The real battlefield of hundreds of tribes is very different from Fang Yun's imagination.
There are no tall castles, no floating fairy mountains, and no sea of clouds.
Some are just primitive temporary camps.
It's a sunny winter day, covered with heavy snow, and the whole camp is covered with blue snow.
The sparse wooden houses were covered by snow, as if they might be crushed at any time.
Not only Fang Yun was dumbfounded, but his companions were also dumbfounded.
Lao Hei couldn't help but sigh: "What kind of place is this? Where's the pub? And there's no girls in Semir, so how can a dog live like this!"
The barbarians used airships to shuttle through the void and send ten new battlefield warriors from hundreds of tribes.
That's a prudent thing to do.
As a result, he was sent from a big city to a remote rural area!
This is the battlefield of hundreds of tribes, and it is truly disappointing.
Not far from Fang Yun, there were several tall and powerful monks with wild lines on their faces standing.
This is Fang Yun's new companion, a truly peerless genius from another barbarian sect.
At this time, they did not get too close to the Storm Troopers. Instead, they had many expressions of disgust on their faces.
It's like looking at a country bumpkin.
These monks all come from barbarian super sects, and have long understood the situation on the battlefield of hundreds of tribes, so they are not surprised at this time.
Only these curious babies from the Beast Control Sect would make such a fuss.
The current team is no longer called the Storm Team. The Barbarian God himself named it the "Great Barbarian Team."
Simple and easy to understand, it directly shows that this is a barbarian monk.
Before entering the battlefield of hundreds of tribes, each team member received a special identity plate, which accurately recorded their respective identity information.
The barbarians were very cautious when sending their disciples into the battlefield.
They have no control over what will happen to the disciples after they enter.
The battlefield of hundreds of tribes is not the private property of the barbarians, and the barbarians have no control over how it develops.
Among the Daman team, except for the five Storm team monks, the other five were from the teams that were suppressed by the Storm team and were originally ranked in the top three.
These five people belong to three different sects, but they all know each other.
They were all monks from large barbarian sects, and they communicated with each other, but they were not like small upstarts who suddenly appeared like Stormtroopers.
Entering the barbarian airship and heading to the battlefield of hundreds of tribes, the entire barbarian team was actually divided into two camps.
The members of the Storm Team, led by Fang Yun and Storm Tiger, did not take the initiative to talk to the geniuses of those major sects.
Several talented disciples of the Barbarian God Sect, the Infinite Sect and the Iron-Blooded Banner were actually not convinced by the Storm Troopers at all.
The appearance of the Storm Troopers suppressed their team, and the number of places to enter the battlefield of the Hundred Races was restricted. They were already unhappy, and naturally they were not in the mood to communicate with the Storm Troopers. They just wanted to get to know each other, and then went to practice separately.
Now, on the battlefield of hundreds of tribes, the performance of these bumpkins from Storm Troopers left them quite speechless.
Shame on being with each other!
Looking at each other, Man Baizhan whispered: "Let's go, ignore them..."
The geniuses of the three major sects, headed by Man Baizhan of the Barbarian God Sect, did not even greet the monks from the Storm Troopers. They walked into a small wooden house with their heads high and their chests high.
Just as I walked nearby, the door of the wooden house opened with a creak, and then a loud voice rang out: "Oh, guess who I saw? A few more big guys came over..."
Fang Yun took a closer look and suddenly saw a dwarf standing at the door, less than 1.4 meters tall, only slightly higher than Man Baizhan's knees. He was holding a small ax in his right hand and a large wine pot in his left hand. He was standing there, playing.
Burping with wine, he blocked Man Baizhan's way.
Is this a dwarven warrior?
Fang Yun quickly made a judgment in his mind.
Although Man Baizhan was arrogant, he had just arrived and was unfamiliar with the situation. He still maintained enough courtesy and bowed and said: "Barbarian, Man Baizhan, senior brother, are you a dwarf iron-blooded warrior? I have admired you for a long time!"
The dwarf said carelessly: "You've been lying there for a long time. It's useless for you to compliment me. If you enter this station, you have to pay me a protection fee. It is said that the dragon blood wine of your barbarians is quite good. Give me one or two bottles to try!"
As soon as I arrived at the Baizu Battlefield, I was stopped by someone and asked for protection money!
The monks of the Storm Troopers were in a daze.
Fang Yun was thoughtful.
According to records in the classics, on the battlefield of hundreds of tribes, hundreds of tribes are mixed together, and the good and the good are mixed. In the battlefield, you may encounter any situation. As a newbie on the battlefield, it is not unusual to be protected by money.
Ahead, Man Baizhan calmly said in a deep voice: "Brother, I'm afraid you may have misunderstood. The barbarians have never had the habit of asking for protection money, but they do have a battle axe."
As he spoke, there was a clang, and Man Baizhan already clenched his battle ax in his hand, staring at the dwarf with gleaming eyes, and his momentum surged.
The dwarf clapped his hands and shouted: "Brothers, these barbarians are really not convinced. They are interesting. Come out, exercise your hands and feet, educate them, and let them know what is the first rule of survival on the battlefield of hundreds of tribes..."
Amidst the clapping, a group of monks emerged from behind the little dwarf.
If you look carefully, you will see that the composition of this group of monks is quite complex. There are dwarves, elves, tree people, fish-headed people, and bird people.
Without exception, these people all had an extremely tough aura on their bodies, and their eyes staring at the Daman team were full of scrutiny.
Fang Yun felt strange.
It stands to reason that there should be someone maintaining basic order at the Baizu Battlefield station. Why is the management of this station so loose, and no one is supervising a robbery team of this nature!
Man Baizhan held a battle ax in his hand, his aura still intact, and said in a deep voice: "My brother Man Qianhen, ask him to come out to pick me up."
The dwarf warrior was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly: "He said he was Man Qianhuo's younger brother. I was dizzy. I was so scared. Man Qianhuo, hahaha, I was scared to death..."
Before he finished speaking, a voice inside said loudly: "Brother Tie, what is so funny? Huh? Brother, you are here actually. Come on, come on, let me introduce you. This is Brother Iron Hammer, a famous figure. Brother Tie
, this is my biological brother, Man Baizhan, please take good care of me."
The dwarf Iron Hammer was still blocking the front and was still drinking: "Guard, that's for sure, but Xiaoman, you know my rules. Without any protection fee, they can't even think of entering our station today. I
I really want to know how many days these third-rate warriors like them can last in the wild!"
Man Qianhuan nodded repeatedly: "Brother Tie, I understand the rules, so I won't make it difficult for you. Here, this is my way of honoring you, big brother. Please accept it!"
Man Baizhan was a true pride of heaven in the Barbarian tribe. He had never been treated like this before. When he saw that his brother was actually paying the protection fee, his eyes widened and he shouted dissatisfied: "Brother...
"
Tie Hammer took the storage bag handed over by Man Qianhuang, weighed it in his hand, whistled, and looked at Man Baizhan.
With one hand raised, the small ax fell towards Man Baizhan.
Man Baizhan's eyes flashed, and when he was about to shake the small ax away, he suddenly realized that no matter how he tried, he could not stop the small axe. In fact, his whole body was actually suppressed, and he could not move for an instant.
The small ax gently rested on Man Baizhan's shoulder, and Iron Hammer said loudly with a smile but not a smile: "Now, I will tell you the first iron rule of the battlefield of hundreds of tribes, learn to behave with your tail between your legs, otherwise,
You'll die quickly."
Man Baizhan instantly turned pale.
A dwarf who was only as tall as his knees had a small ax that was no taller than him. It was strangely placed on his shoulders, making him unable to move. The fighting power of this dwarf was truly terrifying.
Iron Hammer said loudly with a half-smile again: "What? You seem very unconvinced?"
Man Qianhuo immediately stood by and smiled apologetically: "Brother Tie, how is it possible? He was frightened by your magical power. He is absolutely convinced, absolutely convinced."
Iron Hammer took his men and walked away.
With a smile on his face, Man Qianhuan said to all the barbarian monks: "Brothers, welcome to the battlefield of hundreds of tribes. Your arrival has brought fresh blood and new hope to us barbarians. Come with me, I