Just as Jorgen was sharing the joy of family with and the two families, in the depths of the distant Death Desert, in the center of a mirage-like mega-oasis city, it was a colosseum, built by the Yellow Sand witch doctors of the Geyes tribe with mysterious sand magic and the bones of the hardest beasts in the desert, and it was also a symbol of the martial prowess of the Geyes tribe that occupied the six large oases of the Death Desert, and it was one of the places where the mature slave industry of the desert intersected. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

But now, in the Colosseum, which was originally only for the lowest slave warriors to fight each other, a special gladiatorial battle was going on, and Pete, who had just returned home less than a day ago, wore the traditional half-body leather armor of the Guyers warriors, touched the wand in one hand, and carried a streamlined desert scimitar that shone with yellow light in the other, and opposite him, the twenty captured alien warriors who had been fierce had fallen a dozen, and only the bravest ones were still trying to fight back.

The Colosseum was already filled with the inhabitants of the desert city, and they were fanatically shouting Pete's name, not only because of Pete's status as the next successor of the Guyers tribe, but also because of the bravery of the young master who had returned from a long journey, he had fought three gladiatorial battles since the morning, and none of them were defeated, whether the opponent was a slave, a beast, or a current alien warrior, it seemed that nothing could stop the silent but fierce Pete from victory.

However, the continuous battle for several hours also made Pete feel a tiredness from the bottom of his heart, plus this time is the death desert sun rising overhead, the hottest time, if he can't solve the enemy on the opposite side in a short time, it is very likely to be dragged into the rhythm of the war of attrition by the opponent with rich combat experience, it is undoubtedly a very troublesome situation for him.

"Uh..."

Pete moved his arm, and the sharp pain from his left arm made his eyes narrow, which was a memento left by the rampaging desert lizard just now, but at the moment when Pete squinted, the warrior who was waiting for him immediately moved.

“wnid!daoe!ermor!”

They shouted something they didn't know what they meant, waved the weapon in their hands and pounced on Pete, who was close at hand, and the swarthy guy in the lead smiled and opened his right hand that had been clenched into a fist, and a piece of sand sprinkled on the young patriarch who had no time to dodge, he seemed to have seen Pete's painful expression as he fell under his long knife, and he smirked and was about to stab the scimitar in his hand into the body of the young man who had no time to react.

The owner of the Colosseum had said that if they could kill the boy, they would be free!

At this moment, not only the people let out a frightened cry, but even the old patriarch Arhan, who had been sitting firmly on the tall viewing platform, also stood up from the rattan chair, and the warriors standing beside him had already drawn their bows and opened their arrows, as the best hunters in the desert, as long as the patriarch gave the order, they could shoot the sneak attacker to death in the Colosseum in the next moment.

"Don't bother! That's Pete's own war!"

The old patriarch, a mysterious witch doctor with better eyesight than the vultures of the desert, saw the smile on his son's lips and waved his hand to stop the arrows that the warriors were about to fire.

The next moment, the victory that everyone was looking forward to has finally arrived!

"Ghosted!"

With a slight touch of the wand in Pete's hand, with the fleeting black light, the sneak attacker immediately felt his mind dazed, and the world in his eyes shook, and even Pete, who was standing in front of him, turned into five black shadows that could not see the position clearly.

"Die!"

The panicked sneak attacker roared angrily, and the scimitar in his hand slashed at Pete's left with unstoppable power... air, Pete with a hint of relieved breathing, lifted the scimitar in his other hand, held it high above his head, he looked indifferently at the guys who were rushing towards him with crazy faces, his lips moved slightly,

"Dark Magic Secret Art - Desert Sword!"

"Poof!"

As the scimitar in Pete's hand slashed forward, countless boiling elements gathered around him into three gray giant wind blades, piercing into the ground, just like three scimitars that tore the earth, and like the fins of a sharp-toothed shark foraging in the sea, raising up the dust in the sky, the "Divine Blade" released with a special technique roared, cutting everything in front of him cleanly.

At the moment when the dust fell, in the irradiation of the hottest sun, Pete, who closed his eyes and raised the head of an alien warrior high, stood on the ground like a slaughterhouse like a victorious king, and those smelly stumps and severed limbs did not affect the enthusiasm of the audience in the slightest, even the old patriarch Arhan stood up proudly, took a roll of red silk from the hand of the attendant next to him, and threw it into the Colosseum with his own hands.

"In the name of the patriarch of the tribe of Geyers, I proclaim that the coming-of-age ceremony of Pete Arhan Goyers is complete!"

"Roar!"

In the midst of the shouts of the crowd, Pete picked up the roll of silk soaked in blood, wrapped it around his head, and then staggered out of the Colosseum step by step, in the call of the crowd.

Ten minutes later, in the patriarch's dwelling, Arhan and Pete sat at the dinner table, and the maids, dressed in desert style, stood aside with huge fans, gently dispelling the heat for the benevolent patriarch and the young patriarch, and judging from the wine bottles and cups placed on the table, the father and son were obviously chatting happily.

A noblewoman in a moonlit dress sitting next to Pete was Pitt's mother, the wife of the old patriarch Al Han Ming, a noble girl from another powerful tribe, but she was now like all mothers in the world, gently treating her son's wounds, and from time to time she would gently purse her lips and smile because of the conversation between father and son.

"Ah, Pete, my child, it seems like the right choice to send you to the Northland, and look at you, you've become a man who stands up to the sky, hahaha. ”

Arhan picked up the glass full of spirits, drank it all with pleasure, he wiped his mouth, and just as he wanted to continue talking, he was interrupted by Pete, and the boy who had just finished the New Year's ceremony looked at his father, and there was a hot light in his eyes,

"Abba, let me go to war! In just over a month, I'm going to take a new city for the tribe!"

Alhan, who was extremely happy, heard his son's sudden request, and a strange expression appeared on his dark face, and Arhan's wife, that is, Pete's mother, Ada, directly grabbed her son's arm and said with some horror,

"What's the matter, my Pete, why do you suddenly want to go to war? You have 40,000 warriors under your command, and we in the Guyes tribe don't need to let our noble bloodlines kill the enemy to gain glory, kid. ”

"Yes, Pete, we just finished two wars this year, the samurai are very tired, and my subordinate witch doctor also suggested that we recuperate for half a year before going to war, now is not a good time to march, you know, these two months of the sun can burn people to death!"

Arhan put down the wine glass in his hand and asked earnestly,

"But Pete, my boy, can you tell me why you're going to war?"

"Because I'm not strong enough! I'm going to get stronger! I'm going to be the strongest!"

A hint of gloom flashed on Pete's not-so-swarthy cheeks, which Pete had inherited from his mother, and he remembered that in the academy before, Mineva, Shua and Albert, even Jorgen and Moff, everyone in the supernova group could reach a tie with Pete, who thought highly of themselves, and the top ones could easily defeat him, which made the proud Pete endure that kind of loss was like a poisonous snake, eating his heart every night.

However, Pete, who has been upright since he was a child, disdains to be cautious, he is not strong enough, so he has to find a way to make himself stronger.

It is precisely because of this character that Pete has received a different kind of favor from Roman, not only teaching him secret arts, but also giving him a desert scimitar mixed with a small amount of Mithril, it can be seen that Roman hopes that Pete can inherit his mantle, and this vacation, for Pete, naturally becomes a great opportunity for him to catch up with those children who are stronger than him.

Since he was born, the Geyers tribe and the surrounding tribes, which were still relatively weak at that time, have never been at peace, and almost every year they have to fight several wars of 10,000 people before they stop, in the cruel place of the Death Desert, once defeated, it is very likely to mean the decline of the entire tribe, so Pete, who has been regarded as the successor of the next patriarch since childhood, is naturally no stranger to war, he looked at Arhan's eyes full of satisfaction, and said solemnly,

"A few months ago, when you returned from the Academy, Abba, you asked me if I had the confidence to be a good ruler?"

Pete raised his left hand, and on his little finger was a silver-white ring that was different from the dark gold "Masanos Emblem", the delicate little thing was a finger's width, and the smooth surface was engraved with dense runes, and on the inside of the ring, Pete begged Mentor Shelfield to help him engrave a proverb that Mentor Roman said he had heard from Headmaster Eleven.

"I come, I see, I conquer!"

Feeling the feeling that it represented the reward for completing all the extra tasks in this wilderness survival subject, and only 14 of the 127 students received the "Ring of Victory" on their fingers, Pete said word by word,

"I will not be a benevolent ruler, Abba, but I will be a conqueror, I will be the first emperor in this era to conquer the desert that gave birth to us beneath our feet!

This sonorous speech like a milk tiger roaring forest undoubtedly made Arhan and Ada stunned, and after a few seconds, Arhan stood up and slapped Pete's shoulders with both hands, and the old patriarch, who was nearly half a hundred years old, raised his hair and let out a wild laugh of unusually relieved relief,

"Good, good, this is my son of Arhan!Send a decree that the five thousand warriors belonging to Elder Romos be ready for war, and the day after tomorrow, go and witness the first victory of my son, the future emperor of Guyers!" )