Two in a row

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"Barbarians, the main tribes in the Middle Ages should still be in the Omdo Continent, and now the Eastern Continent can occupy one of the six top forces, and the overall strength is still above the trolls. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Carrying the stupid disciple who had already rolled his eyes and was about to faint to death shuttling at high speed in the air, Xuanye was constantly sorting out the general information of the Middle Ages.

Although too much time has passed since the present world, I still retrieved a little bit after gnawing on the library and gnawing on the night.

The barbarians are not the native race of the Eastern Continent, they seem to be several clans that have been teleported from the Omdo Continent in the west through the Gates of Hell, and Rao has also occupied the position of one of the six top forces now.

Compared to Zupan is not weaker at all.

Therefore, Zupan Steel Fang did not dare to take matters into his own hands easily, for fear of causing a full-scale conflict between the two sides, and using himself under the holy throne was undoubtedly the most cost-effective, not only to weaken the enemy, but also to continue to rely on the troll clan after making himself a mortal enemy with the barbarians.

This is called a petition for nomination!

However, we haven't even reached the holy position, just 'do your best' Oh, a wicked smile appeared on the corner of Xuanye's mouth......

......

Barbarians, the clan structure is quite similar to the troll clan, but unlike the tall and thin body type of the troll, most of the barbarians are only more than two meters tall but quite burly and strong, and their strength talent is still above the troll clan!

However, the number of shamans and wise men in the clan is relatively rare, and they are more power-oriented.

This kind of race that has been a demigod can be regarded as the top race in the hegemony of hundreds of races, and it can be a stepping stone to break hands with the human race on the way to rise.

And the barbarian clan that can give birth to the sprint holy position is obviously not the small clan closest to the human race to the west of the human race, at least it must be a larger part of the barbarian tribe.

Brute Hammer Clan!

After flying over several small clans, before reaching the range of the Wild Hammer Clan, Xuanye had already felt the vigorous frenzy of blood boiling around him.

The holy power full of blood and savage war intent was not concealed in the slightest, and it was generously displayed in front of the world.

The grass on the ground below was all creeping in one direction, as if to welcome some soon-to-be-born king.

After landing on the ground with Othello and throwing him aside to recover from motion sickness, Genya looked at the sky in the distance and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Not to mention the barbarians, but purely in terms of atmosphere and masculinity, I am afraid that none of the mainland races can stand out.

The birth of the Holy Throne has to go through all kinds of tribulations, man-made disasters are a very important link, the teacher broke through and made preparations hard, and it was not until the last moment that it completely broke out, but this one showed his momentum early.

That kind of undisguised faint holy power raged wildly, like a king about to be born, patrolling his territory.

'No matter how difficult the road ahead is, I will do my best to break it', the heroic language that is completely integrated into the breath makes Xuanye feel a little melancholy.

pity

It's an alien.

It's a pity that I haven't heard your name......

"Do you feel it? ”

Seeing Othello, who had recovered from airsickness, looked into the distance in a daze, Xuanye asked lightly.

"I feel it, I feel the vigor of life, I feel the longing for hope, is it the barbarian? ”

Othello looked at the rising sun in the sky, and a ray of fanaticism appeared in his eyes, and he must take this step in the future!

"That's right, it's going to be part of your growth. ”

Then Xuanye set off from the creeping grass

"Let's go, I underestimated his strength, there's no need to hide it. ”

After being stunned for a moment, Othello also hurriedly followed the pace of Xuanye, and the two troublemakers who came over went so openly, which made him feel a strange mood.

Now the cowardly, weak, and inferior human race needs to absorb and introduce this kind of spirit.

Barbarians, named after barbarians, are completely synonymous with barbarism, drinking blood and fur are brutal and wild.

But this time, when Xuanye and the two of them walked towards the outline of a tribe in front of them, several groups of barbarian wolf cavalry who found them on the road glanced at them a few times before continuing to leave the hunt.

Obviously, they could see the coveting and cruelty of food in their eyes, but they were all restrained by the muscular head, and it was obvious that this rush to the holy throne was regarded by them as a sacred sacrifice.

All ethnic groups who come to visit are treated as guests regardless of their status.

In this way, Xuanye and Othello also came to the gate of the tribe all the way unimpeded, and obviously with the muscular character of most of the barbarians, they did not have any so-called registration, and the barbarian soldiers with a small amount of leather armor at the door just glanced at the two 'little ones', and let them go directly, without even asking.

And the reception of the barbarians is also quite direct, that is, around the center of the big bonfire, a circle of countless seats, directly paved with animal skins, each seat in front of a small brazier, the animal skin is full of meat, raw can also want to cook food on their own fire.

Even if the hospitality reveals a wild one, there is also a strange racial charm.

There are seats in front and back, and the best is of course the circle closest to the bonfire, whether it is meat or location, it is the best, and except for some barbarian warriors who maintain order, there are no special people to guide the seats.

The order of seats is determined by only one type, strength!

Dignified and upright, the strong are respected, this is the first impression of the entire barbarian clan on Xuanye!

"Teacher, where are we sitting? ”

Othello asked, with a stern face.

"We're here to make trouble, so ......"

"Front row, of course. ”

Genya turned his head sideways and said something terrible in a gentle tone, and the two of them kept their rhythm and walked forward in the gap between the seats at an unhurried pace.

The seats in the back are still empty, but after walking to the gap between the seats of the people, the 'petite' bodies of the two have also attracted a lot of attention.

Of course, the vast majority of people who came here were barbarians, and a small number of other races also surpassed the 'weak and windy' of humans in terms of size, even if there were a few dwarves, the height was not comparable to the two, but the burly arms were too much beyond them.

"What race is this, elves? ”

"Stupid, elven ears are pointed. ”

"It's so small, so thin and still walking forward, if you challenge me, I'll beat them. ”

"It's a shame to fight with them. ”

“......”

The barbarians are all straight, and when they think of what to say, the buzzing barbarian language makes Othello's head big for a while, and he can't understand it at all, but after being cast a mental magic by Xuanye, he can also roughly understand what they mean through his tone and expression.

"Human, this is not where you should be. ”

Compared to many barbarians who didn't even know what race they were, when they were about to cross a beast skin seat, a burly green-skinned barbarian stood up from his seat and stopped in front of them, as if feeling that it was a humiliation for them to continue to walk forward beyond their position.

Looking at the ugly pattern on the other party's chest that was branded with a soldering iron, Othello whispered to Genya

"Teacher, it's the Fire Clan closest to us. ”

"Well, the strength is almost the same as a barbarian warrior who has just stepped into the professional rank, you compare it with him. ”

It's rare to find a more suitable object, and Xuanye also pondered that he couldn't keep pouring chicken soup to his disciples, and he couldn't lack actual combat training.

Through a year of guidance and pulling, Othello has indeed exerted his talent of being a 'late bloomer', and with the massive resources of Xuanye, he has condensed a star palace core and a second inner palace core.

Of course, it is not weak compared to other Tianjiao, but there is no doubt that this speed is worthy of his reputation as the strongest demigod, but Xuanye, who knows that he is a 'late bloomer', does not force it, but blindly asks him to lay a solid foundation.

"He's going to challenge you. ”

Without waiting for Othello to react, Xuanye made a barbarian challenge gesture to the barbarian, and at the same time pointed at Othello, who had not yet reacted, in pure barbarian language.

The next moment, several animal skin seats next to him were consciously pulled aside by the owner to vacate the seats......