The winner is king, and the loser is the loser. Including the strict hierarchy within the bear clan, everything is spoken with strength.

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"Keep going!"

Retract your gaze and break free from the dazzling dizziness. The color and structure of the canyon, and the majestic and muddy red charm, make Aaron feel that this blood-stained canyon is everywhere showing its unique color and secret.

In the horizon, the horizontal rock formations of the canyon wall are clearly visible, and in addition to its majestic side, there are many winding paths that turn around and turn around.

The scenery of the two cliffs standing thousands of miles and holding a line of blue sky is not only amazing, but also inevitably makes people feel that there seems to be a brave man in front of them.

After two hours, the rock formations beneath your feet gradually replaced the earth, making the road hard and showing a bumpy upward bump. The slope is blocked by a few boulders, and the canyon presents a difficult corner, only three or five people shoulder to shoulder width.

When I walked around the corner in front of me, I suddenly saw a lot of sharpened wooden stakes, which were stuck diagonally in the cracks of the rocks to block the way.

At this moment, suddenly.

"Woo woo - woo - "

A barbarian roared like an animal into the sky, and the abrupt feeling of the knife slashing into the chest was like accidentally stepping into some unknown mountain monster cave.

A large number of red-haired and green-haired hula-la-la-people in the field of vision, their roars and the sound of slapping their shields with their weapons made the barbaric aura of the primitive tribes of the blood-stained Grand Canyon come towards them along the canyon space like a river.

"Second Legion, alert, quick, battle ready-"

Kurush's eyes widened, and he kept quickening his pace, and he drew two machete-shaped swords with both hands, and rushed to the front of the Slave Corps. Under his gaze, several red-haired deputies immediately let out a wild roar, keeping the frightened slave regiment calm, and the first row all lowered the wooden giant shields and let out a-for-tat chaotic roar towards the opposite side.

This sudden encounter around the corner.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa~~~" The vicious threatening eyes of the two sides collided with each other in the air, as if they had turned into a hissing electric light.

In that visible field of vision, there is a visual distraction. From one end of the canyon to the other, the entire cliff on both sides seemed to shake, sink, melt, and the infinite space shook like a wave.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa~~~" Thousands of long-haired barbarians on both sides roared one after another, and this violent irritability made Aaron feel as if there were thousands of troops in his mind. And with a sense of urgency that the big battle was coming, his even breathing began to become tight.

Everything happened so suddenly and unexpectedly, like thunder and lightning, Kratos's majestic voice instantly sounded in his ears, "Spartans, prepare for the phalanx!" ”

Whoa, whoa! When the Spartan helmets in the front row lay their spears flat and pointed forward.

The action is uniform and neat, and the momentum is amazing and mighty!

The Spartan warriors in the front row lay their spears flat, and the robes in the back immediately followed with large shields, which rested above the shoulders of the warriors in the front row, thus quickly forming an iron wall of spears and shields.

Behind the slave corps, all Spartan heavy-helmeted warriors, shields advanced, spears stabbed forward, quickly weaving a large and flexible and powerful net.

"Enemy morale, 100, 200, 300!"

Seeing the enemy's strong battle morale continue to rise, Aaron frowned and moved his gaze to Shijiu's body.

"Lord Augustus, order your legions not to be reckless. The stupid bears are a bunch of war idiots, except for being good at individual fights. Any spark could cause them to chase and kill desperately. ”

Pulling out the big sword behind her, there was a hint of nervousness in Shujiu's eyes, she paused, omitting the following words, even if this is a group of war idiots, but the strength of the king of the bear clan is not something that can be shaken casually.

"Now, as long as you can defeat 9 'Green Bear Warriors' in a row, you can use them to control the 9 outcast tribes on the western plains."

As you have already explained, you can go after winning 9 challenges.

The Bear Chieftain tribe controls the Bloodstained Grand Canyon and guards the annual migration of beasts, enough for them to live a life without food and clothing. Therefore, the king of the bear clan is not interested in the plains outside the canyon.

And the strong physique of the bear people, and their violent and aggressive surname, all the excess energy brewed was wasted on the fight.

No matter how puzzling it may be, this is the savage civilization of the Bear people. "The winner is king, and the loser is the loser. Including the strict hierarchy within the bear clan, everything is spoken with strength. ”

The bears set up a arena at the entrance of the Bloodstained Grand Canyon. 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.

9 Green Bear minions are enough to help Aaron and control the 9 Bear Clan's outcast tribes, so there won't be a disproportionate war. At least, that's what Zojiu thinks.

Roar――――

Suddenly, there was a loud roar from the front, ten times louder than Aaron had ever heard of the roar of a long-haired barbarian.

"Despicable invader, who gave you the guts to drive the bears, oh, albeit just some unruly black pigs. …… Invaders, now give you two options, either send your toughest warriors and take on the challenge. Or、Under the siege of the bear clan、Embrace death! ”

"Woo woo

The roar that resounded through the canyon once stimulated the enemy's combat morale in the horizon, and it rose to a height of 450 points.

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 basically subverted the impression that the bear people left on Aaron in the past.

In Aaron's impression, the bears were basically unable to utter a single 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 bears are no longer humanoids who are in the company of wild beasts.

Rather, it is a powerful, savage tribal civilization.

In Aaron's sight, there are some rare green-haired warriors, dotted among 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 bears no longer hold sharp wooden sticks and stone tools, but all iron weapons.

Seemingly oppressed by the green-haired barbarians, the combat morale of the Slave Corps at the front continued to drop to 50 points.

There was a scuffle ahead, and Aaron saw that Kurush was already cutting off the heads of one backward slave soldier after another with his sword, trying to suppress the spread of panic in the blood of the race.

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