Under the cruel competition system of the arena, there are only a handful of people who can finally win. Even the warriors of the big tribes may not have seen it once. Therefore, regardless of men, women, old and young, every spectator - and even the guards of the arena
Inside - everyone shouted the man's name excitedly, witnessing the miracle and glory born at this moment.
Larum stood calmly in the center of the venue, neither cheering with the surrounding crowd nor showing any excitement. His attitude invisibly infected the surrounding audience, and the entire venue gradually became quiet, leaving only whispers of discussion.
As in the previous game, the losers who were unable to leave on their own were dragged out of the field by the guards. Then, a strong middle-aged man wearing a fur cloak, surrounded by four guards holding sharp halberds,
Walk slowly to one end of the field.
"I am Garon, the leader of the Frostwolves, the commander-in-chief of the Saqi people today. I recognize you, the warrior of the Grizzly Bear Tribe." He shouted with a laugh, "Now, tell me, what do you want! Fame,
Whether it's wealth or a beautiful woman, I can satisfy you!"
"I don't need those." Larum replied calmly, "I hope you will give an order to stop the march south. We have already achieved enough returns. Continuing will not benefit the Sachi people."
This sentence was like a drop of boiling water thrown into hot oil, instantly exploding throughout the entire venue. Alan pricked up his ears and tried to hear clearly the opinions held by everyone. As he expected, most of the voices closer to him were
They all expressed incomprehension, surprise and anger.
"The situation is so good now. Giving up is not only a pity, it's simply hateful!"
"We agreed to fight together with the Violet Empire. As Sachi people, how can we go back on our promises so easily!"
"A spy of the Elna people! He must have received benefits from the Elna people to speak for those forest monkeys like this!"
Sounds like this came one after another, as if they were going to drown out the insignificant person in the field. Alan shrank his shoulders, a little worried about his father, and a little contemptuous of himself for not daring to stand next to his father. Garen did not look annoyed, he raised his head high
He raised his hands and pressed down hard to calm down the discussion.
"You have seen." He raised his voice, "The tribe does not agree to your request. Therefore, I cannot rashly agree for them." He paused and opened his thick arms, "Nevertheless, you are a member of the tribe.
Warrior, this will not change. Come on, tell me a more worthy request, and then use your power to fight for the Sachi people!"
"In that case." Lalum seemed to have expected this. He nodded without any hesitation, "The leader of the Frostwolf tribe and the commander-in-chief of the coalition forces is naturally one of the best warriors of our tribe."
He looked at Galen at the other end of the field and calmly spoke out his next request, "Therefore, I challenge you - if I win, please consider my previous proposal again."
The venue was once again in an uproar. This time, the surrounding discussions were no longer filled with confusion and curses about the men. Instead, they were filled with cries of excitement due to the sight of another fight - one of whom was a well-known tribal leader.
The Saqi people worship warriors and strength. As a symbol of the tribe, Garen also considers himself a great warrior. Due to emotions and reasons, he cannot refuse or avoid such a frontal challenge in front of everyone. Otherwise, he will not only
He will lose the trust of his tribe and abandon his confidence and honor as a warrior. This means that he is not far away from losing his position as leader.
Perhaps this is the weakness in the nature of the Sachi people. Alan recalled what his 'father' said and vaguely understood.
"Okay, no problem - I accept your challenge, Warrior of the Grizzly Bear." Garen raised his right hand, took a cold halberd from the guard's hand, and waved away his cloak, showing off his strong torso.
and arm muscles, "I will definitely defeat you. When then, you will regret your arrogance and recklessness."
Larum did not answer. He bowed slightly to show respect for the tribal leader, and then raised his battle ax to indicate to the other party that he was ready.
No one needs to announce it, the battle starts from this moment.
Garen grasped the halberd tightly and approached the opponent in front of him in a leisurely manner. He also remained cautious, as if he knew that the warrior on the opposite side was still not an opponent that could be defeated easily even after several battles and with worn-out weapons.
Alan held his breath and watched everything in front of him. He knew very well that although there was only one enemy, this battle was more dangerous than the previous ones. Garen and his 'father' were both excellent warriors, and as long as any one of them had a little
If he is not careful, failure—or even death—may be waiting for him.
The two moved slowly, testing each other's strength and reaction. Garon's weapon was longer and relatively clumsy. Although Lalum's battle ax was rough, it was better because of its thick surface, which was useful for defense.
Enough. Their weapons clashed several times, but no one could find an opening for their opponent.
"You are an admirable opponent." Garen looked at the opponent in front of him and said loudly, "I will miss you."
He took two steps back, distanced himself slightly, and then took a deep breath.
Invisible power seemed to be integrated into his body with his breathing. Garen's muscles and body expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his skin quickly turned from smooth brown to iron gray with a metallic luster. He was now over three meters tall.
Red light erupted from his eyes, like lava hidden under a volcano. He stretched out his hands and easily broke the metal halberd into two equal parts. Then, holding half of it in his left and right hands, he pounced again.
The man in front of me.
The two iron-gray spears turned into two storms, covering the man's body. Lalum swung his ax to parry, but retreated step by step in the face of the opponent's extraordinary strength. To make matters worse, the already broken battle ax
, amidst the continuous collisions, it seems to be a little overwhelmed.
"It's time - it's over!" Garen let out a roar that shook the entire forest, "Die -!"
Alan almost wanted to close his eyes to avoid this scene that was too cruel for him. Fortunately, he did not do so.
Because he saw that 'Father' suddenly rushed forward, sweeping the pair of hurricane-like short spears with the tomahawk in his hand at a speed and force he had never seen before. Perhaps because of the excessive strength, the ax handle was finally overwhelmed, and there was a snap.
It was broken into two pieces. But at the same time, Garen's figure was also knocked to one side by the blow.
Larum took advantage of the situation and moved forward, holding the handle of the opponent's weapon with both hands. This time Alan could see clearly, the light red light flashed from the 'father' and disappeared - he didn't know what it was, but he could roughly
You can guess it.
Lalum also used some extraordinary power to be evenly matched with his opponent.
This is the true strength of his father. Alan couldn't help but feel a little excited. He waved his fist desperately and cheered for the man he valued. He looked at the boy next to him and saw that Glock was doing the same thing.
.
They were not the only ones cheering for this blow. For the warriors in the arena, the Sachi people only care about who can give a wonderful performance, and everything else is irrelevant. Obviously, Lalum's performance just now has won everyone over.