The barbarians achieved the greatest shame in the history of the barbarians, because it was the Great Elder who was born to other races. Not only was he not welcomed, but he also led the prestige of his father in the barbarian tribe to decline rapidly, and he soon departed from morality, and for a time there were strange voices in the barbarian tribe one after another.

And at that time, the Eight Great Elders were also secretly planning something that they thought would be beneficial to the barbarians, and it was this incident that almost caused the barbarians to fall apart.

It was more than a hundred years after the Great War of the Demon Capital, and Manda was only thirty years old at that time, and in the eyes of the barbarians, he was an ignorant child, but he had to endure strange eyes from his compatriots.

That year, the two major factions within the barbarian clan were arguing endlessly, but the great elder of the barbarian clan protected his only son Manda to the death, and became the third faction of the barbarian force, but he was weak and pitiful.

The Eight Great Elders were divided into two factions, on the one hand, they openly resisted the Protector Sect led by the Great Elder, and on the other hand, they secretly began to win over the hearts and minds of the ignorant masses of the barbarians, and in the end, Manda's father really became a loner, and no one supported his approach.

Ever since it was discovered that the children born of those different races had great drawbacks, both men and women who had intermarried with the barbarians were sent back to the south of the gale, and could no longer set foot on barbarian territory.

Manda's mother was also among them, and the offspring they gave birth to were also taken out of the barbarians, but Manda was forcibly left by his great elder father.

Manda's father also wanted to forcibly keep Manda's mother by his side, but he couldn't bear the pressure of the entire barbarian, so he could only tearfully send Manda's mother away.

At that time, Manda was only ten years old, and since then, Manda has never seen his mother again, and until now, he can't remember his mother's appearance clearly in his mind.

That is, when Manda was thirty years old, Manda's mother died of depression, and the news of her death reached Manda's ears, and Manda felt heartache for the first time, unspeakable pain.

That year, Manda's father had gray hair and was much older, and that year, the Eight Elders united with all the tribes of the barbarian tribe to force Manda's father to make the final disposition of Manda.

When Elder Manda said this, his expression was gloomy, and he refilled Yang Luochen with a cup of bitter soul tea, Yang Luochen didn't know how to comfort Elder Manda, so he could only ask: "Great Elder, what happened to the barbarians that year?"

Elder Manda sighed, a huge amount of soul power poured out, and some pictures suddenly appeared in the teacup in Yang Luochen's hand.

I saw the back of a barbarian warrior appear in the teacup, kneeling on one knee, wearing animal skin clothes, snow-white hair, and his right hand tightly blocked his chest, as if guarding something.

As soon as the picture turned, Yang Luochen saw the appearance of this person clearly, the outline of his face was clear, and he didn't look old, but the white hair on his head looked a little old.

He was holding a child tightly in his arms, the child's appearance was a bit like Elder Manda, but this child had black hair, no different from the child on the south side of the wind, if there was a difference, it was the child's eyes.

It is difficult for Yang Luochen to imagine how much hatred there is in a child's heart to have such eyes, which are indifferent and ruthless eyes.

Suddenly, the picture turned again, and the field of vision expanded a lot, thousands of barbarian people were surrounding the barbarian white-haired warriors holding children, among those people, some were unbearable, some were angry, some were ridiculed, some were vicious, and they were full of all kinds of expressions.

Manda took a sip of tea and said slowly: "That year, all the barbarians forced my father to hand me over, and they surprisingly reached an agreement, that is, to kill me and completely eliminate the last shame of my barbarians."

Yang Luochen then looked at the picture, thousands of barbarian people continued to slowly approach the middle, and suddenly the white-haired barbarian warrior, that is, the father of the barbarian, the great elder at that time stood up and roared in the sky.

Yang Luochen couldn't hear anything inside, but judging from the shape of his mouth, it seemed that Manda's father was shouting: "Don't force me"

After this roar, Manda's father's body was changing rapidly, growing and growing, and soon grew into more than twenty battles in size, overlooking the barbarian people at his feet, like a child.

Manda explained: "This is one of the secret techniques of the Barbarian Great Elder's Guild, the Barbarian Giant Spirit God, the person with the bloodline of the Barbarian God and the secret technique of the Great Elder can become a Barbarian Giant Spirit, and you have seen the stone before."

Yang Luochen nodded and then looked at the picture inside the teacup, Manda's father did not attack after becoming twenty battles, just stood there quietly, and those barbarians were also discouraged.

Yang Luochen saw the unbearableness, helplessness and grief on Manda's father's face, while the young Manda's face was still angry and hateful, standing on his father's shoulder, looking down at his feet like a king.

"I am a barbarian who voluntarily relinquished the position of the Great Elder, took my son to leave the barbarians, and never set foot on the territory of the barbarians, let us leave. ”

On the other hand, Manda suddenly spoke, two tears also fell on the ground, took a sip of tea, Manda continued: "This is what my father said at that time, and the old man will never forget it"

Yang Luochen glanced at Elder Manda, and then at the picture, the giant inside did open his mouth and shouted, with infinite inseparability and helplessness on his face.

But the barbarian people in the picture did not leave, but slowly approached the feet of the giants under the leadership of eight barbarian warriors.

I saw the giant's right foot raised, stepping on the ice hard, for a while the ice cracked, one after another, thousands of barbarians suddenly turned on their backs and fell to the ground, even the eight barbarians who took the lead.

But instead of retreating, the barbarians took out their respective weapons and bows and arrows, and under the leadership of eight barbarian warriors, they launched an attack on the giants.

The giant only protected the barbarian in the palm of his hand, and did not launch a counterattack, allowing those barbarians to leave all kinds of scars on their bodies, feather arrows continued to insert into their backs, and blood sprinkled on the barbarian land like rain, staining the ice red.

Manda was crying in the palm of the giant's hand, his eyes were red, and his hatred and indifference were even more obvious, but the giant looked at Manda in the palm of his hand, his eyes were full of infinite tenderness, love and apology, and there was no resentment.

Suddenly, the barbarians in the palm of the giant's hand roared, and the faces of all the barbarians present changed dramatically, their bodies began to tremble, and some even knelt on the ground, Yang Luochen could feel the fear of those people through the picture.

"This is one of the Great Elder's secret techniques, the barbarian god roars, it has the effect of shocking the divine sense, and it requires strong spiritual power," Manda said slowly.

In the picture, although some people were surprised, they didn't bow down, as if they were thinking about something, and Manda roared and lay directly in the giant's hand, as if he had exhausted all his strength.

At this time, there was infinite relief in the giant's eyes, as if he had received the honor he had always wanted, and the recognition he had always wanted.

The giant lifted Manda high and knelt on his knees, as if to show the heavens, to Manda's mother, to all the barbarians, this is the pride of his life.

Most of the barbarian people below also knelt down, very religious, and the eight barbarian warriors led by them glanced at each other, as if they had discussed, and the bodies of the eight people were also growing rapidly, and they rose to more than ten zhang at once.

Although it is not as huge as Manda's father Manchong, it is also a big giant, and the eight of them invariably come towards the siege of Manchong.

Yang Luochen exclaimed unconsciously: "It's not good, these eight people are going to kill your father"

As soon as Yang Luochen's words fell, the eight people had already bumped into Manchong's huge body and stepped on it, Manda was protected by his father, Elder Manchong, in his arms, for fear that the eight people would hurt Manda.

The faces of these eight people were distorted, punching and kicking at Manchong, and some even pulled out the feather arrows on Manchong's body and kept stabbing at Manchong's body.

Yang Luochen couldn't stand it anymore, and shouted angrily: "Stop, stop." Why not resist, why not stand up and rebel"

Elder Manda sighed and said, "After my mother died, my father's heart was already dead, and he discovered all the abilities of the Barbarian Great Elder that I possessed, and he had no faith in living. He took me for the hope of the barbarians."

In the picture inside the teacup, Manchong was already covered in bruises, and his body was rapidly shrinking, and soon changed back to its original size, but Manda was still protected by him in his arms.

The eight barbarian warriors also changed back to their original size, surrounding the barbarian body, as if they were saying something, Yang Luochen couldn't hear it at all, but he also guessed a few points.

Manchong shook his head with the last of his strength, and the eight people once again carried out a brutal and inhumane siege on Manchong, until Manchong did not move at all, and then they stopped.

However, in this process, no one from the other barbarians stepped forward to stop them, and although there was some unbearability and anger on their faces, none of them came out to stop them.

Yang Luochen was suddenly extremely angry in his heart, and asked Elder Manda, "Why didn't the rest of the barbarians step forward to stop it, couldn't so many people stop those eight people?"

Manda replied: "Those eight people are the eight elders at that time, the Great Elder is in charge of the eight elders, and the eight elders are in charge of their respective tribes, this is the way the barbarians have always been in charge, and those people will only listen to the orders of their leaders"

As soon as he heard this, Yang Luochen couldn't help but scold: "This kind of management model is really low-level, could it be that the position of the Great Elder is just the spokesperson of the barbarian god in your barbarian clan?

Elder Manda looked at Yang Luochen's resentful appearance, smiled slightly, and returned: "Who said it wasn't, but the barbarian clan has never had the Eight Great Elders disobey the Great Elder, and that is the first time, and I'm afraid it won't be the last."

The resentment in Yang Luochen's heart has calmed down a lot, after all, what he sees is the past, and no matter how resentment he is, it has passed, and nothing can be changed.

Yang Luochen then looked at the picture inside the tea, the great elder of Manchong didn't know whether he was alive or dead, his whole body curled up, and he was desperately protecting Manda in his arms.

The madness on the faces of the eight elders did not disappear until now, and they gradually became a little unbearable, and one of them said a few words directly to the others, and the slightest trace of unbearableness also disappeared.

The eight people directly lifted Manchong's body, and the Manda in his arms also fell down and fell on the ice covered with blood.

Maybe it was the cold of the ice, maybe it was the warmth of the blood, but the man who fell to the ground slowly opened his eyes, but saw that the eight people were lifting his father's body, and anger and hatred welled up in his heart.

Manda suddenly fainted, his weak body was paralyzed in a pool of blood, but the faces of the eight Zhang Lai changed drastically, because Manchong, who had already been in turmoil, suddenly choked the neck of one of the elders.

The elder's face turned red, and the other eight people hurriedly pulled Man Chong away, only to see that Man Chong's body covered in blood began to change, and the golden light wrapped him, which was constantly expanding, breaking free from the shackles of the eight elders.

The faces of the eight elders changed drastically, and they hurriedly asked the surrounding barbarians to retreat, and the eight of them also fled quickly in all directions.

The body of the barbarian elder wrapped in golden light was still expanding, and it had reached twenty battles, the same size as the original female barbarian giant spirit, and his whole body was wrapped in golden light, like a giant made of gold, and even his face was golden.

Yang Luochen didn't know how to describe the picture he saw when he saw this, it can be said to be shocking, mysterious, and a little familiar, it seems that he has seen it somewhere, but he can't remember it.

At this time, a little light suddenly lit up on the ground, and then quickly flew to the center of the eyebrows of the brute giant, Yang Luochen saw clearly what that bit of light was, it was actually covered in blood, his eyes were closed, and he was expressionless.