But it had already happened, and Huerter did what he had planned.

It's just that after winning this sacred gladiatorial battle, Baburu was very excited.

The tribe had not eaten a cooked meat for a long time, and when the unlimited amount of cured meat was roasted over a campfire, Baburu looked at the satisfied smiles of the other tribesmen, and he was greatly satisfied.

Although he did not bring the food, and the victory was not created by his own hands, did not the purpose be achieved?

That's enough.

As long as he can save his people from the brink of destruction, no matter what method is used, Baburu will not hesitate.

What's more, taking refuge in Huerter and the huge empire behind him is not a very evil thing in itself, on the contrary, it should be the most correct thing he has done since he succeeded to the throne.

According to the ancient legal code, he saved the tribe in distress with his own hands.

"Lord Huert vs. the Iron Whip Tribe, I witnessed it with my own eyes!" An emaciated clansman swallowed the piece of meat in his hand, "Lord Huert is simply unstoppable, at the beginning of the battle, he has already turned into a thick fog and rushed in front of more than twenty warriors, knocking out seven or eight people with a single hammer!" ”

"Aren't all the warriors of the Iron Whip Tribe good at it, and one of the chosen ones can even manipulate the gravel to attack, how can they be defeated with one blow?" Another disabled member questioned, "No matter how fast you are, you can't be faster than the fast-moving sand!" ”

"I can't lie to you! I wasn't the only one watching the game. ”

Another foreigner shouted dissatisfiedly, "Even if the Chosen Son of the Iron Whip Tribe can manipulate the sand, I haven't seen it work at all. The moment Lord Huerter rushed over, all the sand manipulated by the other party was sprinkled on the ground, and he completely resisted the adult's hammer blow with his face. You all know the hammer that Lord Huert swung at the beginning of the Holy Gladiatorial Fight, if it wasn't for the Lord to restrain his strength, such an attack would definitely have killed the person on the other side on the spot! ”

"So... Tough? ”

"Of course, but Lord Huerter's ability to turn into a thick fog is incredible, he is simply a natural assassin!"

Gathered around the bonfire, the clansmen said a word, and the clansmen who watched the whole battle told the people who had not watched the battle the details of the battle, and almost everyone in the dry bone tribe was immersed in the joy of victory.

"But it's nothing." Speaking of the rise, an inconspicuous clansman suddenly spoke, "What is unforgettable about that sacred gladiatorial battle is not Lord Herter's fighting skills and the fierceness of the battle, but the method against the Iron Whip Tribe, which is completely releasing water!" ”

"Drain the water, what to release the water, tell me about it!"

"Throughout the battle, the warriors of the Iron Whip Tribe were hit in the vital part by Helter, but!"

This sentence calmed down the chatter in front of the campfire in an instant, and everyone was waiting for the next sentence.

"However, there is still not a single warrior who has died in the ring of the Holy Gladiatorial Fight!"

The clansmen who had not watched the battle gasped.

"Impossible! I also went to the tribal bazaar today to exchange for necessities, and the people there were talking about the heavy losses of the Ironwhip tribe, and their tribe was hung with black flags, obviously mourning, but you said that they didn't die a single person? ”

"Eh, did you listen to what I said?" The clansman sighed, "What I'm saying is that no one died in the ring!" ”

"I can testify to that!" Someone soon responded: "I was there to watch the whole process of the battle!" ”

"That's right, although I didn't watch the whole battle, I didn't miss the highlights, the ring of the sacred gladiatorial battle that day can almost be described as tragic, the blood is flowing like a river, it is indeed incredible to be able to do this."

"What the hell do you mean?"

"Tell us more about it!"

"Hey, whoever still has a piece of meat, give him a little more and let him continue."

"Actually, it's easy to explain, it's not that Lord Huert hasn't given the Iron Whip Warriors a chance, but even if these idiots break their hands and feet or break their thighs, they still want to use their teeth to make a final resistance, in this case, Lord Huert can only make them have no ability to fight back." The narrator paused, "Master Huert cut off their hands and feet with a sharp dagger, and then kicked them off the platform one by one! ”

"If you cut off your hands and feet, if you bandage them in time, you can save your life, but both hands and feet are cut off? Almost no one will be able to make it back to the tribe, and the loss of blood alone can kill them! But can we be blamed for this? Can you blame the Dry Bone Tribe for being ruthless? You say, "Is it possible?" ”

"No, I can see that Lord Huerter is also forced to do so."

"At least the fact that he didn't die on stage is enough to prove that Lord Huert doesn't have murderous intent."

"That's true!"

"That's right!"

"If you want me to say, the Iron Whip Tribe simply deserves it, and they don't look at who the opponent is, and they think that this desperate posture can scare away Lord Huerter!"

"Well said!"

"Long live the Dry Bone Tribe!"

Everyone took out the brewed fruit wine, touched the glass, and drank it all.

"To the Dry Bone Tribe!"

There was a burst of cheers around the campfire.

Huerter drank the wine from his glass and let out a long breath.

In the last week, more and more other tribes have come to the Dry Bone Tribe, most of them to build friendships, and there is only one thing that people discuss, and that is the Holy Gladiatorial Fight.

In fact, not only the Dry Bone Tribe, but almost the entire grassland, are inquiring about this matter.

After all, sacred gladiatorial battles are no small matter for the tribes in the grasslands and deserts.

This made Baburu a little nervous, after all, it was not a good thing that a weak tribe could cause such a big storm, but what made him feel a little relieved was that Huert and the empire behind him were powerful, and even after hearing about the holy gladiatorial battle, the Chosen Ones who came to make trouble were all beaten and fled by him.

And tomorrow, Bablu will be able to see Huerter in the ring again.

The Dry Bone Tribe has challenged the Blastsand Tribe.

Not only did he feel his blood boiling all over his body, but even the clansmen of other tribes were also quite concerned about this matter.

Only Huerter seemed quite calm, and his appearance and expression seemed to tell that this was just a cold mission, and there was no emotion at all.

But even if Baburu wants to regret it now, I'm afraid it's too late, what he can do now is to try his best to assist Huert in completing the so-called task, so that he can get an extra piece of the tribe when the mission is over.

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