The Mengji tribe, in the middle of the Kosayse Mountains, is a relatively powerful tribe. Some time ago there was some accident that broke their short peaceful life. In fact, such a thing as food theft, with the rough nerves of the Mengji people, it is impossible to find out at all. They don't even know how much food is left in their tribe. But none of this matters, for the people of the Mengji Division, as long as there is a fight, it doesn't matter why there is a fight. After all, as a race with the talent of the third warrior on the entire continent, in the face of battle, it must not refuse.

"Naduo, is there another battle to be fought, have you heard anything from your uncle?" Inside the Mengji Division, two teenagers were playing a game that had been passed down from their ancestors. Among them, the relatively tall boy squinted slightly and glanced at the results of his swing with satisfaction, and asked the other teenager next to him with the big sword-like batting stick painted with runes in his hand.

"It's not very clear. The young man, known as Nador, replied faintly after swinging his bat and throwing a fiery red ball of light with a slightly shorter flight distance.

"How can it not be clear, isn't my uncle a general, haven't you heard anything from your father?" the tall boy raised the bat above his head with both hands, and then slashed hard. Immediately, an orange-yellow ball of light floated out from the top of the bat and slowly flew forward, obviously much more difficult than the previous one. The boy looked at the ball of light that had dissipated not long after flying, and frowned, he always didn't know the point of this downward splitting action.

"What about the general? Your father is still the chief, and you haven't come to ask me yet. Besides, I'm not interested in war and those things, it's too dangerous for a weak chicken like me. Naduo flicked the bat in his hand and followed suit. The fiery red ball of light flew steadily, and it was not much different from his previous results.

"Don't talk about yourself, Nador, don't be influenced by those rumors, you are not weak at all, believe in yourself. And your war stick is so good that it is difficult for me to win against you, how can you say that you are a weak chicken!" The tall boy stopped what he was doing, looked into Naduo's eyes, and said seriously.

"No matter how good it is, it's just a game, so what's the use. Naduo muttered in a low voice, then asked, "I heard that Naker has also successfully condensed the first war paint?"

"That's right,

Just last week, it was successfully condensed. The tall boy nodded.

"I'm the last one. Of our wave of children my age, I'm the only one left who hasn't condensed the war paints. And if I'm not mistaken, Kerr should have been born nine months after me. Hehe, it's really weak. Naduo said self-deprecatingly.

"Don't do that, Nador. Teacher Sico said that if you play well with a war stick, it means that you have great potential. The greater the potential, the higher the height that can be achieved in the future. Although I don't quite understand what I mean by this, Mr. Sike is the smartest person in our Mengji Division, and since he said so, he must have a reason. So Nador, don't be discouraged, the current backwardness is only temporary. As long as you persevere, you will definitely be as strong as me in the future. The tall boy scratched his head, comforting Nador.

"Thank you, Natu, I'll try to catch up with you. Naduo glanced up at the tall boy and said with a smile.

"That's good, haha. I'm not going to let you catch up easily, though. So you have to work harder. The tall boy said with his waist crossed, his head tilted, and he pretended to be an adult.

"No problem. But Natu, can you promise me one thing too?" asked Naduo in a sudden and serious tone.

"What's that? You say, as long as I can do it. Natu patted his chest and said.

"Before you become an adult, can you not always think about sneaking out and blending into the battlefield. Nador said.

"Huh? Mixed into the battlefield? No, don't talk nonsense, Nador, I've never done that. Natu Wenyan hurriedly waved his hand to explain, his face flushed.

"No, why didn't you go out for a whole month last month?" asked Naduo, staring at Natu teasingly.

"Last month... I got sick last month, yes, yes. For the last month, I have been recuperating at home, so I haven't left the house. Natu said in a panic.

"Oh... Sickness, what kind of illness is that? Could it be that I am lonely and unheard? What kind of disease can there be on this continent that can make our Mengji people sick for more than a month. Then I'm going to go to Mr. Sico and ask him. Naduo said with an exaggerated expression.

"Don't, don't. Nador, be quiet. I'll admit it. Don't go and tell Mr. Sico, or I'll be punished again." "That

Seeing this, Tu was a little anxious, and hurriedly reached out to cover Naduo's mouth.

"Hmph, Aunt Ruili told you all about you when she came to my house last time. Sneak into our fight with the barge and be seriously injured by the opposing elite fighters. Fortunately, Uncle Otto found out in time, otherwise it would not be possible if you would be able to talk to me here now. Naduo took a step back, avoiding Natu's outstretched hand, and said with a cold snort.

"Hehe, wasn't I unlucky? I just leaned over to see, who knew that the elite warriors of the barge would actually appear on the outer battlefield. Natu smiled, rubbed his nose and said.

"Hmph, bad luck, do you know how worried Aunt Ruili is about you? I've never seen her like that, the whole person is like a lost soul, my grandma comforted her for a long time. Nador glared at the picture.

"Did my grandma tell me this?" asked Natu.

"Of course not, how could she have told me this, I overheard it too. But Natu, you just promised me that you can definitely do this. Nador said.

"Ahh The picture looked a little reluctant.

"You don't mean to cheat, do you?" asked Nador, in a cold voice.

"How could it be! It's just that Nador, I've been a tattoo for a long time, and the second war pattern is about to condense. Natu leaned down, leaned in front of Nador, and pointed to the right corner of his forehead.

Naduo took a closer look, and sure enough, he saw a faint line on the corner of the figure's forehead. Then, Naduo glanced at the dragon-shaped war pattern in the middle of Natu's forehead, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of powerlessness in his heart.

"yes, I'm almost condensing the second war paint, and I'm almost up to the standard of an ordinary warrior. And my current real combat strength is definitely no worse than that of ordinary warriors, so I should be able to go to the battlefield, right?"

"That's right, you're a genius, but you're only eleven years old after all. Mr. Sico said that any behavior of underestimating the opponent is a blasphemy against the battle. You may be close to ordinary fighters in terms of strength, but your combat experience is definitely much worse than theirs. Besides, we need more than just combat power on the battlefield, we need to learn a lot, you know?" Nador took a deep breath and sorted out the words to try to convince Natu.