"Power and glory!Blood and thunder!Victory or death for the sake of the tribe!--lok'tar_ogar!!!"

Cybertron shouted a battle cry in the lingua franca, which was a pre-war declaration - of course, this was not the habit of the Bourkesso, this was the habit of Cybertron. Specially designed to hold 13.

I've been planning to use it since I arrived in the other world.,As a result, where is my mother.,It's been flown by PAI before I finish speaking.。 Where do you use your own father? My own father does not respect intellectual property rights at all, and he has a legacy of being a child, and he will shout this slogan again before every duel with others. His dad said it was handsome, so he shouted it again in Bourkeso, and it felt better.

As a result, this slogan became famous as his father swept through the island of Elland.

"It seems...... Is it really a Bourkeso? If it's not for this height...... And this look......" Old Sam was amazed and said to Marand on the side, "Is this a genetic mutation? Remember the last time we saw the Bourkeso?"

"Well, remember, he's been a human hybrid for three generations, and he can still reach two meters tall, and he insists that he's a Bourkeso. That's why the wages are more than twice as high as mine!--I have never heard of such a shocking slogan shouted by the people of Bourkeso......? He's got it!"

Cybertron picked up two two-handed giant swords and charged forward, directly hitting the enemy in front of him head-on with his seemingly thin body, and the fast footwork of the express delivery was really rare, and a stunned kung fu passed through a distance of more than ten meters, and slammed into Sekedang's lucky spearman like an explosion. Before the other party was knocked into a daze, when he reacted, a sword slashed down-

With a "click", the body of the gun was cut in two.

Sekedang, on the other hand, remained in a two-handed position - he didn't react at all.

"-Are you still fighting?" the giant sword struck lightly across the opponent's neck. If you move slightly, you will be cut into two pieces with the upper body on your head.

Thinking that there could be some earth-shattering bloodfight, Cybertron pursed his lips and seemed to be very bored: "It's better than the three-year-old child in our tribe - by the way, why continue? According to our custom, we will inform each other of the names of our fathers, and if we lose, we will kill them, otherwise I will be sorry for the souls of our ancestors......"

"Don't, don't, don't! I believe in the Light, not in the ancestors. Although he was insulted, Sekedang felt that his two legs were weak at that time, but Cybertron's 200-pound long sword was across his neck, and the cold air was so close that he observed how huge and terrifying Cybertron's two-handed giant sword was: "It's not a capital offense for us to tell each other the names of our fathers here, let's stop at the point, stop at the point-"

The battle ended lightning fast.

"Hmm...... Is it?" Cybertron was suspicious for a moment, and when Seck was careful to raise his throat, he finally put away his long sword, "Ahaha, then I won?—Bourkeso gave me divine powers, and the ancestors smiled at me! I won another victory...... But alas, I don't have a head to dedicate to the ancestors—"

Let's try to say as much blood as possible.

Sekdang was on the verge of crying - he had really run into a brute!

Barbarian!

"Okay, okay, I can see it...... Not ordinary people. Regardless of whether it is or not, let's call it that way, anyway, no one has gone to the Bourkeso tribe to get it certified, and it is estimated that no one will dare to get it certified. Uncle Sam was now smiling so hard that he could bite it: "I'm going to report it to the top -- our family has recruited a Bourkeso -- oh I'm going!

"I recommend it!" Marand was immediately upset - "You have to count me, or I'll tear you down!"

"It's easy to say, it's both of us - you can't report it without me anyway. "Half of the meeting, the naked power-for-money transaction is also a scene in this era. You didn't discuss it, but Sam smiled from ear to ear: "Let's go have a drink first--take this kid with you!Where is this sissy? It's clearly a berserker!--can you give him a shirt to wear? I feel like I'......m like a barbarian slave behind me."

"They're like this, bare-chested, don't you forget, don't you seem to be afraid of freezing......"

"Oh, that's true. Forget it, respect other people's national customs—"

――Since ancient times, the spearman is luckyE-

If you are unfamiliar with life and go to a strange place, it is inevitable that you will be tricked to pay tuition. Unless your IQ has already killed Zhuge and forced Kong Ming to death, it is better to settle down at the intersection [tuition].

But the question is how long you have to pay the tuition fees, and how long the people around you want to fool themselves.

Cybertron's long-term goal is slim, if it is the same as the countless traversals. Then you must become a king and a tyrant, and three thousand concubines are not considered to be married. Back then, I saw a saying: gold bricks are used to build dog kennels, and dollars are used as firewood. Mercedes-Benz BMW sent servants, one person drove one by one to play. But there is such a thing as slaying dragons and killing gods...... His ancestor, the Immortal King, has already done it, and he hasn't heard of how good it is, isn't it still a damned death, a deserved death? A thousand years later, who remembers whom?

But his immediate goals are clear:

Hide, don't let the ruthless people in your hometown find out! Otherwise, you will hack everyone's weapons, everyone's equipment, and everyone's gold. Especially his mother will definitely not let go of herself, and the female barbarian wife who has never met is probably not going to let go of herself.

With a backer in the civilized world, even the Bourkeso people would definitely not come to Fan Wei so lightly...... Right?

It's so miserable, I don't dare to do this.

So he hid in the gathering place of the chicken workers, and Cybertron did not go out for a long time. Single-mindedly being an otaku, he means that it is best to survive three months, because he knows that although the people of Bourkeso are strong, they are very energetic, and there are few spirits who can last more than three months - of course, I heard that grandpa was full of people who hunted down and killed enemies. From the island of Elland to British, and then across the sea to the Franks. The decisive battle was fought in the Teutonic Forest, where hundreds of werewolves were fought and tortured, and they were chased all the way across the Yapingning Peninsula and crossed the sea to the North Philippines. Broke into the tomb, beheaded countless zombies and ghosts, lasted 20 years, and finally chopped the last 80-year-old father of the enemy's family into meat sauce, completely destroying the whole house.

...... Whenever he thought of what the people of Bourkeso had done, Cybertron shuddered incessantly—is there anything more difficult in the world than his own family? Alas, every family has a scripture that is difficult to read.

To celebrate Cybertron's accession, and of course, to take advantage of Cybertron's capabilities. Old Sam pulls him, and he pulls Marand reluctantly - why is he pulling Marand reluctantly? Because Uncle Sam's responsibility is to recommend capable fighters upwards, which is a bit in conflict with Marland's current status (recommending Cybertron). In other words, it is a conflict of interests. The subtext of both Marand and Sam is simple: the person is already in his own hands, so why should the credit for the recommendation be given to others?

"Yo-Cybertron, welcome to the House of Francis. Here, you will feel the warmth and care of home. Our patriarchs are all good people who really like warriors......"

The small welcome banquet was held in the family warrior guild, and it was very simple. I ordered a barrel of beer from outside, and ordered some meat and side dishes. Later Cybertron learned that it was deducted from his money.

"Oh, thanks. ”

"Hmm...... It seems that as a barbarian, you don't have a lot of words, so I'll get straight to the point. "Looking at Cybertron's stunned appearance, although his appearance is very delicate, but his expression is too dull - this is better, Sam said that this kind of low-IQ soldier is not how he wants to pinch it......?" From Ellan?"

"Yes, my hometown is the Black Forest of Ellan. ”

"So, what are you coming from Ellan for?—there must be a desire and a desire to leave your homeland and travel the lands?" said Marland, who immediately took a glass of ale.

How much is cheaper first.

Cybertron looked at the people present, either bowing their heads to eat and drink, or looking at himself with bright eyes, as if they were looking at some fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered. I snorted in my heart, and said in my heart that of course I can't tell you that you have escaped from marriage. So he made up a nonsense, and with the temperament of a barbarian, he patted his chest and shook the sky: "I'm fighting for it." ”

Well, what's next......

"Oh?" is a very incomprehensible answer, some people are for fame, some are for profit, some are for gold, and some are for women. The second generation of officials couldn't stand it, so they came out with a sword to rob the house, and the hungry family really couldn't stay anymore and had the strength to do it, so they came out to be the city manager. This kind of person is more common - but what does Cybertron mean when he comes up and says he came for a fight?

"That's right, for a fight!" well, how do you make it up...... "For a battle that will allow me to die without regrets! As a Burkeso, I am not satisfied with fighting within the tribe, I want to see what other people are like fighting in other corners of the world! The werewolves, minotaurs, orcs, bears, and the like near the tribe are already bored. So I'm looking for a ...... I am a warrior, pure blood! Infused with the blood of the greatest chieftain in history, the Immortal King, we deserve to die on the battlefield with blood!-"

It could not be said that he was running away from marriage, but Cybertron, with a sissy face, brandished two two-handed swords of four hundred pounds in his two hands, and made a terrifying declaration with almost blood on every word—no one present could eat or drink. I always feel ...... I don't want to have much to do with this brute......

Where is this barbarian?

You're clearly a madman!

"So, I said I'm here for a fight that will make me die a deserved to—"

“...... Okay, okay, good ......" praised a few good words, but I felt the sweat on my forehead start to tick. I guess it's because the cyber around him dances like an electric fan with such a heavy sword. Uncle Sam said embarrassedly, "Cybertron, you are really a descendant of a great warrior—"

What do you say to this guy who was going to die in the first place?

"Then you've come to the right place, we seem to have endless battles here - because we have wars here. Sam, like everyone else, leaned away from Cybertron, "But I want to ask you: Can you put down that pair of weapons in your hand?"

“...... Shouldn't you drink while wielding a weapon when you drink?--tsk, you civilized people are really hypocritical. Cybertron seemed very unhappy, but in fact he already felt that he was pretending to be a brute enough - at least it would be better to make the people around him think that he was a good deceit.

Several mercenaries present, plus Marand and Sam, complained in their hearts: You barbarians are unreasonable, right?

"Come, drink this cup full!" After holding it in his hand for a long time, seeing that everyone else had drunk it, he finally decided that there was no poison or anything like that. Cybertron began to drink as well.

The more you drink, the thicker the money. This sentence is really true, at least a few glasses of wine, and everyone's topic will be discussed.

"Don't worry, come and tell me anything in the future-" It seems that leaders who have drunk too much in ancient and modern times, both in China and abroad, are willing to say this: "It is not a matter if the matter is put here for me, and whoever wants to find trouble with you is looking for trouble with me." Report your Uncle Sam's name, don't dare to say anything else, there is no one in the north of the city who doesn't give me three points of face-"

Hearty, passionate and generous - as if it were true, when the wine was drunk to this extent, he already believed himself, and no one took him seriously except this door.

"Cybertron, I listen to you before the duel...... I'm sorry, we don't know much about the Bulkesos, and if something is offended, I hope you don't blame it too much. Wiping his mouth, Marand asked curiously, "What did you shout before the duel?"

"The battle cry of the Burkeso people before the duel or before the battle, passed down from ancient times to the present day. Cybertron also unceremoniously said nonsense: "What we believe in the most - power and glory, blood and thunder, for the sake of the tribe, victory or death...... Hahahaha, victory, or death! In front of the people of Bourkeso, there is no third option!"

...... Done!

I started to lose my mouth again.

Cybertron himself is about to believe it - every time it comes to this, Cybertron can't help but remind himself that he is a traverser, not a pure barbarian. It's a pity that every time this kind of hormonal boosting words comes out, even if he knows that he is lying! But he is really a pure barbarian!

This adrenaline-pumping word always makes his blood boil. Even if it's fake, you can be excited for a long time-

“...... Well. Old Sam's face straightened, for he noticed that Cybertron had drunk almost ten glasses of a liter of beer. According to the amount of ordinary people, this time should be the time to start spitting the truth after drinking - not to mention spitting the truth after drinking, this amount of alcohol should already be enough to call Dad.

What's more, this brute doesn't seem to have any scheming - blind and scheming.

"So...... The patriarch is missing a guard. The other party looked at Cybertron's appearance and said, "It seems that you are a person who uses your life to protect glory, do you want to try it?"

"When the guards did not fight. Cybertron immediately refused: "I'm not here to be a cat—"

I always felt a sense of foreboding, such a conspicuous position. When they asked if there were any Bourquets in the city, they immediately replied, "Yes, there are people with the patriarch of the House of Francis."

Wouldn't that solve the case?

"I'm going out to fight!--I heard that the last thing you need here is fighting?

To put it bluntly, it is far from the most glorious place, at least not recently!