The Long-eared tribe is located in a reef and cliff area not far from the dark tide seashore, the terrain is very high, facing the sea, there are no flowers in the spring warmth, and it can almost be said that it is a per capita sea view house.

But that's not a good thing.

A cliff with a vertical height of more than 20 meters above sea level does not guarantee the safety of the tribe.

Natural disasters and tsunamis aside, the extremely close distance means that even some sea beasts that can temporarily leave the sea have a chance to attack them, after all, climbing the cliff or simply jumping twenty meters is not difficult for most sea beasts and monsters that are large or have suction cups on their bodies.

As long as the tribal chief has a normal IQ, he will not choose to settle the village here.

The chieftain of the Long-eared tribe was not stupid, and it was a decision he made out of desperation to have the tribe's people stationed here.

The rest of the Fairling Plains has either been occupied by other Inhumans or has been included in their hunting grounds, but the Long-Eared Race is a very weak tribe in the entire Inhumans - not the kind of weakness that refers to the small number of young and middle-aged people, but the body of their own people is not strong, and they have no special abilities on the surface - they do not have the strength to compete with other Inhumans for living space.

Therefore, the long-eared people were naturally squeezed out of their living space by others, and finally they could only choose to live in such a remote and dangerous place.

"Chief, it can't go on like this, in just one month, three people have already died because of catching the sea!" A middle-aged man with gray rabbit ears said dissatisfiedly: "Don't say that it is to give birth to children to supplement the population, even those children do not have enough food now, and it is difficult to say whether they can live to adulthood!" If this continues, I'm afraid that in a few years, the Long-eared Clan will be extinct! ”

"Junka, don't worry, this situation is only temporary, I will definitely find a way for the people to live in peace, you must believe me!"

The other rabbit man who talked to the middle-aged man with gray rabbit ears, that is, the chief of the long-eared tribe, his appearance looked somewhat similar to that of Rongka, but he was slightly older, although his body was thin, but in terms of height alone, he was so tall that he didn't even look like a rabbit man, and he still had a long ancient yellow scepter in his calloused big hand.

It represents the identity of the chief of the rabbit people, and legend has it that it was created by the first generation of rabbit people patriarch in his hometown, the first demon plant 'Amarante hollow bamboo'.

By the way, this thing may sound big, but it doesn't have anything special in itself, it's just a status symbol.

The patriarch of the Long-eared clan had a tired look on his face that could not be concealed, obviously he hadn't slept well for a long time, but there was no despair in his eyes, and he still said very firmly: "Just bear a little longer......

"Big brother! If we continue like this, we will not care, ordinary people will definitely not be able to bear it! Junka looked at the chief again and again, and finally he gritted his teeth and said what was in his heart.

"Are we really not going to surrender to the Greypaws? Although the Long-Eared Clan does not have any combat power, it is one of the three oldest Inhuman races after all...... As long as we are soft, even for the sake of the ancestors, they will stand up for us, right? Even if you can't get back the original land, as long as you can leave this ghost place and settle down in a more fertile land! ”

"Junka, I know that you have this idea because you are worried about your people, I can forgive you this time, but don't mention it again."

The Rabbit Clan chieftain, Junka's own brother, said in a rare and stern tone, "The group of Greypaws has gone bad!" We can't mix with them, let alone grovel to them! Although the rabbit people have not reached the level of never being slaves, at least they cannot surrender to those who have turned their backs on the glory of their ancestors! ”

"Turning your back on the glory of your ancestors? Big brother, do you mean ......?"

When Rong Ka saw the meaningful gaze in the other party's eyes, he suddenly seemed to understand something, and showed an expression of disbelief.

But before he could say anything, a dark, fierce voice came from a short distance behind them.

"What bullshit ancestral glory! It seems that what the Bladetail Boss said is right, you long-eared people, even if you are driven to such a place, you will not be honest! ”

The two long-eared rabbit people didn't notice anyone approaching at all, and they all turned around in shock, and saw that at some point, not far behind them, less than three hundred meters away from the long-eared tribe, two figures appeared.

One is an Inhuman with a bright red mane that looks almost indistinguishable from the werewolf depicted in Knight, except for a bright red mane that runs from the top of the head down the spine to the base of the tail.

Junka knows this guy, the head of the werewolves who are all famous among the sinister and cunning gray werewolves, the Bloodclaw Netherlands!

The sentence just now should be what he said.

The other one is far beyond ordinary strangers, nearly 3 meters tall, and his tiger-like head obviously has no expression, but that indifferent look alone makes the long-eared people feel extremely depressed and afraid. If you look closely, you can also see that his two huge canine teeth have exceeded the limit of the upper and lower lip can contain, and they poke out from the outer edge of the jaw like a short knife, adding a bit of viciousness.

Although Rong Ka had never seen each other, the moment he saw each other, he thought of the recent rumors that the mountain tiger clan had appeared on the Filling Plains with ancient saber-tooth bloodlines.

"This is the hunting ground of the Long-Eared Clan!" Even though the chief of the Long-eared clan was already as pale as earth, he still stood up to the pressure that the two men had put on him, and asked them head-on, "What are you doing here?" ”

"Hmph, it's pretty fierce, but that's all there is to it......"

Bloodclaw Nedland licked his sharp claws, glanced at his companions beside him, and his eyes were full of jealousy: "Is it you or me?" ”

"Come on, I'm not interested in bullying the weak." The Tiger Warrior said lightly.

Then the Netherlands squealed and threw themselves at the rabbit chieftain: "Take your life by the order of the Swordtail King!" If you want to blame yourself, why are you so weak and so eyesore! ”

His claws were sharper than knives, and his crimson nails swung like splashes of blood, earning him the nickname Bloody Claw.

However, in his opinion, the weak rabbit chief waved a slender bamboo pole, and with his dexterity and strange movements, he fought with him back and forth with far less strength than him, and even his arms, body and face were pulled out by the bamboo pole Several blue and red marks, which hurt hotly, but his claws did not even touch the corners of the other party's clothes!

This guy is unexpectedly strong, and he was deceived by his bamboo-like appearance!

"Damn ——!" Just as Netherlands was furious and wanted to fight to the death with the other party, he was knocked away by his companion's punch.

"Stop, you're no match for this guy."

The Tiger Man Warrior finally came to his senses, and looked at the Rabbit Chief with interest: "You are very good, do you want to be my subordinate?" I can get Mr. Swordtail to let you go. ”

"I'm sorry, I refuse." The rabbit chief said without hesitation.

"That's what a pity." After the tiger warrior finished speaking, he opened his stance and hammered directly towards the rabbit chieftain.

Unlike Bloodclaw's swift and insidious attacks, the Tigerman is completely skillful and hardly has any tricks.

What's even more terrifying is that the bulging muscles not only make his every move full of power, but even give him unparalleled explosive power - his attack movements are very fluid, there are almost no skills such as 'combo' and 'chase', but every movement is as fast and powerful as an explosion!

After dodging several times in a row and being forced into a corner, even if the rabbit chief tried his best to block, he was still hammered away by the opponent's punch, and unlike the hammer Netherlands, this blow directly shattered more than one-fifth of the bones in his body, and in the absence of witch doctors and herb treatment, it was basically equivalent to death.

"Big brother!" Junka picked up the rabbit chieftain who had fallen to the ground and was vomiting blood, and cried out in sorrow, "How are you? ”

"You have to use martial arts...... Bringing a smile to the people...... "The Rabbit Chief stopped breathing in his arms after handing his scepter to Junka with all his might.

"So what are you going to do," the tiger man looked at Rong Ka, whose expression was distorted, and asked lightly, "The promise just now is still valid, do you plan to inherit that guy's legacy, or are you loyal to me?" ”

Junka was silent for a long time, holding the scepter in his hand, and finally burst into a terrible laugh.

"In that case, there's only one choice!" He stood up, broke the scepter on his knee, and said to the tiger man, "That's the oath of allegiance to you!" ”

"Hahaha!" The tiger man laughed: "It seems that you rabbit people are also a little interesting, it's so funny!" I've changed my mind, and I'm not going to wipe out your race!! ”

Junka leaned down slightly, like a loyal courtier waiting for a reward, waiting for the other party's words.

"From now on, you are the new chief of the rabbits!" The tiger man did not hesitate in the slightest and promised him the position of chieftain.

Seeing that this farce was about to come to an end, suddenly a voice came from the fork in the road leading to the Dark Tide Seashore not far away.

"Knife-tailed people? You really like this kind of drama of brothers' walls, is it because of the bad taste of the knife tail? ”

"What?" The tiger man turned his head and looked in that direction, and then his pupils dilated slightly.

The orthodox heir of the Grey Claw Tribe, Mane Eye Grey Claw, who had died in the mouth of the swordtail, was slowly walking towards them on that road: "Originally, I just wanted to take a rest on the side of the Long-eared Clan and prepare for the rest of the trip, but now it seems that the believer of the God of Games, the player's first battle in the Western Continent, will use you to sacrifice the flag." ”

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Chapter 207: Brothers' Rivalry