised?
We haven't shouted yet, but it has become a sentence.
The death warriors blinked their eyes and suddenly felt heartbroken.
However, even without Xiaobai to cheer him up, the Death Warrior is still full of momentum.
These naturally warlike guys have always regarded the battlefield as a playground.
Are you happy going to the amusement park?
Of course I’m happy!
So what incentive do you need?
Just do it and it's done.
Xiaobai held his hands for a while, and the team set off in great force.
Walking onto the street, countless Doro people stood on both sides of the street, watching them silently.
It's like watching a soldier go off to war.
The militants and gladiators were in high spirits, holding their chests and heads high, and strutting about. They felt that the people's support was what they wanted.
Xiaobai raised his eyebrows but said nothing.
Although he inspired the soldiers, he actually had no emotions in his heart.
He saw the people on both sides of the street clearly, and the expressions on their faces were definitely not those of sending soldiers off to war.
Obviously... watching the excitement!
That's right, he's just watching the excitement and doesn't mind the big deal.
Xiaobai looked up at the sky. The dark clouds were getting thicker and thicker, covering the sun.
Without the sun, the temperature finally dropped, a rare coolness.
Turning around to look at the death warriors, these guys were in very good condition, with bloodthirsty smiles on their faces.
The climate of the desert is dry and very hot all year round, which is completely different from the climate of Samsara Continent.
Samsara Continent has many forests, abundant rainfall, and a relatively humid climate.
If you are used to the climate of the Samsara Continent and suddenly come to the Desert Continent, even a person as powerful as a Death Warrior will not be able to adapt to the climate.
In the past few days, the Death Warrior's condition was as if he had fought a hundred battles at night, and he felt that his energy had been drained out.
I am hot and thirsty. I sweat every time I move. I sweat profusely for a long time. The high temperature will turn the sweat into salt essence, which makes my body very uncomfortable.
These days, Xiaobai often sees death warriors who are so hot that they stick out their tongues.
Although it is not a big deal, it will also affect their performance on the battlefield.
Fighting in a hot climate will undoubtedly reduce the combat effectiveness of the death warriors and cause unnecessary damage.
It's different now. It's cool today, there's a bit of moisture in the air, and the death warriors' condition has returned to optimal.
After leaving the city gate, Xiaobai led the soldiers to the predetermined location.
According to the rules in the desert, the two parties are relatively far apart and can organize formations.
In such a decisive battle in the desert, the use of weapons such as bows and arrows is not allowed, which will cause a large number of deaths.
After all, it is an internal conflict. Death can be avoided if it can be avoided, and it is not a conflict with other cities that requires a life-and-death fight.
Xiaobai asked the combatants to stand in the middle, and the gladiators were divided into two waves and stood on both sides.
The death warrior hid behind it as a killing move.
Regarding the death warriors, Xiaobai just made a rough arrangement.
These guys have been professionally trained and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are professional killing machines.
How to form a formation, Death Warrior knows better than him.
Compared to the chaotic Gray Party combat faction, the Death Warriors are much more structured, with everyone standing where they say something.
Everyone has found their place.
Xiaobai came to the front, waved his hand, and shouted loudly: "Go forward!"
He was at the front, walking toward the front, followed by the soldiers.
After walking not far, he saw the soldiers coming from Xin Ping's side.
There were more people than him, at least three times more.
However, their formation is very loose, after all, their personnel composition is very mixed.
Most of them are members of the Gray Party. These people are here to be cannon fodder, scum with a combat power of five.
Just call 666, and then go down to get the lunch box.
The only truly powerful ones are the private soldiers of the nobles.