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In front of Aji, Thunder Niu was like a weak and unarmored T, crushed and killed by an assassin-type BOSS that could instantly burst out with extreme damage.

The moment Thunder Niu fell, everyone who was shouting just now thought they were having a dream.

And the moment the little man finished speaking those words, his whole aura suddenly changed. He is like the legendary sun angel, with his eyes faintly emitting a dazzling light that makes people dare not look at him!

For a moment, the people in the tribe felt a kind of fear in their hearts when they looked at the glances.

They once thought that only the Son of the Sun in the temple would make them fearful in the game. But today, this fear was caused by a different person.

No, not even the Son of the Sun can defeat the Thunder Bull with one blow!

Aji is not like Thunder Bull, and what he said is not a boast. In his eyes, the more people there are, the more lively it will be, and the better the effect will be. And it is also the most beneficial to his performance - he is confident that he can settle all these people.

It can be said that if everyone is really gone, then in the chaos, this man who was able to kill the big demon (Wolf Ancestor, the weak demon lord) with one blow in the chaos a year ago Although the assassin may not have the physical strength to steal everything from everyone present, he is confident that he will instantly knock down everyone who sees him, achieving what the boss calls 'perfect stealth'.

But in the eyes of the people in the tribe, this sentence seemed to announce that there was going to be a big game between the mission and the tribe - or in other words, they did not expect that this person really planned to 1VN. And when the little man finished saying this, on the long table where the envoys were behind him, the knights who couldn't bear their loneliness all stood up lazily.

There are about two hundred people in the tribe present who can be called sun warriors. Opposite were more than twenty people.

The minority declared war on the majority. But those few people showed an attitude that was not enough to fight for themselves.

Indeed, in the game at the Sanctuary, those white-robed knights who have not received special training in the school field would need at least twenty or thirty people to defeat the top 50 humanoid bosses in the rankings. Just like that big game The challenge of the demon's copy is the same.

And with each additional group of these people, the overall strength will increase exponentially. So let alone humans, even if there were more than two hundred black demons in this hall, they would still have the confidence to charge and kill them several times, and then completely defeat their will, and kill them all in the pursuit. .

In the eyes of tribal warriors, it is normal to fight with less and more. Facing those cowardly noble armies, they can often chase and kill more than a hundred people with just three or two people.

The troops of the nobles often lose before they fight - they can see the panic of defeat in the eyes of their enemies.

But this time, the same look appeared among their companions.

"What a loud tone!" A tall figure slowly walked over from the side hall. He was tall and had broad shoulders. The painted eagle on the naked back.

The moment this person reappeared in the hall, the atmosphere of the entire hall seemed to suddenly change.

The tribe's God of War is like the tribe's confidence, bringing endless courage to people. The humiliation in their hearts before was like dry firewood, making them furious. In this humiliation and anger, only by baptizing these arrogant opponents with rage can he regain his glory.

Perhaps, in the last moment, these two hundred or so tribal warriors were like a mob, but in the next second, they became a team that could fight to the death and fight to the last man.

"May I ask, Lord Holy Envoy, are you serious about what you just said?" The sonorous voice of the second prince, 'Eagle Docray', resounded throughout the hall, and he looked at the Holy Envoy on the high platform with stern eyes. Everyone felt his anger at this moment.

Some people who understood the common language began to translate for their companions. For a moment, the crowd couldn't help but get angry. Many people couldn't bear it and got off the stage and surrounded the arrogant little man. At this time, the Dawn Knights had basically left the field lazily, and they looked at each other up and down with the tribe.

Even the elders left the stage, but they looked smiling, as if they were ready to watch the fun. Obviously, the seats where these guys were sitting were all old men, and few of them could understand Common Language. One of the two bilingual guys had already fallen asleep after drinking too much. One is stuttering.

Therefore, this group of people who did not know the truth were just waiting for the next 'friendly' competition.

"Seriously? You think too highly of your own tribe, His Highness the Second Prince. My subordinates will deal with you, so there is no need to be serious." George slowly put down his wine glass, and couldn't help but feel a trace of ridicule at the corner of his mouth. It was as if he had heard a big joke. He said: "In our eyes, your tribe is a group of timid cowards. You huddle behind us, watching us fight with the enemy while bullying the weak - your courage is only in the hands of the weak. It is only through your body that you are nothing when faced with a truly powerful enemy!"

These words were so harsh that Eagle Dockray felt a sultry feeling in his chest - the tribe was not a coward. He once led the real warriors of the tribe to fight bravely against the demons in the north, but what he got in exchange was What?

In exchange for the fear of the Holy Court, the Holy Court thought that 'the scourge in the south must be dealt with first, and then the foreign enemies'.

But he was rough and rude, and he was not good at words, and the more unpleasant words were yet to come.

"Seriously, you don't have the qualifications to make us take it seriously - today, when I look at the northern tribes, there is only one Frostfang who can be called a true brave. And your so-called brave, when facing him, you have to use despicable You have the courage to take part in the wheel battle - after you win, the whole place will celebrate and show off your power. This is the tactic you are best at. "

The Holy Messenger's gentle words resounded in the hall, like heavy hammers hitting everyone's hearts. The beating made their faces turn red and white, and their whole bodies were shaking.

But to the ears of those in power, these words faintly released a signal.

"Sir George, I dare to ask. Did you come here specifically to provoke us?" Avali suddenly opened his mouth, and he suddenly looked at George coldly and said.

"Provocation? Dear Mr. Avali. It's you who have been provoking me. Now you come to question me again. Haha" George's voice suddenly turned cold: "Of course I have something to do here this time. But I can't see it now. It makes sense. Because I don’t see the excellent character of ruling the people of Iberia from your eight tribes, and maybe it’s time to change this place to a truly responsible tribe. "

This statement is no longer as simple as releasing a signal. George's words are very clear - I don't need to be serious to solve you, one Frostfang is enough. I'm going to make you fight.

"You've gone too far!" The eldest prince shattered half of the stone platform with one palm. He stood up, pointed at the Holy Envoy and cursed: "Your despicable Holy Court will only take advantage of our bravest tribe! It’s you who are really hiding behind me!”

And the reckless man who couldn't speak loudly shouted: "Now, I will take off your head to sacrifice the flag, so that you can see how the tribe unites as one!"

Someone seemed to be shouting: "The tribe is not a coward! Get rid of your Holy Court, and then we will kill all the demons in the north!"

Hearing these words, Awali's mouth twitched - it was like farting! The group of people who came here today are all archangels! It's the humanoid monster that took off the fallen angel from Darkens Demon City!

The total number of people involved in today’s battle cannot be spared at all!

Indeed, at this time, he had completely figured out who the guy who came to make trouble today was - it could be said that it had been a long time!

And now he seems to have somewhat understood the true intention of this holy envoy. But this person is exactly what the rumors said—so capable!

With just a few words, the situation had already gotten a little out of control.

With a good temper, he couldn't help but cursed in his heart - What do you really want to talk about, why don't you come to me directly?

But I forgot who was hiding underneath at the beginning.

He looked at everyone, preparing to stop the spread of this situation - the tribe and the Holy Court must not fight! And what the person in front of me can represent is definitely not the power of the Holy Court represented by Canglan!

The combination of these points makes him a more difficult opponent than the Holy Court!

Or maybe, a friend.

However, just when Avali opened his mouth and was about to wipe away the shit left on this guy's butt, he suddenly discovered that this guy had pooped out again!

"Now I stand up." George wiped his hands and stood up suddenly. He raised one hand towards the Eight Departments and said: "Your enemies or friends are standing here now. Let me see how united you are - planning to kill me. , those who are my enemies, stand up.”

As if he was afraid that everyone would not understand, Salman started to translate to the entire hall with a cold sweat on his head - especially to some people in the audience.

When George said this, he glanced coldly at the guys who had already stood up and joined in the fun and said: "If you know the consequences, please sit down."

Avali's pupils shrank slightly.

He stared and looked suddenly at the long tables in the banquet hall - while the two parties were arguing and shouting, almost everyone had already stood up. Some people have even come to the field. They gathered around Aji and the Dawn Knights who had suffered many fates, glaring at them fiercely, as if they were just waiting for someone above to speak, and a war was about to break out.

But the words of the Holy Messenger were like a sudden burst of cold water. The temperature of the entire hall suddenly dropped a few degrees with the basin of cold water.

Immediately afterwards, something happened that made many princes stare. They watched helplessly as a large group of people standing on the long table rolled down and climbed down. In the bustling hall, a large crowd sat down with cheers.

Some of the eight warriors saw the Iberian nobles suddenly sitting down. They looked at these cowardly cowards and the angry Southern Wilderness lord with anger and surprise. They stretched out their hands to kill them. The vassal nobles pulled up.

But this group of cowardly cowards, under this cold gaze, were sweating wildly and sitting on the spot shaking all over. Even the nobles who were being pulled were clinging to the stone table. That look of someone who would rather die than surrender was something that no one in the Southern Wilderness had ever seen before.

It's like if any of them stood up today, the whole family would die.

And the cold water that George poured out also made some of the hot coals explode - the first to explode were the elders who came to watch the excitement. Originally, these guys were smiling, looking at the strong children off the field, waiting for their next competition.

But after hearing the translated Southern Wilderness language, the elders suddenly widened their eyes. They rushed into the crowd at once, some picked up crutches, and some even twitched their waist knives! It was just like following the Sun God to destroy the Southern Evil God, or rushing to the Ogre Empire, but many people were still leaning on crutches, so they lacked some of the style of the past.

The old, weak, sick and disabled slapped the young and incompetent people, pointed at the noses of the tribesmen and cursed, and there were elders jumping and pointing at the princes on the high platform and hysterically cursing a large number of Southern Wilderness dialects.

That look was like a grandfather scolding his grandson.

These elders and shamans did not say that the Sun God was here! He was watching what his children did here!

But their attitudes showed everything.

Many people in the audience were dragged back to their seats by the elders and shamans. The children did not dare to take action in front of their parents. Under the blows of swords and canes, they returned to the long table in fear. And they were like stubborn children. After returning to their seats, they did not choose to sit down, but continued to stand.

But at this time, only a small half of the people standing in the field were left!

Many people found that even many people from the eight major tribes had sat down. As for the Iberian nobles, many people who had not received the warning from hell seemed to have noticed something. They bent their legs with trembling legs, as if they were sitting and standing. But this attitude showed everything, and soon, when there seemed to be more people sitting in the field, these nobles slowly sat down completely.

Indeed, they did not know what happened, nor did they know why many Iberian lords chose such an attitude today.

But they suddenly remembered that if they wanted to stand up, they would have to face the Holy Court.

Soon, when only one-third of the people were still standing in the field, many tribes that were usually on good terms with Frost Fang also hesitated and slowly sat down amid the warnings and scoldings of the elders and shamans.

In the end, under the momentum of the elders who were wandering around in the field, pointing and scolding like grandsons, only the last quarter of the people were still standing in the field.

Almost, it was exactly the number of Southern Wilderness warriors, and only they were still standing in anger and stubbornness.

The whole process was like a drama, with a grand opening but a farce-like ending.

The lords and princes of the Southern Wilderness looked at what was happening with a very wonderful look on their faces. Some guys who heard something from the words of the elders also looked very strange. With a very strange look, they looked at the holy envoy on the high platform.

"Everyone, did you see that?" George put down his hands and sat back in his seat like a king announcing the results of a vote. He shook his glass and looked at the stunned Second Prince in the audience and said, "Your people all know. Your real enemy is not us. Not the Frost Fang, and certainly not the Holy Court."