It wasn't until the silver moon hung high in the sky that the warrior leader of the Black Lizard tribe woke up from his slumber, staring straight at the filthy tent top, and after a long time, let out a long sigh.

Homer's body was not seriously injured, and he was bandaged and properly treated by a shaman, and when he woke up, he was able to walk hobbly with a cane. But the mental wound is not so easy to heal, as soon as he thinks that he was defeated by a group of hairless babies, he can't help but heat his cheeks, and always feels that there are countless disdainful eyes in the dark corners, stabbing himself with thousands of holes all over his body.

Resisting the tingling sensation, Homer stepped out of the herb-scented tent, leaned on crutches, and limped to the shores of Lake Manton. This lake is the source of life for the Black Lizard tribe, and every member of the tribe is grateful for the lake's blessings, and most of them choose to pour out their troubles to the lake whenever they encounter an insoluble puzzle.

Arriving at the shore of Lake Menton at night, looking at the undulating surface of the water, which rose slightly in the moonlight, Homer finally felt the bitterness and boredom that had lingered in his heart fade slightly, and he took a few random steps, found a weathered rock half-submerged in the water, and sat down with his wounded leg in tow.

"It's a shame...... "The samurai leader muttered as low as a whisper, and every word seemed to be soaked in bitterness, "I was beaten like this by a group of babies, what prestige do I have...... It's better to die in battle!"

"Brother Homer, did just a single defeat break your spine?" Some familiar voice came from behind him, and suddenly Homer turned his head, his eyes burning with terrifying anger and then dimming.

"You're coming to see my jokes?" said Don Homer, in a hoarse voice, "Merlin Avery...... After you win the Clan Alliance's competitive championship and win the Beast King Banner, laugh at me again!"

"It was we who won the championship, Brother Homer. Merlin Avery, who was dressed lightly, walked over and jumped onto the same weathered rock, "I just went to talk to Brother Kenobi, and I was lucky enough to get his approval, and now...... It's your turn. ”

With this, Avery handed over a jar of clay wine—unsurprisingly rejected by Homer. "Kenobi's soft bones are willing to surrender at your feet, but I don't!" said the samurai leader in a gruff refusal, "I only serve harder fists, not a bunch of dough men in iron clothes who fight!"

"That's what you really think?" Avery smiled dumbly, gently patting the mud seal at the mouth of the altar, and the intoxicating mellow aroma of wine suddenly escaped, "Brother Homer, only muscles and bones are strength? That's the logic of the beast!"

Homer sniffled uncontrollably and glared viciously at Avery - or the jar in his hand, "What's wrong with the logic of the beast? ”

"There's nothing wrong with that, it's just that you can't win. A sincere smile appeared on Avery's face, and he once again handed the jar to Homer—again rejected, but not as decisively as before.

"Brother Homer, I have fought with the great wizard Tenadir and the army of Arahan the Conqueror, and at the most critical juncture of the battle of Coventry, I led my followers to charge the city and withstood the onslaught of hundreds of barbarian warriors. Although I am not a warrior and have not cut off a head or two with my own hands, at least a third of the barbarian warriors who were slashed and killed were killed because of me, do you admit it?"

Don Homer thought for a moment, "I admit, Avery, I admit that you are powerful. His tone was much more softened, for the shame in his heart had receded, and no matter how conceited he was, the warrior leader of the Black Lizard tribe was certainly nothing compared to the illustrious conqueror Arahan.

When Avery passed the jar for the third time, Homer took it with a little hesitation, and then brought it to his lips and took a big sip. The wine was so strong that it poured into his lungs like a line of fire, and it made Homer's eyes light up at once.

"Good wine!" said Homer, "it's so much better than the red sweet water that the girls chirped the other day!"

"Of course, it's a good wine, it's the champion wine that the Jianbu tribe has treasured for hundreds of years. Only true warriors who have won the Tribal League will be eligible to enjoy it to the fullest. Avery spouted his nonsense, boasting about the high-purity alcohol he had distilled through alchemy. "Brother Homer, would you like to have a good drink?"

"Well, champion!" said Homer, taking another sip and shaking the much lighter jar, "that's not enough, Avery...... Brother, can you get more?"

"Of course you can, but I need your help. Avery smiled slyly, "You can't drink a 100-year-old wine, but you still have a chance to get a special one this year." ”

Homer was stunned for a moment, and his alcohol-heated head sobered up slightly, "You mean...... Uh, Brother Avery Eyward, are you saying that at the Tribal Alliance, you are sure that you will take the Beast King's Banner?"

"I'm sure there is, Brother Homer, and it's going to be even bigger when you join. Avery said as he turned around and pointed in the direction behind Homer, "Look at this, the steel suit I prepared for you has specially added elastic connections between the various parts of the armor......

Homer didn't pay any attention to Avery explaining, and the moment he turned his head, he was conquered by the full-body armor that was placed on the shore of the lake. It was a new suit of armor specially made for the burly body of a barbarian warrior, with no ornamentation on the outside, just gray steel plates, filled with some kind of elastic fabric between the steel plates, so that it could accommodate the sudden expansion of Homer's body.

On the left side of the armor was a set of throwing axes, black steel blades like crescent moons, sharp enough to cut through the skin with a slight touch, and Homer brushed his fingers next to the axe blades, and then looked at the fingers that were slowly dripping with blood, and laughed a little maniacally.

"This is a very good gift! Brother Avery, I really shouldn't have accepted your jousting challenge. I'm stupid, how could someone who could make such an armor make a low-level mistake? That challenge is a trap, isn't it?"

"There's no way, I really can't compete with you, Brother Homer. Avery jumped off the rock, walked over to the armor that seemed to exude cold in the moonlight, and patted the cold steel plate with his hand. "That double-edged battle axe of yours is an ancestral totemic weapon, so powerful and very compatible with you, I couldn't find a better replacement. But for the rest of the equipment, from boots to helmets, belts and linings, I've got you covered with a whole set of alchemy items. How about the rebuilding of the team, do you want to be my striker?"

"Of course! a fool would refuse!" said Homer, laughing, as he stood up, leaning on his cane in one hand, and bowed his head deeply towards Merlin Avery. "I, Don Homer, the warrior leader of the Black Lizard tribe, swear in the name of God the Father to fight for Merlin Avery until the blood is drained, or the Beast King's banner is taken!" )