You're finally here, Sioux cowards. ”

The green of the grassland gradually formed a parallel low-lying area at the edge of the river, and the seemingly flat river bank also expanded this area that was obviously less affected by the strong wind, but unlike the river in Duan Qing's impression, the depth of the river in front of him was far less profound than it seemed in front of him - between the incomparably clear flowing water, the soil and smooth stones that were only half a meter below the surface of these waters were also very clearly displayed in front of several players at this time, The calm, which was completely different from the wind overhead, was also carried by these clear waters in the direction of the endless sea at this time, and at the same time, ripples rippled around the figures stuck between these rivers: "We thought that this ceremony was just a delaying tactic for you, trying to delay our attack, but I didn't expect you to really dare to send someone over." ”

"That's exactly what I wanted to say." Walking slowly to the front of the crowd standing side by side on the side of the river, the sharp-eyed Surtu also folded his arms: "I thought that you guys who would only attack us would not dare to agree to the sacred challenge, but I didn't expect you to actually agree, it's really surprising." ”

"Why don't we agree to rule your huge tribe once and for all?" Slowly lowered his head, and squinted at the leader of the Nashi tribe in Surtu as if looking down on all beings, and there was a mocking smile in his voice: "Of course, considering the degree of old, weak, sick and disabled in your tribe, we first need to carry out a cleansing after receiving it, and drive out all those who are useless to us-ha, it's really not worry-free." ”

“……”

"What, don't agree with what I said?"

In the sight of the strong men of the countless tribes who were also standing on the opposite edge of the river bank all around, the guy of the Nashi tribe at the head looked at the face of the silent Surtu with disdain: "The wolves that are too weak are no longer suitable for survival in the grassland, why do you just refuse to admit this...... And what about the Sioux Nasuji? Why didn't he come? ”

"The patriarch is too old, and he is no longer fit to participate in such a ceremony." Shaking his head, Surtu, who did not deny it, put on a serious look on his face again: "I am in charge and presided over this ceremony. ”

"Ha, hahahaha! Behold, they themselves knew that Sugi's life was short. Laughing and pointing to the face of Surtu in front of him, he raised his voice and said, the strong man of the Nashi tribe who was two points taller than Surtu shook violently at the edge of the river like a swaying mountain: "The tribe that was once so powerful and prosperous is now reduced to this appearance—why do you still have the face to continue to occupy any grassland on this continent?" ”

"Even the weak have the right and the means to survive." Slightly relieved, Surtu, who put away his sigh, raised his head again, and his gaze also had a bit of a firm feeling: "What's more—"

"We're not weak enough to be bullied by you!"

The calm water of the river set off a huge wave with the sudden disappearance of Surtu, and together with his declaration, it attacked in the direction of the strong man of the Nashi tribe who was close at hand, and the tribal warrior who seemed to have been prepared for a long time also let out a sneer, and the same wave of water set off in the opposite direction then slammed into the body of Surtu in front of him with the huge fist he swung. The air from the banks of the Barrow River then began to stir violently like the wind blowing from above, and from time to time there were countless piercing boxing sounds from the center of the battle and water droplets splashing into the distance, Duan Qing, who felt these arrow-like droplets whistling past his ears, then let out two involuntary wry smiles, and his worried eyes also swept over the countless members of the Nashi tribe on the other side of the battlefield: "They don't seem to be making any movements, haven't the battle already begun?" ”

"The beginning of a battle does not mean the beginning of a duel." Answering him was Libar, who was also standing with his arms crossed, looking ahead: "The start of the 'Barish' ceremony needs to be confirmed by both sides before it can take effect, and all you see now is that they are fighting themselves. ”

"It's called a 'pre-war warm-up,' isn't it?" So Asahi Dongsheng's eyes also showed an eager expression: "It's really a style that meets my appetite!" I love this place! ”

"What's the use of that, people with only one hand will stand here honestly." Instantly poured out his own cold water, and Gedmayne on the side stared at the front but did not move half a point: "If all of them can fight such a fierce draw with an existence like Surtu, then the strength of the opponent we are facing at the moment is simply terrifying." ”

"That man's name is Shito, and he is the number one warrior of the Nashi tribe."

The voice in a low voice read out the strong tribal man who was fighting fiercely with Surtu in the center of the Barrow River, and Libar's introduction voice gradually sounded in the ears of Duan Qing and the others: "In our expectations, this guy will definitely participate in this duel ceremony, so we are not surprised to see him so energetic now." ”

"In addition, there are several good fighters among the warriors of the Nashi tribe, and some of us have also suffered at their hands." As he said this, he didn't stop looking ahead, "But it's strange that I haven't seen them in this ceremony until now." ”

"You can't sneak somewhere else to ambush us, right?" Looking left and right at the scene near the riverside, Duan Qing couldn't help but whisper: "On the surface, they want to duel with us, but in fact, they are secretly waiting to end us up or something......

"Don't underestimate the sanctity of the 'Barish' duel, adventurer!" Sure enough, the Grey-robed Magician's words provoked a strong backlash from Libal: "Even the most despicable clan cannot afford to abandon their glory in the face of dueling rituals!" Otherwise, you will definitely be spurned and cursed by God! ”

"Well, it's just a precaution." Looking at the other party's warning appearance, Duan Qing pursed his lips and turned his head: "And it is not us who may violate the rules of the duel ceremony, but the Nashi clan on the other side, shouldn't we take more precautions?" ”

"Only so many of us came, and the rest of the warriors were left in the clan." Pointing to the bodies of the Sioux warriors who were clad in tribal armor and cloaks around them, Libal, who was still shirtless, replied in a low voice, "It is enough to witness this glorious duel, and we have no extra troops to disperse. ”

"In the end, it's because of a lack of manpower." With a low sigh, Duan Qing turned to quietly look in the direction of the other depressions around the riverbank: "Then do you want us to do it?" ”

"You guys? Hum. Slanting his eyes at Duan Qing's right arm, which was still hanging from the plaster and bandage, Libar let out a cold snort of disdain: "Don't think that you can do whatever you want if you are recognized by the clan, your injuries are not even healed yet!" Really, I don't know why the patriarch let all of you small guys come with me, it's just a burden for us now-"

Bang!

The piercing sound interrupted the shirtless man's words as if he were talking to himself, and the splash flew into the sky with countless dirt and gravel mixed with blood, and the back of Surtu, who was separated from the opponent in front of him, then also appeared in front of the river bank where countless eyes converged, and between the slightly uneven breaths, a blood mark left by a wound that had been cut on his forehead also oozed: "...... Short spine? ”

"It's a fist blade."

The sharp blade that stretched forward between the two fists reflected a cold glow in the crystal water, and Shitu, who was also separated to the other side, replied with a low smile, "A weapon that fits my fighting style perfectly, isn't it?" I didn't take it out when you noticed, but I didn't cut your throat either, so I was merciful...... What about your weapons? ”

"I don't have a weapon." Ignoring the blood stains that had dripped down his jaw, Surtu, who was standing at the edge of the river, shook his head with a serious face: "Since the migration, I have stopped using weapons to fight people. ”

"Oh?" An inexplicable light flashed in his eyes, and Shito's tall body involuntarily took two steps forward: "That's really a pity, I thought there would be a more enjoyable battle between us." ”

"Don't waste any more time." Ignoring the other party's provocative words, Surtu, who clenched his fists, turned around and walked towards his camp: "It's not too early, let's start." ”

"Well, I can't wait to see you kneeling in front of us." Licking the blade of his fist, Shito's fierce smile then disappeared between the backward movements: "Then let's start!" The Sacred Duel of Barish! ”

"What about the duel method? One? ”

"How about five? Whoever wins three of them first wins. ”

The simple conversation sounded in the ears of every tribe with the high voice, announcing the beginning of this long-known sacred duel in the most concise way, and the expressions of the countless tribal warriors who were standing motionless in place around them were also quickly silent with the appearance of this announcement, and their serious appearances seemed to send a silent warning to the adventurers who were still a little dazed: "Open, it's begun?" And so it began? ”

"I thought it was the easiest duel, but I didn't expect it to be a best-of-five system."

"The previous selection trial in the clan should be regarded as a rehearsal of the ceremony in front of them, and they may have already prepared for it."

"The same applies to our opponents, believe it or not – they seem to have already decided."

Countless eyes were fixed on the scene on the other side of the river, and a burly warrior of the Nashi tribe with heavy armor slowly walked into the range of the river: "Good! Who am I up against? ”

"Not the Nash we've seen." The voice of Libar rang out among the Sioux warriors who were busy treating Sultu's wounds: "Looks like a heavily armored warrior—what, do you want me to deal with him?" ”

"No, it's too early."

Holding his forehead with a wet towel, Surtu, who was still exuding heat on his body, stared at the front and his eyes flashed in mid-air for a long time: "Let Namo go, we have a limited number of places." ”

"Yes."

In the scene of stagnant breathing all around, a tribal warrior standing behind Surtu stepped forward with a calm voice, the body that was also wearing heavy armor did not seem to have any impaired mobility, and the footsteps that were about to enter the river were stopped by the next voice of Surtu for a moment: "Namo." ”

"Be careful."

The unusual three words lowered the atmosphere around a few points again, and the back of the Sioux warrior who continued to move forward seemed to have a little more decisive meaning in front of everyone, as if Duan Qing and the others, who had been infected, then also gathered their eyes on the Nasu warrior named who was fighting on behalf of their own side, accompanied by a low discussion voice that diffused in their ears: "What do you mean?" It feels like the situation is a little delicate. ”

"It's like seeing him off...... Does the win rate seem so low? ”

"We are neither natives who grew up on the Wind Continent, nor do we have the strength and vision of Surtu, since this guy thinks he can't beat it, then he really can't beat it."

"Then he still has to make such an arrangement? What do you mean by deliberately sending someone up to send you away—"

Boom!

Without warning, the warriors of the two tribes who were gradually facing each other in the middle of the river suddenly collided together, and the hardness of the heavy armor then played its due role in this collision, and the seemingly undamaged armor surface represented one of the parties blurted out a large area of blood - it seemed to be far inferior to the opponent in strength, and the warrior body named Namo then flew far away to the river bank after this hard-fought battle, The scimitar that had not yet been shot and the cry that had not yet been uttered were then scattered in a distant parabola, and finally fell into a deep crater with the dirt and gravel that had been lifted up: "Namo! ”

"Namo! Are you okay? ”

"Damn! You're—"

"Get out of the way!"

The angry roars that rang out all around were then suppressed by a loud low shout, and the increasingly blue face of Surtu, who was standing in place, then appeared in the center of the Nasu camp, and he glanced in the direction of the Nashi warrior who was still standing in the river, and his heavy gaze finally matched the face of Shitu on the other side of the river: "This one-"

"We lost."