The real battlefield of the Hundred Clans was very different from Fang Yun's imagination.

There are no tall castles, no floating fairy mountains, and no sea of clouds with thousands of weather.

Some are just rudimentary to primitive makeshift camps.

A sunny and snowy winter, covered with heavy snow, the whole camp is covered with blue snow.

The sparsely scattered wooden houses, covered by snow, seem to be in danger of being crushed at any moment.

Not only Fang Yun was a little dumbfounded, but his companions were also stunned.

Lao Hei couldn't help but sigh: "What kind of place is this where birds don't, what about the tavern?

The barbarians used their flying ships to shuttle through the void and send over ten new Hundred Tribes battlefield warriors.

That's called a cautious thing.

It turned out to be sent from the metropolis to the backwoods!

This is the battlefield of the hundred tribes, and it is truly disappointing.

Not far from Fang Yun, there were several tall and burly strong monks with brute lines on their faces.

This was Fang Yun's new companion, a true peerless genius from other barbarian sects.

At this time, they didn't get too close to the Storm Clan, instead, they showed many disgusted expressions on their faces.

It's like looking at a hillbilly.

These monks are all from the Barbarian Super Sect, and they have long understood the situation of the Hundred Clans Battlefield, so they are not surprised at this time.

Only these curious babies of the Royal Beast Sect would make such a fuss.

The current team is no longer called the Storm Clan, and the Barbarian God himself named it the "Great Barbarian Clan." ”

Simple and easy to understand, it directly indicates that this is a barbarian monk.

Before entering the Hundred Clans Battlefield, each member of the clan was given a special identity nameplate, on which their identity information was accurately recorded.

The barbarians sent their disciples into the battlefield, quite cautiously.

What happens to the disciples after they enter, they don't care.

The battlefield of the hundred tribes is not the private property of the barbarians, and the barbarians have no control over how it develops.

Among the Great Barbarian Clans, except for the five Storm Clan Monks, the other five were from the top three teams that were suppressed by the Storm Clan.

These five people belong to three different sects, but they all know each other.

They are all monks from the big barbarian sects, and they have communication with each other, but they are no better than small nouveau riche who suddenly appeared like the Storm Clan.

On the way to the Hundred Tribes Battlefield, the entire Barbarian Clans were actually divided into two camps.

The members of the Storm Clan, led by Fang Yun and Storm Tiger, did not take the initiative to talk to the geniuses of those major sects.

Several genius disciples of the Barbarian God Sect, the Boundless Sect, and the Iron Blood Banner were actually not convinced by the Storm Clans at all in their hearts.

The appearance of the Storm Clan, their clan was suppressed, and the number of places to enter the Hundred Clans Battlefield was restricted, and they were already unhappy in their hearts, and naturally they were not in the mood to communicate with the Storm Clan, just to get to know each other, and then they went to practice separately.

Now, when it comes to the battlefield of the Hundred Clans, the performance of the Storm Clan's buns also makes them quite speechless.

Shame and company!

Glancing at each other, Barbarian Baizhan whispered: "Let's go, ignore them......"

The geniuses of the three major sects, led by the Barbarian God Sect's Barbarian Hundred Battles, did not greet the monks of the Storm Clan, and had already held their heads high and walked into a small wooden house.

As soon as I walked nearby, the door of the wooden house creaked open, and then a loud voice rang out: "Oh, guess who I saw......?

Fang Yun looked at it and suddenly saw a dwarf standing at the door who was less than one meter four tall and only a little taller than the knees of the barbarian hundred battles, holding a small plate axe in his right hand and a large wine jug in his left hand, standing there, burping wine, blocking the way of the barbarian hundred battles.

This is a warrior of the dwarves?

Fang Yun quickly made a judgment in his heart.

Although the barbarian Baizhan was arrogant, but when he first arrived, he was not familiar with the situation, so he still maintained enough politeness, bowed down and said: "Barbarian, barbarian Baizhan, senior brother, you are a dwarf Predator, right?"

The dwarf said with a big grin: "Long look up to a fart, it's useless for you to compliment me, if you enter this station, then you have to pay me a protection fee, it is said that your barbarian's dragon blood barbarian wine is quite good, give me a bottle or two to try!"

As soon as I arrived at the battlefield of the Hundred Tribes, I was actually stopped by someone to collect protection money!

The monks of the Storm Troopers were in a daze.

Fang Yun was thoughtful in his heart.

According to the classics, the battlefield of the hundred tribes, the mixed of the hundred tribes, the fish and the dragon, in the battlefield, any situation may be encountered, as a novice on the battlefield, it is not uncommon to be protected.

Ahead, the barbarian Baizhan was not in a hurry, and said in a deep voice: "Senior brother, I'm afraid you have misunderstood, the barbarians have never been in the habit of calling protection money, but there is a tomahawk." ”

As he spoke, with a bang, the man Baizhan had already clenched the battle axe in his hand, his eyes were shining at the dwarf, and his momentum soared.

The dwarf clapped his hands and shouted: "Brothers, these barbarians are really unconvinced, interesting, come out, move their hands and feet, educate them, and let them know what is the first rule of survival on the battlefield of the hundred tribes......"

With the sound of clapping, a group of monks sprang out from behind the little man.

On closer inspection, the composition of this group of monks is quite complicated, with dwarfs, elves, tree men, fish heads, and birdmen.

Without exception, these people all showed an incomparably fierce aura on their bodies, and the eyes staring at the Great Barbarian Clans were also full of scrutiny.

Fang Yun felt strange.

It stands to reason that there should be someone maintaining basic order in the garrison of the Hundred Tribes Battlefield, why is the management of this garrison so loose, and no one cares about the robbery team of this nature!

Barbarian Baizhan was holding a battle axe, and the momentum on his body was still unrevealed, and he said in a deep voice: "My brother is a thousand caracals, let him come out to pick me up." ”

The dwarf warrior was slightly stunned, and then laughed: "He said that he is the younger brother of the barbarian caracal, I am dizzy, I am so scared, the barbarian caracal, hahaha, scared me to death......"

Before the words fell, there was already a voice inside that said loudly: "Brother Tie, what's so funny? Huh? Brother, you are actually here, come on, let me introduce to you, this is Senior Brother Iron Hammer, a famous figure, Brother Tie, this is my own brother, a hundred battles, please take care of me." ”

The dwarf hammer was still in the way, still drinking: "Take care, that's a certainty, but, Xiaoman, you know my rules, there is no protection money, they don't want to enter our station today, I really want to know that third-rate warriors like them can last in the wild for a few days!"

Manqian nodded again and again: "Brother Tie, I understand the rules, naturally I won't make it difficult for you, give, this is a little bit of my filial piety to your eldest brother, please smile!"

Barbarian Baizhan is a real pride of the sky in the barbarian headquarters, and he has never suffered such a, seeing that his brother is really paying protection money, his eyes suddenly widened, and he shouted dissatisfiedly: "Brother......"

Iron Hammer took the storage bag handed over by the barbarian, took it in his hand, whistled, and his eyes fell on the body of the brute.

With one hand, the small plate axe fell towards the barbarian battle.

Barbarian Baizhan's eyes flickered, and he was about to shake the small plate axe away, when he suddenly found that no matter how he shot, he couldn't stop the small plate axe, and even, his whole body was actually suppressed, and he couldn't move in an instant.

The small plate axe was gently placed on the shoulder of the brute hundred battles, and the hammer said loudly with a smile: "Now, I will tell you the first iron law of the battlefield of the hundred tribes, learn to be a man with your tail between your legs, otherwise, you will die quickly." ”

Barbarian Baizhan instantly turned pale.

A dwarf who was only up to his knees, a small plate axe that was not as tall as him when lifted, actually pressed on his shoulder strangely, making him unable to move, the combat power of this dwarf is really terrifying.

Hammer said loudly with a smirk, "What?

Manqian immediately smiled on the side: "Brother Tie, how is it possible, he was frightened by your supernatural powers, absolutely and absolutely convinced, convinced to the home." ”

The hammer took his men and rode away.

The barbarian smiled and said to all the barbarian monks: "Brothers, welcome to the battlefield of the Hundred Clans, your arrival has brought fresh blood to our barbarians and brought new hope, come with me, I will take you to familiarize yourself with the camp." ”

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