Volume 2 Clash of Clans Chapter 52 Seven Nights - Luna's Sword

I stood in the dueling arena with my sword in hand, and I didn't have the same daze as I had killed for the first time a few days ago, but the smell of blood still made me feel sick.

This is the penultimate round, and there are three more rounds, this bloody feast can be over, and I can also be relieved, and there are no more than two endings, kill the opponent who is also black blood and become the new big leader of the tribe, or, be killed by someone else, and use my death to witness the birth of the new big leader. As the iron door opened in front of me, my opponent in this round of fighting appeared in front of me, I recognized this peer from the Guanghu tribe, I had seen him in the previous training camp, he smiled beautifully, and his clear eyes always reminded me of the beautiful lake in the sun.

In the previous training camp, he said that he had a younger brother, but unfortunately, ah no, what is the pity, it should be said that fortunately, his brother is not black blood. The tribesmen regard black blood as glory and think that black blood is a gift from the goddess, but I would rather not be black blood, I ........ Miss Ben is not uncommon with the gift of this bullshit goddess! If there really is a goddess, it must be an ugly, bad, and vicious goddess! Otherwise, why does she insist that we use cannibalism and the blood of our own kind to please her?

I have been to the Holy Land, which is a house made of pure steel, and I have seen the murals on the walls of the Holy Land, where the goddess who descended from heaven gave her blood to the ancestors of the tribe to survive the baptism of glory in peace, but I still couldn't help but sketch the scene in the mural in my mind more than once, but the hazy face of the goddess in the mural was automatically substituted by me into a wrinkled, smiling old witch.......

The opponent is very strong, and it can be seen in the previous training camp that he and I are on par with each competition, and the first place in each previous competition is his opponent in the last round...... Yes, Miss Ben admits that I may not survive this time, really, . But so what? This damn black blood! Hell goddess!

Anyway, I'm dead, so let's introduce myself first.

My name is Luna, daughter of the leader of the Stormwind Tribe.

Yes, as you can see, I'm a black blood. Tribal legend, the fire of glory extinguishes the world, the goddess descends from heaven, born with black blood, the ancestors who saved the tribes, and now in all the twelve major tribes, all the children born with black blood have been blessed by the goddess, they will be gathered and sent to the center of the twelve tribes, Baita City, to receive the teaching of the current tribal chief and priest team, and after the death of the current great leader, the new chief of the twelve tribes will also be selected from among them, and after completing the fire transfer ceremony with the assistance of the priest, they will be sworn in.

In other words, for each selection of a new Grand Chief, only one candidate will survive......

A month ago, the former Grand Leader from the Land of Ice led a coalition of twelve tribes to attack the mountain people in an attempt to rescue their captured compatriots, but died under the mountain people's weapon "Heavenly Fire", and it was time for the twelve tribes to re-elect their leaders....... Fortunately, the big chief, who felt bad before the war, with the assistance of the sacrifice, took the fire out of his body, and finally this time the fire has been preserved, but I don't think it's good at all, which means that I and this group of friends who have been together for four or five years will kill each other, and only the last one will survive on the remains of his former friends.......

Besides, my brother was here, and it upset me for a while.

My brother and I were found to have black blood at the same time, and both were brought back to White Tower City by the priests, and I think that Abba as the leader must not be so happy, except for me and my brother, Abba has no other children, which also means that the heir to the leader of the Storm Tribe should be the one I hate Swoo. Swo is the strongest warrior of the younger generation of the Stormwind Tribe besides me, and, he's ...... He actually likes me! Hmph, if I can't beat me, do you want to use a beautiful man? Miss Ben won't be fooled! Miss Ben is destined to become the first female leader of the Stormwind Tribe! Like Queen Leia of the Ice Country, like the Firefox tribe who has always been the female leader....... Far away, with my brother and I being taken out of the tribe, the position of leader of the Stormwind Tribe is destined to be lost to me. Also, say goodbye, farewell, Swo, what is it like you big guy crying like that, how many times have I said it, Miss Ben doesn't like you! The man I like, he must always be calm and reserved, like ...... Like that kind of sunny big brother, he has to look good when he smiles...... If, if, I mean if, he would have a pair of lake-like gentle eyes......

A cacophony of voices interrupted my thoughts, and the cheers of the spectators around me resounded in the air, and the priests on the main seat witnessed the final result with serious faces.

Hurray, bah, hurrah....... Forget it, it's not good to spit in the mouth, especially in front of the sunshine big brother who has always been.

"I'm sorry, I ...... I also have a younger brother, and I ........ I have to live", he in front of him, his face was a little complicated, and after speaking, he rushed with a knife.

Something seems to be blurring in my memory, maybe it's that sunny smile, maybe it's that lake-like eyes, maybe it's the day when the sky is full of stars.

My heart is empty, it seems that something is being lost, and it is okay, it feels much lighter and there are no fetters.

"Ping!"

"Ping!"

"Ping!"

Block, block, block, the opponent in front of me comes up with a round of attack, four or five years of training together, getting along with each other, he knows me too well, just as I know him too.

He has a lot of strength among his peers, and I am more agile and agile.

At this time, we have to thank the damn black blood, black blood makes our speed, stamina, and reflexes the best among the warriors.

The force from his hand made my wrists tingle, and it seemed that he had made up his mind.

As I retreated, I had less and less room to toss and turn, and gradually, I was forced into the corners of the dueling arena......

The cheers in the surrounding stands also reached a climax at the same time.

I knew very well that he wanted to use his strength to limit my agility. Just like in the past four or five years, when I was in countless competitions, as long as I was brought into his rhythm, the final winner must be him, although, this time, the price of defeat is death. In the previous competitions, when I won, I jumped out of his attack range at the beginning, wandered and grappled, looked for his flaws, and knocked him out.

The priests had said before the battle that in addition to courage, the great leader must also have determination, and must not be weak, so even if the opponent admits defeat, he must take the opponent's life and prove his determination and strength to the people in the stands.

Finally, the touch from the back of my feet let me know that I was in the corner and that there was no way back.

The face that once had a sunny smile was blocked by the shadow in the corner, and the expression could no longer be seen clearly, and the raised war knife reflected the sunlight, revealing a chill.

It all seems to be over......

In the flash of light, from the edge of the blade, I saw a smile of unknown meaning on the corner of my lips, and I suddenly sped up by thirty percent, causing a flash of panic in my opponent's eyes.

One last sword block, my legs slammed against the wall, and I jumped over his head, the tip of the sword stabbed at the opponent's shoulder socket, only to be avoided by him at the last moment, the long sword cut a deep scar on his face, and black blood gushed out of the wound......

But it doesn't matter, I'm out of his range, just like I've done countless times before, and the rest of the fight is my rhythm......

I've always had a secret, when I was training, Abba made two hoops and tied them to my legs, so my speed was actually faster than my opponent thought, but it didn't matter, I won and he died.

My eyes seemed to be blinded by a layer of blood, until my opponent, the big brother who used to have a sunny smile, fell......

I was overwhelmed for a moment, and finally took a conch ornament from him before he died, and gently closed his eyes like a lake.

The next day, when my brother put down his knife and took the initiative to hit my sword, I completely broke down when the long sword was pulled out of the chest of my own brother.

The opponent in the final round was a little girl from the Firefox tribe, her name was Lexa, she had just been sent to Baita City for less than three years, I taught her by hand, she was very talented, but so what, she had no chance of winning.

But so what? I'm tired, I don't want to fight, I've never wanted to be a big boss.

So, the night before the final battle, I decisively escaped over the wall, and I was probably the first black-blooded voter in the tribe to escape......

But so what? The eldest brother of the Guanghu tribe is dead, my own brother is dead, and those friends who are training together are all dead! He's dead! I can't live anymore!

I don't know how long I fled, but I slowly heard that Lexa had been elected as the Great Leader, and her first order was to declare me permanently banished, permanently forbidden to return to White Tower City.

It's not a loss that I taught it, Lexa understands me.

I read the wrong person, thank you, Lexa......

As I wandered, I slowly got the news that Abba had passed away, that Svo had become the new leader, and that there was no one left in the Stormwind tribe that I was close to.

I just exiled myself and kept wandering, and finally, I wanted to go to the Guanghu tribe and return this conch post to the family of the big brother of the Guanghu tribe.

It's just that when I walked to the edge of the Guanghu tribe, the fire in the village in front of me caught my attention......