Shiloh huddled in the center of the Bear Spirit Tribe, watching the selection process with great interest, feeling that there was a hint of antique shopping.
"This wizard doesn't need to go see it in person. What if there is a wrong screening?"
Bullock shrank and squeezed next to Shiloh. When he heard Shiloh's question, he opened his mouth to explain: "The wizard's witchcraft can awaken the spirits of ancestors. The more powerful the prey, the higher the value of the trophies left behind."
The fluorescence of the ancestral spirits produced is more dazzling, so as long as you judge and classify according to the light on the trophies, there will be no problem of misunderstanding."
Shiloh suddenly realized that this was a good skill to make a fortune.
As long as you use this witchcraft, you can distinguish the value and quality of items.
During the conversation between the two, after a while, the first pile of trophies was sorted out. These trophies were obviously of little value. When they were put together, they emitted a faint fluorescence. After it was confirmed that the fluorescence would no longer increase, there was immediately
The warriors of the Bloodhowl barbarians stepped forward and shouted the name of the tribe according to the information noted on the trophies.
"The current step is to divide the pastures and territories in recent years based on the level of trophies. The value of the trophies on the tribal line is different, and the quality of the pastures and territories obtained is also different. However, the tribes that have gone up now are extremely weak and can divide
The territories we visited were all year-round frozen land, barren and barren."
Shiloh nodded and realized that the animal skins and coats of the tribe leaders who came forward were far less luxurious than those of a large tribe like the Xiongling Tribe. They had obviously been weak for a long time and could only barely survive in the wilderness.
of the weak.
The barbarians present were quite disdainful of the first batch of compatriots who came forward. According to the rules of the Hundred Hunters Conference, the earlier the tribe came forward, the weaker the tribe was. These barbarians were already so weak that they did not even bother to associate with them.
Even if they go to the battlefield, these people can only become cannon fodder or join the death squads.
As expected, the land and pastures allocated to them were the poorest corners of the wilderness. These weak barbarians could only accept this treatment without daring to complain at all.
In the wilderness, unless the tribe is strong enough, it will never be respected by its compatriots. As a member of a weak tribe, you can only watch others grazing in fertile pastures and hunting large groups of monsters, while you endure hunger.
Starved and struggled to survive in the cold and harsh environment.
This is the rule in the wasteland. The strong enjoy everything, while the weak can only become a stepping stone for the strong.
After the first pile of trophies was all arranged, the wizard waved the wooden staff in his hand at the barbarians who came forward, and the ancestral spirits turned into fluorescent dots and circled around the barbarians several times. Some strange sounds could be vaguely heard.
There was a war cry, and then these fluorescent lights flew in all directions and disappeared.
"Now we are summoning the ancestral spirits to give blessings to the tribe. However, the ancestral spirits like to favor warriors. It is difficult for ordinary people to obtain the gifts of the ancestral spirits."
After the light dissipated, the first batch of barbarians who came forward bowed respectfully to the wizard, and then carefully retreated to the back of the venue, not daring to let out any air.
The wizard squinted his eyes slightly, the expression on his face remained unchanged, and continued to wave the wooden staff in his hand, summoning new ancestor spirits to screen the loot...
Group after group of barbarians came forward at the call of the Bloodhowler warriors to accept the newly divided territory. Some looked ecstatic, while others looked pale. In this venue, the worldly ways of people could be clearly seen at a glance.
At this rate, I don't know how long it will take to complete the process of identifying the trophies.
The trophy Shiloh prepared was a Behemoth tooth that he picked up during the final escape during the Battle of Behemoth Canyon. According to what Block said about his previous experience in the conference, with this Behemoth tooth, Block's name
The barbarians will definitely be heard again, but after delivering the spoils in advance yesterday, Hilo didn't know which pile they were sorted into, so he could only wait patiently.
During this period, Bullock has been looking for traces of Cage. As the leader of the Bloodhowler Barbarians, Cage should appear in such a big event. But for some reason, this guy has not shown up yet. I don’t know if he will show up again.
What kind of conspiracy are you playing?
Finally, when the screening project reached the last two groups, there was a sudden commotion on the Gorehowler barbarian side, and then a large number of warriors were seen squeezing through the crowd to clear a wide passage.
Cage was riding a horse, standing at the other end of the passage, waving his whip, escorting a Gundam carriage covered by a huge black cloth, and slowly walked over.
The wizard frowned when he saw Cage appearing with such fanfare, but didn't say much, waiting for Cage to give him an explanation.
The rhythm of the screening was suddenly interrupted, and some barbarians who were at odds with the Bloodhowl tribe suddenly became dissatisfied, scolding Cage for not knowing the rules and daring to interrupt the sacred Hundred Hunters Conference. This was a great disrespect to the ancestors and so on.
Cage was not moved by these scoldings at all. He swept the crowd with cold eyes and allowed his momentum to continue to rise. It was not until silence returned to the venue that he walked to the wizard and said apologetically: "Master Wizard,
Please forgive me for being rude, but for the sake of safety, I hope to make a final decision as soon as possible and decide the number one warrior in this Hundred Hunters Tournament."
The wizard didn't even raise his head and asked calmly: "Cage, you are not ignorant. If you dare to interrupt the sacred hunting conference, you must have no choice but to tell me. If this reason cannot convince me, this year
The Bloodhowler Barbarians will stay in the wizard's heart, and there is no need to go out for training."
The surrounding barbarians saw that the wizard had also made his attitude clear, and they also reprimanded and asked Cage what urgent matters he had to interrupt the progress of the Hundred Hunters Conference, and at the same time made such a bold request.
Cage looked around at the barbarians around him and said loudly: "You are living so comfortably in the wilderness, have you forgotten even the most basic vigilance?!"
"Yesterday, we all witnessed the miracle coming. We should all know how important this miracle is to us barbarians."
"The arrival of glory, dignity, and miracles not only represents the recognition of the gods, but also guides the future destiny of our barbarians!"
"However, just last night, I discovered that there was a traitor in the Hundred Hunters Conference!"
"This traitor must have witnessed the miracle with his own eyes and wanted to pass on this secret, so he fled overnight and even killed twenty of my loyal soldiers!"
"For the safety of the barbarians and for the sake of a satisfactory future, as the leader of the Bloodhowler barbarians, shouldn't I, Cage, stand up and remind you all to be careful of traitors and spies?!"
Cage's words were so sudden that the barbarians were shocked and horrified by the amount of information. They looked at each other for a moment, not knowing whether what Cage said was true or false.
"Humph, this is just one side of your story. Who knows if you are telling the truth!"
The venue was silent for a while, and then a voice rang out.