In fact, although there have been several desert kings, they also have no base number of tribes, territories, and people under their command, so they can only roughly divide the Rusar Gobi into five regions, and each region will set up a suzerain-master tribe to rule the large and small barbarian tribes and thieves' camps below.

The Jianbu tribe was once a well-known suzerain, and was awarded the Al-Aji Oasis with the most abundant water and grass. In the heyday of the tribe, because of the trust of the king of the desert, the training methods of the pilgrims were not lost, and the caravan of the walking tribe once traveled all over the Russar Gobi, and even sailed across the ocean on giant steam ships, thousands of kilometers away to the outer archipelago in the middle of summer, bringing back a large number of precious and rare jewels and products.

Today, there are only about 2,000 people left in the Jianbu tribe, and more than 100 caravans, which are only one percent of the strength of their heyday, but the handscrolls of the pilgrims that have been lost for hundreds of years have been re-made in full condition, so that the well-informed Sti Star-eyed people can no longer maintain their unfathomable temperament, and they laugh like an idiot all day long, treat everyone with courtesy, and even make way for a hairless baby.

The baby was finally beaten by his mother, because he walked in front of the star-eyed man with a big grin, regardless of his humility. If it is replaced by the Seliantou who offended the black lizard tribe, the best outcome for the baby is to be driven out of the tribe, with only the most basic guns, spears and luggage, and she will never be able to come back if she can't complete her coming-of-age ceremony.

The authenticity of the pilgrim's handscrolls has been verified. Although Sti Stareye was still skeptical when he first got it from Merlin Avery, it only took a few days to make Kenobi Hawkeye and other Pilgrims who already possessed the level of a mentor significantly increase in strength, which made Sti Tou not believe it.

With the unanimous promotion of the top brass of both tribes, Merlin Avery's popularity has increased even further, and he has become faintly equal to the two tribal leaders, only slightly inferior to the old shaman Glazel. Becoming the leader of the combined tribal team competing for the Brute King Banner is, of course, a matter of course.

Avery was reluctant to be the leader of the team, because deep down, he still agreed that the Holy Red Empire was his homeland, and the desert barbarians, who had been at war with the empire for hundreds of years, were a group of bandits and bandits.

Of course, after two months of desert travel, Avery was slowly weakening his hidden hostility and vigilance. The desert barbarians were not all accustomed to burning and looting, and the barbarian warriors were not all bloodthirsty madmen, they had the same joys and sorrows, and unless a careerist united them under one banner, most of the tribes had no intention of harassing the empire's frontiers.

In this way, perhaps holding the Beast King Banner in his hand is the key to solving the century-old war in the western part of the empire?

After this thought rose from the bottom of his heart, he couldn't contain it, and Avery went from being reluctant at the beginning to taking the initiative. For several nights on end, the round windows of the old shaman's dwelling were often lit up all night, and in the light of the fire pit and the alchemy lantern, the high-ranking members of the two tribes worked together to prepare supplies, exchange experience, and select personnel, and when they left the house in the morning, each had a tired but full smile on their faces.

As the leader of the team, Avery had the heaviest burden on his shoulders, heavier than Glazel, who had gone with him in the group without concealing his identity. Moreover, the candidates for the tribal alliance this time are all barbarian warriors, and Avery followers need to stay in the capital of wisdom to defend their territory on the one hand, and on the other hand, they are not suitable for the barbarian warriors' fighting style, so no one can participate in the war.

Avery had thought that the barbarians were upright and bold, and that they should be decisive and neat when discussing things. However, when it comes to the question of interests and prestige, there is nothing that can be resolved decisively and neatly, and according to the custom of the barbarian tribes, everyone present has the right to speak, which drags the meeting into a muddy abyss. There were a total of eight elders from the Black Lizard Tribe and the Jianbu tribe who participated in the meeting, all of them were loud and dignified, but they were as noisy as the eighty most snarky old women. They slammed the table and stools, or yelled, or flattered, or threatened. The cheeks and neck were flushed with a word, and the axe clattered on the ground, and it looked like it might be a ball at any moment, but soon he calmed down, shook hands and hugged his shoulders, and almost swore to his father that he would become brothers and sisters who shared life and death.

After several nights of arguing, refuting, arguing, and justifying, the list of the ranks was finally released. Much to Avery's annoyance, the list included five barbarian warriors and five pilgrims, all of whom were unruly troublemakers except for Kenobi Hawkeye, who had some friendships.

In the beginning, the run-in alone exhausted Avery. Although no one challenged him for the captaincy, no one followed Avery orders, except for Kenobi Hawkeye, who was not obviously refusing for the sake of friendship, and the rest of the team simply regarded Avery as the captain as if he did not exist.

"Barbarian warriors will only obey the orders of the stronger. After another frustrating training failure, Kenobi approached Avery and told him in a sincere tone, "Whether it's the black lizard tribe or the walking tribe, this is a consensus that cannot be avoided. Mr. Avery, if you want to dictate to us, you're going to have to knock us all to the ground in a fair one-on-one duel. ”

Kenobi's advice was a bit tricky for Avery, "It has to be one-on-one, and it's a fair duel?" he rubbed his hands, frowning a little distressedly, "I remember that there are quite a few rules for fair dueling, and one of them is...... Only weapons of ordinary materials are allowed, and neither side is allowed to wear armor, hold shields, or use any potions, is that right?"

Kenobi nodded lightly with a pitying smile on his face, "That's right, so Mr. Avery, none of your troublesome alchemy items can be used, and the same goes for alchemy potions. ”

"It's not fair!" Avery couldn't help but blurt out, "The enemy on the battlefield won't duel you like this!"

"No, that's fair. Kenobi shook his head slowly, "The battlefield is the battlefield, and the duel is the duel, Mr. Avery, this duel rule will continue to the competitive competition of the Tribal Alliance, especially the duel between captains, which has always been an important part of the struggle for glory!"

Avery hung his head in frustration. For a pharmacist, he is definitely extremely powerful and skilled, but if you measure it by the level of a molten gold warrior, he can only barely reach the level of being promoted to a mentor.

Although there were no grandmaster-level powerhouses in the competitive team, almost every member of the team had reached the peak of the mentor, and Avery wanted to defeat them in a fair duel, which could be said to be a pipe dream.

The frustration continued until after dinner, when the old shaman, Glazel, stayed behind and patted Avery on the shoulder with a smile on his face.

"Are those little ones causing you a lot of trouble?" Glazer looked at Avery with brown eyes that seemed to be able to read through people's hearts, easily piercing the latter's imperfect disguise, "Are you a little unconfident about winning the championship in the Tribal Guild's competitive competition?"

"It is true, Elder Glazel, that in such a short period of time I have not been able to change this embarrassing situation. Avery gritted his teeth in frustration, a hint of gloom brewing between his eyebrows, "Brother Kenobi is right, I can't win under the rules of a fair duel, and this position of captain is not suitable for me. ”

"But this captain is yours, Brother Avery. "I can't go into battle myself, because that would turn the competitive match into a chaotic battle between the grandmasters, and neither can the Celestian Heads and the Stitos, the former was born with a brain that he probably forgot to bring with him, and the latter has a good brain, but the performance of his hands will only be worse than yours." ”

This is a common problem of the desert barbarians, either stubborn, stupid, irritable and irritable, or flexible in mind and weak in body. However, Avery rolled his eyes, and soon remembered a candidate, "Why don't you let Brother Kenobi be the captain? He has brains and strength, and after getting the right training methods, he will improve even further, so why can't he be the captain?"

Glazel hesitated for a moment, then spread his hands, "If I say that I can see the shadow of death fall on Kenobi's shoulder, and the hideous scythe on his neck, as long as he is the captain, no one in the competitive team will want to survive, believe it or not?"

Avery frowned, the reason sounding rather ridiculous. But Elder Glazer had no reason to talk nonsense, and his mysterious appearance was indeed similar to the madness of an astrologer. Perhaps this was a divine foresign of the great will in the dark, and given the old shaman's prestige and strength, it was not impossible.

"Okay, I believe it, but how do we solve the matter now?"

"Of course, use the wisdom in your head to solve it. Glazer curled his knuckles and tapped his wrinkled forehead, "Brother Avery, do you think that we shamans have to be like those barbarians, stripping naked and rolling together with fists to be a duel?" )