The northern part of the Eslar continent, the South Tarren savannah.

Kairim rode on his beloved war horse "White Frost" and looked into the distance, and in the distance was the northern defense line of mankind, the Fortress of Thor. For 200 years, humanity's most elite army has been stationed there, keeping out orc armies that have always wanted to go south.

"Kailimu~" In the distance, a young man rode a horse and galloped, calling Kailim's name as he ran.

Kairim pulled the reins of the horse, and the beloved "White Frost" under the seat slowly turned his head.

The young man ran to Kairim's side, pulled the reins of the horse, and the front hooves of the black war horse under the seat were raised high, and the horse's mouth neighed.

"What are you doing here, Rugman?" asked Kairim as he turned to the young man on horseback.

"Kairim, the chief wants you to go back immediately, there is something very important. ”

Kairim gently patted the neck of "White Frost", and "White Frost" let out a brisk cry, and suddenly disappeared, leaving Lugman far behind.

In a moment, Kairim was back at the camp, where his ancestors had lived for hundreds of years.

"Kairim, you're back. "Everyone in the camp who saw Kairim took the initiative to say hello.

"White Frost" carried Kairimu to a large tent and stopped gently.

Kairim jumped to the ground, ignoring the words of others, jumped open the curtain of the tent door, and strode in.

The huge tent was full of people. Seeing that Kairim was back, an elderly man in white who was sitting in the middle pointed to a felt ball beside him and motioned for Kairim to sit down.

Kairim changed his usual routine and bowed respectfully to the long, but sat there quietly.

The elder smiled slightly and said, "Now that Kairim is back, let's continue with the topic we just talked about." Our 166 camps and more than 10 million people in the 166 camps of the Clay tribe in the South Tarren have always hoped to restore the glory of our ancestors and re-establish the Clay Empire. ”

A middle-aged man dressed in gray and white clothes with a sudden light on his head said, "Chief Abdul, your wish is naturally good, but I don't think His Majesty the Emperor will agree to the restoration of our Klee tribe." ”

"Fart. A stout male voice rang out: "Cree, you fellow, every time you disagree with the chief. ”

Dressed in gray and white, Kriai shook his head and said, "Don't forget, no king will watch his territory be divided, even if he is a terminally ill old lion. ”

Chief Abdul, dressed in white, stretched out his hands, and the entire tent fell silent.

Chief Abdul whispered, "It is the dream of our Klee people to restore the glory of our ancestors, and I believe that every descendant of the great god will dedicate himself to this ideal......"

Kriai shook his head, interrupted Chief Abdul, and retorted, "Chief Abdul, maybe you should reconsider. In the past 200 years, although our people have been divided into hundreds of tribes, we don't have to worry about survival at all, as long as we work hard, we will naturally have fatty mutton. You don't have to move every day to escape the orcs like your ancestors did. ”

Chief Abdul said, "Kriai, my child, do you think we shouldn't build our own country?"

"We have not built our own country for the sake of a happy and safe life for our people, and now that we have done this, why bother? Not far from here is the Thor Fortress, and if something unpleasant happens, it might give those savage orcs a chance. ”

Chief Abdul looked at Kriai and then at the other people in the tent, and still whispered, "Who else has the same opinion as Kriai?"

Several people dressed in gray and white hesitated for a moment and did not speak.

"Good. Chief Abdul smiled, "It seems that my child is more naughty with you alone, and I think that perhaps our great god needs you to serve him." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Kairimu stood up, and a white light appeared from Kailimu's waist, flashing quickly on Kriai's neck.

Kriai looked at Chief Abdul in bewilderment, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything. Crière touched his neck with his hand, and his bare head fell to the ground behind him. The last thought in Crière's heart flashed: "I know the back of that person so well, who is it?"

Seeing Kairim kill the Kriai patriarch, chaos suddenly engulfed throughout the tent.

Chief Abdul coughed lightly, and everyone immediately quieted down and sat down in their seats.

Chief Abdul said with a little sadness: "The chief of Kriai has been summoned by our great god to return to his side to serve. I think now we can make a decision, right? If there are any people who disagree with the return of our Clay people, please raise your hand. ”

There was silence in the tent, and everyone tried to lower their bodies and heads for fear that Sheikh Abdul would disagree and lead to death.

"Very well, since there is no objection from everyone, let's do it. Creay's tribe, I'll arrange for someone to take care of them. Chief Abdul waved his hand, and everyone was relieved, and they quickly stood up and rushed out.

Although Sheikh Abdul did not say it explicitly, everyone in the tent knew that Sheikh Abdul's words revealed an incomparable smell of blood. What kind of care, I'm afraid that the slightest disobedience will be summoned by the great god immediately, right?

Chief Abdul clapped his hands, and two stooping manservants walked in from outside the tent, and they quickly cleaned up Kriai's body.

Chief Abdul said to himself, "O Kriai, the rise of an empire is accompanied by blood. Go with confidence, your name will be the first member of my Clay Empire to die for the honor of the Great God. Kairim. ”

"In. ”

"You are my confidant. This time, I'm going to send you to the Athletic Royale tournament. You have to keep in mind that it doesn't matter whether you win the championship or not, the key is to find out the true power of the empire, and try to have a good relationship with other forces so that it can be used by us in the future. Got it?"

"Understood, my chieftain. Kairim said respectfully.

"Chief Abdul, I'm going to the athletic tournament too!" a female voice rang out outside the tent.

"Hahahaha," Chief Abdul laughed, "Is it Rukhani? ”

The curtain of the tent door was lifted, and a young girl full of youthful air walked in, followed closely by Rugman.

Chief Abdul smiled and said, "Rukani, did you listen to your brother?"

Rukani said, "Chief Abdul, I don't care, I'm going anyway." ”

Chief Abdul pointed to Kairim, who was standing beside him, and said, "I can't be the master, he will lead the team in this competition, and he will naturally choose the team members." ”

Rukani's face showed a hint of ruddy, and she said to Kairim embarrassedly, "Brother Kailim, let me go too." ”

Khairim looked at Chief Abdul, who had a kind smile on his face, as if he were just a respectable old man. Kairim nodded and said, "This time to participate in the competitive competition, you are also indispensable, as well as your brother Rugman. ”

Rugman asked, "Brother Kairim, who else?"

Kairim smiled and said, "I know your thoughts, several of your good friends Nurman and Hussein are very good, you will tell them later, we will leave tomorrow." ”

Rukani said happily, "Great, I can go out on an adventure with Brother Kairim again." Ciudad Fernando, we're coming!"