I have a shelter

After the knights saw the boss's gaze, they couldn't help but get agitated. Everyone gathered around Aji and said.

"Aji, let me go, I promise to beat him in two moves!" "Go to hell, the title of the first warrior in the Southern Wilderness belongs to me!"

"Bah!" Aji stared at the guys and said, "The boss is looking at me, what do you have to do with you? Get out of here! Who wants to beat you?"

"You haven't learned the whole song yet!" After a knight finished speaking, he sang two sentences in a low voice - it actually had some flavor.

Aji was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then looked at the guys around him, but these guys were all looking at him with a smile, and it seemed that they had no intention of teaching him at all.

He couldn't help but glare at the group of subordinates fiercely, raised his head and looked at the banquet hall, and ran to Rona with his waist hunched.

Rona and others seemed to be playing cards, and their faces had been painted all over by Soraya.

"What? Teach you to sing?" Drunk Rona slurred her words and put down the cards in her hand. She looked at Milim, whose face was also colorful.

The two girls suddenly came up with a good idea.

After the second prince fell, it did not mean the end. Because according to the rules of the tribe, the winner is not determined until he can no longer stand up. And in this situation, it is not certain who will win or lose.

However, the second prince did not move for a long time. He lay on the ground, looking at the sweaty and panting Moss standing in front of him, with a slight shock in his eyes.

People in the tribe never talk much. But Moss's firm eyes made the second prince silent for a moment.

He couldn't figure out what reason made Moss choose the latter between the tribe and the Holy Court, nor did he understand what made him so determined in his choice and belief.

He saw a sentence from these eyes, as if saying-you are all wrong.

Indeed, people in the tribe don't talk much, and who is right and who is wrong depends on their fists. The second prince could see that although the boy was already a little weak, he might not win if he continued to fight.

Losing was wrong.

This look made the second prince feel so familiar. The silly boy used this look to tell himself that he was right - he firmly believed that the real shelter was not the Sun City. He was going to the north to find this place.

When the stubborn boy followed the mercenary group and left, Smoker was so angry that he vomited blood.

And since then, the tribe no longer has a true "first son of the sun".

Just like last time, the second prince wanted to stand up and tell this boy what is right and wrong, and tell him how insidious and treacherous the Holy Court is. But for some reason, when he thought of the scene in the past and the black tide in the north, he lost interest in fighting again.

He suddenly didn't want to fight anymore.

"Times have changed, Utrebuda." A voice suddenly sounded from behind the second prince, and the huge hand of the Thunder Bull reached out to the second prince.

The words of the Thunder Bull Yokssa were ambiguous, but the second prince understood his meaning from the eyes of his little brother who he regarded as his son - you are old, hurry down.

"Utrebuda, you go down and take a rest. No one in the Holy Court thinks that they can show off their power with a Frost Fang. Today I want to let this Holy Envoy see what kind of idiots this Frost Fang and the people he brought here are."

These words made the second prince's face flushed, but at this moment, he looked at the angry eyes of Moss and Yokssa, and finally sighed dejectedly.

"Both children have grown up."

Indeed, times have changed. This era belongs to young people. It is right or wrong, let them choose.

The second prince stood up, patted his buttocks, then bowed his head slightly to Moss and gestured to his chest. After that, in the cheers of the landslides and tsunamis, in the restlessness of the whole tribe shouting Yorksa. The former god of war walked off the stage dejectedly.

"Yoksa! You coward! You made me wait so long before you dared to come out! I thought you were a hero who stood up to the sky!" Moss was furious, and a breath of white air came out of his nose. He saw it. This cowardly waste is not the first warrior of the Southern Wilderness!

He was afraid, he was afraid of himself! That's why he ended up now.

Yorksa smiled coldly, he didn't even intend to take off his clothes, but slowly rolled up his sleeves and said: "Moss, real wolves never bark, only wild dogs show their teeth and claws. If you are afraid, there is no need to find a reason. Go down now, and you can still take away some glory."

Yoksa's voice resounded loudly in the hall, and the people of the tribe booed at Moss.

The words of the Thunder Bull and the boos of the tribe were like lighting a powder keg. The battle started in an instant.

Moss seemed to know that if he continued to fight, he would definitely lose. He would also be humiliated. Therefore, he planned to win with one strike. He rushed forward and attacked.

In this attack, he gathered all his remaining physical strength. It seemed very reckless, but it was achieved in the blink of an eye, and the Thunder Bull Yorksa didn't seem to have any intention of hiding.

With a bang, it was like an angry giant bear pushing towards a mountain. The Thunder Bull's body didn't even shake!

At this moment, Moss stared at the man in front of him with wide eyes. Lei Niu's cold eyes made Moss look unbelievable. He thought that with his current self, even if he was exhausted, he still had a chance of winning. But in the end, it seemed just like before.

At this moment, Moss looked at the huge figure in front of him, which was like a mountain, and all the strength in his body seemed to be drained.

But he didn't know that Lei Niu's chest and abdomen were already churning with blood in this arrogant state.

Lei Niu secretly swallowed the sweetness in his mouth, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. Then he shouted and grabbed Moss's body.

A moment of distraction can often determine victory or defeat. Moss, whose will was shaken at this moment, was suddenly grabbed and fell hard at Lei Niu's feet with this shout.

This move was just like the one Moss had used on the Sixth Prince before, but it was even more powerful, because the man who made the move this time did not hold back. Instead, he went all out.

Amidst the rumbling impact, a cloud of dust rose in the field. When the dust cleared, Moss's huge body was already lying on the ground motionless, and the solid bluestone ground under him had already sunken.

After seeing the look in the eyes of the high priest, several priests immediately went down the field and pulled Moss to the side hall for treatment.

Lei Niu raised his arm slightly, and there were bursts of wild cheers in the field. Everyone was chanting his name loudly, as if cheering for the new god of war of the tribe. But compared to the anger in the hearts of the tribesmen, this carnival was far from enough. So, in a blink of an eye, the wild cheers had turned into waves of boos. Everyone's eyes turned to the silent group of envoys.

And there, a thin and short guy grabbed a handful of melon seeds and slowly walked off the field.