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And the strong physique of the Ice Clan, and their violent and aggressive temperament, all the excess energy brewed was wasted on the competition.

No matter how puzzling this may be, this is the barbaric civilization of the Ice Clan. "The winner is king, and the loser is the loser. Including the strict hierarchy within the Ice Clan, everything is based on strength. ”

At the entrance of the Red Grand Canyon, the Ice Clan sets up a arena. If you win a fight, you can get a minion from here, and if you lose, you must stay and become a slave of your opponent.

Defeating the strongest of the 9 Outcast tribes and obtaining 9 Ice Clan minions is enough to help the Hawkman control the 9 Ice Tribes, so there won't be a disproportionate war. At least, that's what Rudolph thinks.

Roar――――

Suddenly, there was a loud roar from the front, ten times louder than the roar of the Ice Clan's hairy barbarian that Sauron had heard before.

"Despicable invaders, who gave you the guts to invade the territory of the Ice Clan, oh, albeit just some unruly black-haired birds. …… Invaders, now give you two options, either send your toughest warriors and take on the challenge. Or、Under the siege of the Ice Clan、Embrace death! ”

"Woo woo

The roar that resounded through the canyon once stimulated the morale of the enemy and rose to unimaginable heights.

And the initiator of this powerful voice turned out to be a green-haired barbarian.

In the field of vision, the other party's nostrils are facing up, standing on a high platform made of wood, 3 meters tall, with a tiger's back and a burly figure. He is covered in sturdy leather armor and carries a double-edged heavy axe, and his exposed long hair is a dark green color.

Seeing this burly figure, in Sauron's impression, the Ice Clan slaves imprisoned in the Eagle People's territory basically couldn't say a complete sentence. There are only three colors: red, yellow, and black. And at this moment, the green-haired barbarian, his fluency in language, at least proves that the Ice Clan are not humanoids who live with beasts.

Rather, it is a powerful, savage tribal civilization.

In Zoron's sight, some rare green-haired warriors dotted the thousands of red-haired barbarians.

Here, both sides of the Grand Canyon are red boulder faults, and nature has carved them into craggy rock formations and mountains, sandwiched between a bottomless pass.

Behind the pass and the rejection of the wood, it is assembled into a formidable fighting force. And most importantly, from here, the Ice Clan no longer holds sharp wooden sticks and stone tools, but all iron weapons.

It seems that under the oppression of the green-haired barbarians, the combat morale of the slave regiments in front continues to drop to freezing point.

There was a commotion ahead, and Sauron saw that Rudolph was already cutting off the heads of one retreating slave soldier after another with his sword, trying to suppress the spread of panic in the blood of the race.

Rudolph did his best to suppress the panic of the slave regiments, and to maintain the morale of the battle at one point to prevent a rout. Although the earth was still under the steps of the Ice Clan, it hummed dullly. Every time the green-haired warrior on the high platform wielded a heavy axe, the canyon erupted with a roar that shook the heavens and the earth.

"Woo woo - "

Immersed in the loud noise, the pungent stench, and the fishiness of the Ice Clan barbarians, it went straight into the nostrils.

He lifted his eyes, and in front of him seemed to be through a layer of suffocating glasses, and all he could see was the brown back of the pass, and the growing number of Ice Barbarians gathering here. The combat morale of the Ice Clan on the other side also rose all the way to the peak of boiling water.

Zoro frowned slightly, taking all this in his eyes, and at that moment, the pair of silver pupils staring at the red Grand Canyon contracted sharply, as if they were finally immune to this irritability.

"Under the gaze of the King of the Ice Clan, I will make the heads of the losers into bone cups, who? Who would dare to step forward? Roar! ――”

In the clearing between the two sides, a green-haired warrior jumped out and called for a challenge. In the horizon, whether it is his roar or the color of his hair, it has caused a kind of savage oppression to the slave legion. As a result, the morale of the fighters, which had just stabilized, continued to decline.

The green-haired warrior wielded a thick, modestly handled two-handed mace with hideous iron nails and grooves that glowed dark in the sunlight.

As a superior Ice Clan warrior than the red-haired and yellow-haired bear people, Green-haired has a certain amount of protective leather armor tied to his body, and he holds a mace high in one hand, and beats his chest with the other hand. At the same time, behind him, a mist of dust like cotton wool was raised.

But no matter how fanatical the green-haired warriors are, the scene that happened in the horizon proves that although the Ice Clan has a burly physique and dominates the Red Grand Canyon, they generally have a head worthy of an idiot.

There is no doubt that Sauron is not at all interested in the stupid fighting games of the barbarians.

"Rudolph, then, it's time for you to prove yourself."

In that moment, Rudolph was frozen by the cold voice.

"Farrow!"

Although Rudolph quickly complied, he summoned the strongest barbarian berserker around him.

Amid the roar of the Ice Clan that shook the heavens and the earth, the barbarian berserker looked unkindly at the black oppression.

After receiving a nod from Rudolph, he drew the great sword behind him, and strode onto the field to get up in a vertical stride, a leap of a few sand ropes away.

In fact, in the past few days, from Rudolph's mouth, Zoro has learned what braids mean to a berserker among the barbarians.

The Nine-Braided Berserker, who was already the number one warrior of the Berserker Clan.

……

Roar~!!

In the horizon, Sharo, the first warrior of the berserker tribe, is like an incomparable chariot.

After only a few faces, the green-haired warrior on the field, one of his right arms was cut off by a big sword, and he only resisted desperately with his unskilled left hand.

The green-haired warrior stared at one of the Braided Berserker's eyeballs, but the other eyeball bulged out of its socket from pain, and the corners of his mouth even bled from the corner of his mouth because of his loud roar in terror.

Roar!!

At the moment of struggle, the cold light flashed, and the nine-braid berserker slashed with another sword, and at that moment, the green-haired warrior's bloodshot eyes staring at the sky did not close after all.

The first warrior of the Berserker tribe, he proved his toughness with his strength.

Two minutes later......

When the third green-haired warrior was slashed open by the great sword in the hand of the nine-braid berserker.

Farrow glanced at the colorful intestines on the ground, he wiped the sweat from his forehead with his arm, looked up at the red sun shining on the red canyon, and then squinted slightly in the direction of his identity, his eyes full of pride.

The nine-pigtailed berserker on the field, his bravery and combat skills, are unique in Sauron's life, second only to Rudolph.

But what he did was like a little girl, venting her frustration in a stupid way.

Rudolph's strategy is to defeat the 9 Green-Haired Warriors and turn them into minions. And the bloody killing of the Nine-Braided Berserker made Rudolph smile on the corner of his mouth, proud of the Nine-Braided Berserker's behavior, and very curious about what kind of facial expression Sauron would have when he saw such a powerful barbarian warrior.

But at this time, Sauron was very suitable for his body to one side slightly, easily avoiding the corner of the other party's eyes. Rudolph is a capable general, but in his eyes, Sauron is an eagle man after all. I can't avoid his pride.

Ten minutes later......

The moment when the Nine-Pigtailed Berserker killed the fifth green-haired warrior, he was panting and ready to end in the roar and displeasure of the Ice Clan.

The morale of the Ice Clan has dropped dramatically. On the other hand, the morale of the other side has indeed risen rapidly.

At a glance, it's now!

Conquest is not a dream, it always ends with blood and iron.

Zoro was reluctant to continue this boring game, and he didn't believe that the leaders of the nine outcasts would come to this pass and fight like idiots.

Therefore, when he raised the sword in his hand, he suddenly raised it above his head.

The eagles, almost at the same time, blew the horn in their hands.

There is such a saying.

When the words "war" resounded in the sky, please bring your eyes as bright as the sun and prepare to embrace this trembling world!

"Eagle strikes the sky!!"

The eagles marched in unison, spreading their wings and rising into the air, like a flexible and powerful net, more like a bloody mouth.

There are no complex changes, no subtle mechanisms, just propulsion from the air, and then there are spears throwing, bloody crushing along the way.

No matter who was in front of them, they were ruthlessly pierced by spears, and on the side of the spearhead piercing, a large amount of blood spurted out.

Even on the flat ground, with the help of a pair of wings, the white wooden spear in the eagleman's hand fell heavily on the shoulders of a green-haired warrior, spurting out a mouthful of blood.

In the horizon, the bloody scene on this page made Zoro wonder if it would become red at this pass.

The eagles roared and ordered the slave regiment to charge, but in Rudolph's eyes, his slave regiment phalanx could not pass through the three-meter-wide pass guarded by the Ice Clan, so he had to fill it with cannon fodder.

This is Sauron's order. "If you can, you can fill a path out of corpses, and you won't hesitate."

Because only blood can irrigate conquest and victory. And Sauron believes that only under the stimulation of blood can cannon fodder bring out their greatest value.

Either rush through the pass or accept death. The stimulation of blood and the echo of the horn of the charge echoed loudly, and the slave regiment fell into complete madness.

The slave legions, and the berserkers, formed a terrible torrent of death, shouting, clamour, and groaning, and stomped and kicked the corpses of their comrades and ran forward. Like a herd of life-threatening beasts.

The people who were about to be drowned by the crowd rubbed against each other spasmodically, hugging the narrow pass in front of them, and then under the slashing of the green-haired warriors, one by one they were planted in it like wooden pillars.

They cried for their lives, begging for their lives, but they fell into a rage, and then sank in the midst of the cold flowing iron, crushed into a ground of blood.

"War is a feast of death."

Sauron ordered war without greeting Rudolph, in the sense that it was a kind of self-knowledge, "it is impossible to trust a barbarian who has only known him for a few days." Whether it is the Lord of the Dragon Court or an Eagle King Sacrifice, he must be as cunning as a fox and bloodthirsty as a hungry wolf. ”

When a three-thousand-strong Eagleman army suddenly appeared, even Rudolph was caught off guard.

……

Driven by the eaglemen, the slave regiment is on the cusp of a crazy collision.

The Nine-Pigtailed Berserker fell into the madness of Chestemi, and the surface of his body was surrounded by dense and prominent veins, falling into the berserker's frenzied state. As he watched the barbarians being swept away by the torrent of madness, along with his people and friends, Farrow roared loudly and angrily, his eyes filled with tears. A sharp iron object had been stabbed into his abdomen, causing blood to pour from his throat.

The nine-braid berserker Farrow, with his right hand clutching a hideous head, threw it forward, holding back the blood spilling from his throat, and he told himself that he couldn't die yet.

The value of the slave corps is probably at this moment.

In the midst of a crowded battle, when Rudolph's head was hot, everything rose and fluttered before his eyes. Guiding the slave corps to storm the pass, all they saw was blood and splattered limbs.

But no matter how exhausted, in the midst of this chaos, Rudolph doesn't seem to see the Ice Clan as human. Because his killings were like painting with blood, he didn't care whether it was the enemy or the regressive slave who approached him.

The twin swords shuddered in Rudolph's hands, slashing into the shoulder blades of an Ice Clane. The color of the blood blurred in front of his eyes, and another sword slashed horizontally, the pleasure of a severed limb clutching his heart. In the terrifying slaughter battlefield, he must exert all his strength, shouting "Shock to live, retreat or die!" "Chop to death the slaves around you who have lost their minds, so that they don't lose their heads as easily as others because of crowding and trampling.

Rudolph's general mission was to break through the canyon pass ahead, or fill it with corpses.

Like a torrent, in the eyes of the red-haired bears, the eagle warriors are like fierce gods, followed by the fleeing green-haired warriors, the eagles pursued in four directions, everywhere they went, there was blood and broken corpses flying sideways, and they cut open a bloody rain and bloody wind, and the slashing sound of "click" became one. Many red-haired warriors did not remember to let out a terrifying howl that tore through their eardrums until the sharp butcher's knife came.

Shattered limbs burst into the air, wrapped in stumps and a rain of blood.

Listening to the thunderous roar in my ears, the blood rain that caught my eyes was like a blowout! The red-haired warrior's eyes widened and roundered, and his gaze was filled with horror.

The red-haired ice clan warriors at the foot of the hillside, not only did their combat morale drop directly to a negative number, but under the soft and fine hairy faces, the bulging muscles were constantly twitching.

Barbaric civilization, advocating tough combat strength, under the harsh tribal hierarchy, I witnessed the green-haired warriors who were usually high and invincible, and were completely defeated from the front. (To be continued.) )