When night falls, bonfires rise in the grasslands.

Danba sat by the campfire, quietly, as if thinking about something, and the light of the fire shone on his face, and the patterns on his face were faintly visible.

The mob rarely thinks.

The mob doesn't like to think.

But Danba is an exception.

Danba likes to think, and likes to sit there quietly and think.

This seems to be an outlier to those thugs who advocate wildness and have nothing to do when they have nothing to do.

This made him have a very unpleasant time when he was a teenager.

If it weren't for the support of the Great Priest.

The High Priest said, "The mobs don't like to think, and they are even hostile to the mobs who can use their brains. However, the survival and development of the mob depends on the thinking mob. So, think, Danba. Not only do you have to learn to kill your enemies with your fists, but you also have to learn to use your wits to judge your enemies, and you have to use your reason to control yourself!"

Since then, Danba has become the most thoughtful boy of the tribe and the most admired boy of the Great Priest.

When the High Chief of the Bakalent Sand Lizard came to borrow someone from the High Priest, the High Priest did not lend the more powerful Kaza in the temple, but recommended Danba.

He said, "Let Danba go, he will surprise you." ”

And so, Danba came here and became one of the three chieftains.

Not as hierarchical as the Terrans, from number one to number forty, everyone has their own place.

The division of the mob was simple, with the Templars as the leader and the rest following orders, and that was as simple as that.

It has nothing to do with wisdom, it has nothing to do with thinking.

Danba felt sad, but he didn't have a choice.

It's his race, and he has to respect the group's mindset.

The night was darker, and the night was darker, but the bonfire was still shining.

If it's Danba, he will choose to extinguish the bonfire so that his opponent can avoid being spotted by his opponent.

But no.

Ferraro disagreed.

He thought it was a sign of fear, not a warrior's doing. A true warrior is not afraid of exposure, and the other party will find out when he finds out.

In fact, if it weren't for Dembala, Ferraro might have stormed the group during the day.

That's more than a dozen Terrans.

What the fuck!

But even so, Ferraro was still very dissatisfied.

"Danba, I think it's very pointless to stay here. We're either going to kill them, or we're going to get out of here and find some other solo. Staying here motionless, I feel like I'm wasting my life!"

Ferraro came to Demba and sat down beside him, complaining of his displeasure.

"But that's the best way to deal with them. Danba replied, "There are nearly twenty people gathered there." They can't do nothing. But with us watching, they are destined to have a hard time doing anything. Yes, we may also do nothing, but we will give our comrades more opportunities. Because outside, it is our comrades who have the absolute advantage in numbers, and they will sweep through the area like a hurricane, killing all the Terrans they see, and reaping the harvest of what they can

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"But it's not good for me, is it?" Ferraro roared, "I'm here to make a meritorious deed, not to serve others!"

Danba replied, "Believe me, this is a feat!" When we return victoriously, when everyone knows that only the three of us will contain twenty of them, all the thugs will cheer for us. ”

"Are you serious?" Ferraro looked at Danba suspiciously.

Danba nodded earnestly.

"Okay, then I'll listen to you once, it's just that the lack of a fight makes me sad. Ferraro went back to sleep with his axe.

Watching him enter the tent, Danba muttered, "There will be a fight...... Maybe it's going to be tragic. ”

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At dawn, the sky was still gray.

The sleeping Danba suddenly opened his eyes.

Years of training have given him an unusually sharp intuition that allows him to spot problems at the first time.

Someone's coming!

He walked out of the tabernacle and woke Ferraro and Mentiano by the way.

It didn't take long for four people to slowly appear in the mist of the morning light.

They came directly to the place where the tent was.

Damn Ferraro, I just said I was going to put out the campfire. Danba thought, but he didn't say anything in the end.

Seeing the appearance of the Terrans, Ferraro's eyes were already full of war.

"Four people, only four people!Danba, you won't stop me from fighting this time, will you?" Ferraro said, licking his lips.

"No, wait!" Danba said.

He stared at the Terrans walking in front of him with a solemn expression.

"What?" Ferraro was puzzled.

"What is that?" Danba pointed to the person at the front.

It was a thin human being, and in fact all the Terrans were weak in the eyes of the thugs, and their aesthetic vision was rough, tall and generous, even for women. In the eyes of the human race, beauties like Gu Qingluo Yuehaosha are a group of weak and unused parallel goods in the eyes of the mob, but the existence of Zheng Bashan is more favored.

But it doesn't matter, what matters is what is in the hands of the leader.

A flag!

A flag made of tree poles and blood-stained red cloth.

The flag depicts a tomahawk, and under the tomahawk there are two thick leg bones, symbolizing death and violence.

Seeing such a banner, the three thugs were stunned at the same time, and three words came out of their mouths together:

"Takusha!"

Takusha, an ancient and traditional ritual popular within the mob, Takusha is an ancient tribal word meaning duel.

When two mobs encounter a dispute that cannot be resolved, Takusha is often raised.

The loser dies, and the winner is just.

Takusha is sacrosanct in the eyes of the mob.

No mob can disobey Takusha, otherwise it is a betrayal of one's own race, and those who reject Takusha are often seen as cowards.

Because of this, Takusha is often used as a way for the mob to challenge for power.

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In the Riot Tribe, usurping the throne can sometimes be very simple.

You don't need to mobilize a large army, you just need to resist a large flag representing Takusha's request, go to the leader's tent, plant the flag, and then wait for the leader's reply.

The leader has the right to refuse Takusha, in which case he can still be the leader, but he will also be considered a coward and lose his appeal. If at this time, a mob warrior stands up and organizes a wave of armed resistance, the success rate will be much greater.

Because of this, the tribal leaders of the mob tribe have always been the strongest braves, and this is not to be said.

Because if you're not strong enough, you'll be easily overthrown by other warriors.

It can be said that the reason why the mob advocates force so much has a very direct relationship with the traditional way of survival of the fittest like Takusha - they all rely on duels to solve problems, what else can you advocate if you don't advocate violence?

And now, what Danba didn't expect was that several Terrans actually came against the banner of Takusha.

"They want to duel!" Ferraro couldn't believe his eyes.

Then he burst out laughing: "This is simply looking for death!"

At this time, the distant Terrans had approached.

They came to a place not far from the three thugs.

There were no words, no declarations, only the tattered banner that represented the sacred faith of the mob tribe was planted on the ground.

It's all in plain sight.

"Roar!" Ferraro let out a roar, "Do you want Takusha? That's the best! Let the ancestral spirits witness our victory!"

Ferraro said as he walked out.

"No!" Danba stopped him.

"What do you want to say?damba?" Ferraro asked.

Danba replied, "The Terrans know our strength. They can't do Takusha for no reason, they may be playing tricks. ”

Ferraro said impatiently, "Your problem is that you think too much! ”

"Takusha is a means of resolving disputes between the mobs. And this is our war with the Terrans, not strife. We can simply ignore it. ”

"That's enough!" Ferraro roared, "Takusha is Takusha, Takusha is sacred, and the mob can't avoid Takusha! If you're scared, watch from the sidelines. The Holy Duel cannot be exploited by any despicable people, stopping their shamelessness and creating an opportunity for me to eradicate those Terrans!"

Danba stopped Raferaro's hand.

He knew that there was no point in dissuading, in fact even Mentiano was watching him at the moment.

Despite being just an ordinary thug, Mentiano's passion was no weaker than Ferraro's.

Their eyes were filled with the desire to fight.

Danba nodded: "Okay, Ferraro." You're right, what I need to do is not to stop you, but to stop them from any conspiracy in Takusha. Since they want Takusha...... Then we'll give them Takusha. ”

Ferraro smiled with satisfaction:

"This is a real thug!"

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