It has been more than a hundred years, and the giants in the depths of the vast mountains have not felt what a foreign invasion is for more than a hundred years. Although there have been many tribes fighting against the Chu people in the far north, the area covered by the war is less than one percent of the vast mountains.

During these hundred years, the giants had happy children, in addition to the battles between the tribes. The vast mountains of abundance are full of prey and wild fruits, enough to feed more new life.

In their eyes, those invaders in the north are nothing more than a group of ants, they have been fighting for decades, and everyone has never even seen their appearance.

The peaceful life is repeated day by day, and the children still fantasize about one day entering the altar of the god of war and becoming a warrior there, while the adults are more interested in the beauties of the nearby tribes, and always want to catch a few more and come back as wives.

It's a pity that such a beautiful life was ruined by this guy Drifting Fire. When the fire of the Fangs tribe was ignited, the surrounding tribes were shocked, and then there was even more crazy revenge.

A short awakened person dares to go to the depths of the vast mountains to show his majesty, just with his small body, I can crush it with one hand.

Countless young warriors sharpened their weapons, put on their animal skin armor, and joined the hunt for the fire. At that moment, the tribes of thousands of miles left behind their usual grievances, and everyone's eyes were focused on this outsider.

The hunting game has finally begun.

The young warriors, and the adult warriors, never expected themselves to fail, and they all agreed that the destruction of the Fangs tribe was only caused by a light attack and then a sneak attack.

Isn't it just one person? Tens of thousands of warriors can't even deal with this one person?

The vigilance of the old tribal was regarded as a joke by them, the legend of a hundred years ago had long been tired of hearing crookedly, and now the young people did not believe in the truth of this legend at all.

"A warrior who can challenge countless tribes, and can still defeat the four guards of the God of War tribe? Are you old and confused? Or do you smoke too much wild marijuana..."

Dozens of tribes collectively mobilized for war, this time they are not fighting for territory, they want to unite with the outside world, they share the same hatred, they want to maintain the dignity of the giants.

Was it really as simple as they believed?

The giants never imagined that the white sand beach, which was as white as jade, would turn into a huge quicksand trap. In the sandy area of the river where they grew up playing, there were traps that could devour thousands of people. Hundreds of orcs, trapped in the sand, could not extricate themselves, and they could not pull their legs out of the quicksand despite their best efforts, they could only sink into the sea of sand screaming.

At that time, the short man, standing on the other side of the river with a blank face, admired the temporary performance of the orcs.

The giants never imagined that the rushing river would suddenly dry up, but when they looked closely, they found that there was a crystal clear ice dam in the upper reaches of the river.

These giants, who had never seen the Great Snow Mountain, never knew that there was such a thing as ice in this world, and when they touched the ice dam curiously, the ice dam suddenly burst with millions of tons of river water, rushing down, and thousands of marching orcs were washed away.

And at that time, that despicable man, standing on the mountain peak on the side of the ice dam, was nervously casting spells.

The giants never imagined that such a ferocious fire could burn in the dense jungle in the rainy early summer, and that this fire, guided by a strange gust of wind, could actually burn down the villages of two tribes in a row. The fire had reduced the territories of both tribes to ashes.

Even if there are giants who survive by luck, they will face the embarrassing situation of having no prey and fruit to eat, and they have no other way to survive except to be annexed by other tribes.

And at that time, in the raging fire, the terrible man was patrolling around, and the strange gesture in his hand was directing the direction of the wind.

The giants never imagined that on a peaceful night, the mountain peak, which had not changed for thousands of years, suddenly heard a burst of cracking sounds, and after the sound, the overwhelming boulders actually flooded the tribe at the foot of the mountain in an instant.

When the returning soldiers, watching their homes destroyed and listening to the miserable cries of the survivors, they knew that their tribe had no future.

And at that time, on the top of the collapsed mountain, the demon-like man was there watching every move under the mountain.

The giants never imagined that when they finally besieged the enemy on a hillside, when they wanted to rush to the top of the mountain to kill the enemy and avenge their relatives, in the hands of that man, a dazzling sun actually appeared out of thin air.

When the light emitted by the sun turned into billions of golden threads, no one would have thought that those soft lines could exude such violent power, the wind stirred the silk threads, the silk threads tore the flesh, and the low crackling sound came from the golden threads, until finally the golden threads simply fused into one, turning the entire mountainside and the foot of the mountain into purgatory. More than a thousand orcs died here.

And at that time, on the low mountaintop, the god-like man, the light in his hand was actually more than the hottest sun in midsummer.

The giants did not expect that this hunting game would only last for 13 days, and the situation would change from a hunt to a one-sided slaughter.

The giants did not expect that the adjectives of convective fire in their mouths had evolved from dwarf to mean, then to terrible, to demonic, until they became a god.

In just 13 days, the fire drained the courage of all the giants, death and blood woke up the stubborn giants, and the giants knew how to compromise before the big question of the survival of the entire tribe.

The patriarchs of dozens of tribes got together and negotiated all night in exchange for a humiliating decision. All the tribes that participated in the war within a radius of thousands of miles raised the white flag.

Raising the white flag was not a tradition of the giants, and they didn't know if it would work. This was still the idea of the eldest in the tribe, and from their mouths, the giants knew that when the legendary son of the god of war came to the vast mountains a hundred years ago, there was not a tribe that did not raise a white flag.

As long as the white flag is raised, there will be no attack, because that is a symbol of admitting defeat.

The tribal patriarchs didn't know if it was useful, and they didn't know what to do now anyway, so they had to follow the elder's advice.

Early the next morning, all the tribes raised their white flags. However, when Liuhuo saw these white flags, he was also taken aback.

Such a luxurious white flag can be used by giants. It turned out that the giants did not know how to weave cloth at all, let alone white cloth, they just took out precious white furs to serve as flags.

The best white fox skin, the best white deer skin... Wait, what is that? It's a whole white tiger skin!

Loser, really loser, if these skins can be sent back to the Great King City, it will definitely make those rich businessmen crazy, and it is estimated that it will not be a problem to raise 500,000 gold coins.

It doesn't matter what material the white flag is made of, anyway, the flowing fire understands the meaning of the giants. Since you're going to cease fighting, I'm not a killer.

Hey, I knew why I had to do it in the first place.

Peace came to these tribes again, and the flowing fire did not attack the tribe with the white flag, as the legend said, which made the faces of the tribal elders very bright.

"Look, ginger is still old and spicy..."

Although the war has stopped, the effects of the war will not end. The news that the son of the god of war has once again penetrated into the vast mountains is like the wind that wants to spread in all directions, and countless tribes know about it.

The weak tribes hurry to hunt the white-furred animals, and they also have to prepare a few white flags to avoid offending the son of the god of war. And some powerful tribes, very unbelieving in evil, are waiting for this son of the god of war to come to their territory, and then have a good fight.

The news spread farther and farther, and the more outrageous it became, and slowly even the tribes close to the Great Snow Mountain also knew the news. At the same time, the dark ones have also received this information.

When Xuanwu came to find Lord Feng with a message from the giants, he found that the Ninth Master had already brought this information.

"Master, this kid of Flowing Fire can really toss, he actually forced so many tribes to surrender in such a short period of time... I want to compete with him, I want to compete with him... I want to see who is stronger..."

The ninth master gave him a blank look, "You are full, is it necessary to win or lose?"

Xuanwu didn't like to listen to this sentence, so he came up and grabbed Bai, "Who is a family with him?" Even if he is the son of the master, I don't recognize him as a family... Bullying the Suzaku girl, abandoning the little volley, or the disciple of our big enemy... That point is a family? you say, that point is like a family..."

Lord Feng looked at this big apprentice depressedly, and was speechless about his stubbornness, "Okay, you don't shout, you have time to tutor Lingkong, don't let him always play with the big black bear... I'm going to test his strength next month, and if you don't improve, I'll pump you..."

Xuanwu is very depressed, why is your grandson pumping me if he is not improving? Your son is bullying, and now your grandson is also bullying people? No, I will take a volley in advance first, and then I will take out my anger first...

It's definitely not good to hit the head, it's easy to hit stupid, and it's not good to slap the face, and the kid will have to rely on his face to eat in the future. By the way, just spank it, first three times, who let your grandfather threaten me.

Thinking of this, Xuanwu turned around and went to settle accounts with the volley.

The Ninth Master looked at Xuanwu who was puffing out and couldn't cry and laugh, "This stupid big man, usually very smart, how can he be so childish when he encounters something that is on fire..."

Of course, Lord Wind knew why, but he couldn't say for sure. Xuanwu has followed him since he was a child, just like his son, and now there is a sudden fire, and it is normal for him to be uncomfortable with him.

Lord Feng looked at the ninth master, "The hand of the fire dew is very beautiful, and it has the demeanor of Lao Liu back then... Do you think that the current strength of Flowing Fire has reached that level?"

Lord Feng's question made the Ninth Master silent for a long time, and finally nodded fiercely.

"It should be almost, even if it doesn't arrive, it's not far away..."