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"Will, you'll stay among us later, and you can't run around." Guerrera's gaze swept over the barbarians around him who were shooting with a fierce aura, and his expression was very solemn.

In less than a month, although he teamed up with Hurtado to give Will some special training, so that he also improved his level. But after all, the time is too short, and the demonic energy absorbed by Will in the team mode is not too much, and now it is only level twenty-five. This level is barely enough to move with the large army.

Will also knew that his strength was not on the table, and fully accepted Guerrera's advice. Although the bloodline of the Immortal King is noble, in this Harogas who is respected for his strength, there is only a little respect left. Otherwise, his parents would not have died so early. He is very self-aware of this.

And in the traditional activity of the barbarians, the utama, respect is only a thin piece of window paper, which anyone can pierce with a finger. Looking at the barbarians who participated in this Utama, which one of them was not a strong man who fought out of the sea of corpses and blood. In addition to Will, the minimum level is at least forty-five. Barbarians below this level only deserve to be reduced to spectators.

"Take it easy." Hurtado was obviously better at enlightening other people's emotions than Guerrera, and he grabbed Will nonchalantly, ignoring the angry eyes around him, raised his two-handed sword and gestured at those contestants, grinning: "Except for me and Guerrera's team, they are all a bunch of ****." ”

Affected by Hurtado's arrogant stance, Will instantly puffed up his chest. The unruliness in the blood of the barbarians is also stimulated. It's just that Hurtado's move is a double-edged sword.

"Hurtado, what are you talking about!" A barbarian who was not inferior to Greira and Hurtado in any way carried a giant axe and walked out of the crowd without the slightest intention of backing down.

"Uta, I said you're a bunch of ****s." Uta sneered, put aside Will, raised his sword and pointed directly at the barbarian named Uta: "If you don't accept it, let's do it first, whoever loses is ****." ”

Uta is also the leader of the barbarian clan in recent years, and its reputation can be said to be not inferior to Hurtado. If it had been before, Hurtado wouldn't have wanted to fight him. But with the comprehensive rejuvenation potion provided by Lan Wu, he was not worried about losing at all.

In his heart, only a barbarian who is not afraid of death is a true barbarian. In contrast, Will needs to adapt to the bloody battlefield as soon as possible, which is the point. Otherwise, he was not very sure if he would be able to bring Will back alive, even with the help of Guerrera's strong team.

"Hit it." Uta was worthy of the best of the barbarian clan, and his temper was equally short-tempered, and he immediately picked up his great axe and strode over.

"Stop." With a loud snort, Grayra's one-handed swing sent the Bonecreller's blade sink deep into the ground between the two. Almost at the same time, Weiss and the other four friends from childhood to adulthood immediately grabbed their weapons and lined up in front of Hurtado.

"Gerrera, do you want to compete with me?" Uta's face was gloomy, and although he didn't admit it, his eyes unconsciously glanced back and forth between Hurtado and Guerrera. It doesn't matter if it's a Hurtado or a Greira, but if the two of them go together, I'm afraid I'm in danger. What's more, the teams of these two are also the best teams in the entire Harlogas.

Guerrera stepped forward, and the rest of the barbarians, who could not stand Urtado's provocation, fell silent. Utama's start was imminent, and there was really no need to fight these two in advance. Guerrera's team was just that, five people at best. But Hurtado's team was different, in addition to the dozen or so barbarians who participated, more than thirty high-ranking professionals came to cheer for their captain. The captain was besieged, and of course these people would not be satisfied with being a melon-eating crowd. Even if everyone goes together, maybe they won't be the opponents of these two teams. The comparison between the two compartments, of course, is to swallow this breath first, and then settle the account later.

"Don't get into trouble." As always, Guerrera adhered to the barbarian's fierceness, pulling out the blade of the Bone Crusher with one hand, which sank three feet deep into the ground, without looking at Uta and the others, and retreated to Will's side with the four of Ves.

Hurtado also took it when he saw it. After all, the reckless provocation just now was just to make Will relieve the tension in his heart. Now that Will has reverted to the appearance of a barbarian, there is no need to do anything more. After all, there were only three bottles of the comprehensive rejuvenation elixir. If you can save it, you can earn it.

Uta's face was cloudy. According to the barbarian tradition, Hurtado and Guerrera's provocation had to be fearlessly rushed over and brutally attacked. But the reason of being the captain for many years told him that this was never the right choice. At that moment, there was another uproar in the crowd, which attracted his attention. When he looked back, his face became even more gloomy.

A team walked into the field.

"Siselding, this is the traditional activity of our barbarians, why bring them in." Uta lifted his great axe and pointed it straight at the team behind Sisreddin.

This team is not made up of barbarians. With the exception of Siseldin, there was not even a second barbarian in the ranks of fifty. Not only Uta, but also the barbarians such as Hurtador and Guerrera were angry at the unruly team.

"Who says it's not allowed to ask for a foreigner as a helper?" Siselding was not afraid of the angry eyes of the barbarians, and grinned fiercely: "They are all helpers I found, and the results are only mine." There's something wrong with that. ”

Uttayon was speechless. Indeed, for thousands of years, there has never been a rule that prohibits foreigners from being helpers. But this is the customary rule, the tradition of the barbarians. Every barbarian should obey it.

Siselding's voice fell, and the participating barbarians present instantly divided into two distinct groups. I don't know who was the first to whistle, and dozens of professionals immediately walked out of the surrounding onlookers, joining the side led by Siseldin. It's just crowded, and it's not clear which team called for foreign aid.

Seeing that another professional had joined, the barbarians on Uta's side suddenly became agitated. Sisredin was clearly deliberately destroying the barbarian traditions. This is particularly unacceptable to them, the barbarians who cling to tradition.

"It's more than the number of people, isn't it?" Hurtado smirked, and raised his hand to call out the onlookers nearby. Just raised his hand, but was pressed down by Greira.

"Don't forget it's Utama." Grayra's face was gloomy, and there was infinite anger in his eyes. He certainly knew that Siselding was building momentum for his father, Hardinson, who currently held some power. Once Hurtado called in the team, the father and son had a reason to ask Utama to change the rules that had been established so that other professionals could join in.

"Don't let me run into this bleak outside." Hurtado spat on the ground and suppressed the anger in his heart.

At this moment, a loud voice suddenly exploded above the crowd: "Quiet." (To be continued.) )