Barbarian Throne

In the early morning of late autumn, Wildhammer Village was still as quiet as ever. Occasionally, the sound of women and children murmuring in their dreams could be heard from the tall stone houses, and smoke was already rising from the chimneys of several houses.

In the morning mist, several fat-headed and big-eared pig beasts were groaning and walking on the dirty and messy streets. One of the pig beasts took out a rotten cabbage from the corner of the wall. Just after taking two bites, a bull with an iron back suddenly appeared. He lowered his head and rushed over, knocked the pig beast away, and rolled the cabbage into his mouth with peace of mind.

At this moment, a loud roar suddenly came from the house next to him: "Aman, wake up!"

"I know." A slightly childish voice came. After a while, the door opened. A shirtless, yawning child of six or seven years old walked out of the house, stood in front of the door and stretched.

Although he is still young, this child has incredibly strong muscles. The eight muscles in his abdomen are clearly segmented. If he moves a little, fleshy lumps will appear on his arms.

A burly man appeared behind the child, kicked the child out, and cursed, "Why are you standing here? Why don't you go exercise?"

The burly man's strength was so great that he kicked the child away with one kick. The word "big" stuck to the opposite wall and slid down with a squeak. However, the child was not injured at all. He slowly got up, gave the burly man a blank look, and whispered softly: "Abba, if it were the world in my dream, you are a child abuser and will be shot!"

This child's name is De Biaoman Hammer, nicknamed Aman. The burly man is his father Rock Wildhammer, the head of Wildhammer Village and the first warrior of the Mengzhuan tribe. Manhammer Village is located in the Sunset Forest in the southern frontier of the Northern Zhou Empire. It belongs to the barbarians in the southern frontier. There are countless such small villages in the Sunset Forest.

When Aman was born, his mother died in childbirth, leaving father and son dependent on each other.

Rock Wildhammer had no intention of abusing children. He picked up two iron birch sticks as thick as duck eggs from the corner, threw one over and said, "Let's go to the square in the center of the village!"

The father and son walked towards the village square one after another. The square was empty, not a single soul. Rock Wildhammer shook his stick slightly and shouted: "Start!"

Without saying a word, Aman picked up the stick and hit it on his father's head. With a roar, the stick was blown up by a strong wind! Rock Wildhammer casually deflected the incoming stick, frowned and said: "No, the strength is too weak, come again!"

"You're still too young. How can you become an excellent hunter like this? Come again!"

"Aman, are you a girl? You have so little strength! Come again!"

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The sound of the father and son fighting could be heard in the square. Soon after, people in the village woke up one after another. The men came to the square with their children to start today's training. The square suddenly became lively. From time to time, children were beaten black and blue by adults and screamed miserably.

This is a unique way for the barbarians in southern Xinjiang to train the next generation. The forest outside the village is vast and full of all kinds of ferocious monsters. In order to survive in this harsh environment, the father trains his son to become the bravest warrior. It has become a tradition of southern Xinjiang people.

It is precisely because of this tradition that almost all people in southern Xinjiang are extremely powerful, brave and good at fighting, and even women can split tigers and leopards.

After training for more than an hour, the sun gradually rose and the sunlight shone through the woods outside the village. At this time, the training came to an end. Only the father and son of Rock Wildhammer were still shouting and fighting. After another half an hour, Rock Wildhammer stopped, nodded slightly and said: "That's it for today's training. I have to go out hunting, let's continue in the evening!"

Ah Man sat down and panted. His arms were almost swollen from fighting for such a long time. A group of children gathered around and said with envy: "Second, you are so powerful, you can last so long in the hands of I! I was beaten badly by my father!"

Second, is what these children call De Biao Manhammer. Barbarian people rarely have their own surnames, and often use the name of the village as their surname. Rock Wildhammer was the head of Wildhammer Village, so he was called Wildhammer I, and Aman naturally became Wildhammer II.

Aman once suffered from a serious illness when he was young and was in a coma for half a year. After recovering from the illness, he seemed much smarter than before. He even gave himself a strange surname, Zhang. But the children in the village still call him Er Er, not Zhang Debiao.

"Second, tell us about your dream!" A child raised his head and said expectantly: "Tell us about the big iron bird that can fly and the iron centipede that can run by itself in that dream!"

Aman, also known as Zhang Debiao, nodded slightly and began to talk about the world in his dream. This dream Zhang Debiao had was extremely weird. In the dream, he came to an incredible world. It was not a magical world, but there were flying iron birds in the sky, which people called airplanes, and iron centipedes that could run on the ground, which people called trains. There are also iron boats in the sea that can run on their own without rowing...

All kinds of incredible things, but they seemed so real that Zhang Debiao couldn't figure out whether they were dreams or not. And in that strange dream, he had another identity, his surname was Zhang, and he had amiable parents. In that dream, he went to school, learned some strange knowledge, and became a traditional Chinese medicine doctor after graduation.

Later, he married a wife and had children. Time passed and he finally lived in peace and died of old age. The moment he died in the dream, Zhang Debiao finally woke up and recovered from his illness, but everything that happened in the dream was still vivid in his mind, as if it really existed.

This incident confused him so much that he even went to consult the wizard and high priest of the Mengzhuan tribe. The people of southern Xinjiang have lived in the forest for a long time and are simple by nature. People outside the forest often laugh at them as uncivilized savages, saying that their heads are bigger than pigs and beasts, but their brains are not much bigger than pine nuts. If you open their brains, you will find A head full of muscles.

Although this is a bit exaggerated, based on Zhang Debiao's observations over the years, he has to admit with shame that the muscles of his father and uncles in the village have indeed grown into their brains. They are simple and violent, but there is not much brain matter.

However, the wizard high priests are recognized as smart people. They are also native barbarians, but in order to cure the illnesses of their tribesmen, they sacrifice their power to the goddess of life in exchange for the goddess's wisdom and healing magic.

However, even Meng Zhuan's wizard could not figure out whether Zhang Debiao's dream was a real world. The high priest had no choice but to say: "Child of Wildhammer, maybe when you were seriously ill, you were favored by the goddess of life, and your soul left your body and went to another world. Then, your dream is real. Come on, child , say with me: 'Praise the Goddess of Life'"

"Praise the Goddess of Life!"

Later, Zhang Debiao tried to use the medical knowledge he learned in his dream to treat the illnesses of his tribe with medicinal herbs, and almost killed the patient. Only then did he suddenly realize: "This old magician, the wizard, is deceiving me!"

Little Manzi secretly spat on the back of the wizard high priest, and drew countless circles to curse this old man who had deceived him.

Although they knew that the dream world was fake, the children in Wildhammer Village were still very curious and would pester him to ask questions when they were free.

"Second son, are those high-rise buildings in your dream as high as Tianmang City? I heard from my father that the tallest building in Tianmang City is more than 20 meters long!"

Zhang Debiao curled his lips: "These idiots really think that a twenty-meter-high building is considered high. The buildings I saw in my dream were even hundreds of meters high! What a pity..." The young man sighed and looked towards Yuanfang: "It's fake after all, even the knowledge I learned is fake..."

Is everything in the dream really fake?

Another early morning, Zhang Debiao was so tired that he couldn't breathe and collapsed on the ground. Rock Wild Hammer picked up the stick and started beating him. He said angrily: "Men, you should be tougher on yourself! Get up quickly and continue training!"

Zhang Debiao tried his best to get up and was about to continue training when he heard a voice laughing: "I, did you just say something wrong? Men should not be cruel to themselves, but should be cruel to others!"

Zhang Debiao looked back and saw a cripple leaning on a cane under a tree beside the square. There was a shocking scar on his face, from his left eye to the right side of his chin. Zhang Debiao knew this lame man. His name was Langtu Wildhammer. He once left Wildhammer Village and worked outside as a mercenary for several years. Later, he became disabled and then returned to the village to settle down.

Zhang Debiao has always thought that the lame man is a person with a story, especially the sentence "Be cruel to others" just now is even more memorable. However, people in the village did not like him because of his strange temper, so Zhang Debiao also No contact with him.

Rock Wildhammer frowned and said displeasedly: "Langtu, I am teaching my son a lesson, and you have no business to interrupt!"

The lame man Lang Tu sneered and said, "You made a mistake and you don't allow others to point it out? If you teach your son like this, he will never become a master in his life!" After saying that, he didn't look at Rock Wildhammer's face and leaned on his crutches. gone.

Rock Wildhammer turned around with a livid face: "Aman, what are you looking at? Keep training!"

After the training, Zhang Debiao quietly came to Langtu Wildhammer's residence. Cripple snorted coldly: "What are you doing here? Aren't you afraid that your father will beat you up if he finds out?"

Zhang Debiao smiled and said: "Second uncle, I think what you just said is very reasonable, so I came here to listen to your teachings on how to become a master?"

Langtu Wildhammer's face eased slightly: "I didn't expect that Rock Wildhammer would actually give birth to a smart son. I know that if I continue to practice like your father, he will never become a master in his lifetime."

The cripple looked him up and down for a moment and said, "You're not a barbarian warrior now, are you?"

Zhang Debiao said in confusion: "What is a barbarian warrior?"

"Didn't that guy from Rock even tell you this? This bastard is really full of muscles!" The cripple snorted and explained: "Barbarian warriors are the name we people from southern Xinjiang give to people who inspire their innate skills and barbaric energy. As long as you develop barbaric strength, you can be called a barbarian warrior."

Zhang Debiao was even more confused: "What is barbaric strength?"

The lame man was completely speechless: "Isn't that bastard Rock too careless?"

Zhang Debiao deeply agreed with Langtu's evaluation of Rock Wildhammer. His father was indeed very careless. When he was three or four months old, his careless father stepped on his feet seven times, sat on his butt nine times, and was thrown up more than ten meters high without catching him a full eighteen times. Fortunately, people from southern Xinjiang are born with a strong body. He was so strong that he didn't kill him.

Thinking about it now, Zhang Debiao is still a little scared. It is a miracle that he can survive in the hands of his father until now!

The lame man stood up tremblingly, held up his crutch and pointed at a large stone of 100 kilograms in front of him, and said with a solemn expression: "Second, look at it, this is barbaric strength!" The crutch in his hand struck down like lightning, like a flash in the darkness. There was a flash of sword light and a click, and the stone split neatly into two halves!

Zhang Debiao was stunned and speechless for a long time. The cripple took a breath and said: "Barbaric strength is the innate skill of my barbarian tribe. It is the original form of barbaric fighting spirit. The earlier it is stimulated, the better the qualifications will be. In the future, after becoming a tenth-level barbarian warrior, the barbaric strength will be transformed into Most of the adults in the village are level 3 or 4 barbarian fighters, but your father is the only one who is a level 1 barbarian fighter.”

Zhang Debiao couldn't help but be shocked: "My father is stronger than you?"

The lame man sneered: "He has the highest talent among the people I have ever met. He developed his barbaric energy when he was seven years old, and by the time of his coming-of-age ceremony at the age of twelve, he was already a fifth-level barbarian warrior. Unfortunately, after the coming-of-age ceremony, he remained He became the village chief in the village, otherwise with his qualifications and a few years of experience outside, he could definitely become a first-class expert! "

Zhang Debiao couldn't help but said: "Second uncle, you haven't said anything about barbaric strength yet!"

"Barbaric energy is a hot air in your Dantian. As long as the fighting energy channel is opened, it can flow to the limbs and bones, doubling its power in battle."

Zhang Debiao was stunned and said with a strange look on his face: "Are you talking about that hot current that is crawling around like a mouse in your lower abdomen?"

Langtu Wildhammer looked at him like he was looking at a monster, and said dejectedly: "It turns out that your innate skills have been awakened. Rock Wildhammer has awakened his innate skills at the age of seven and is already recognized as a genius, and you are only six years old now. ! No wonder people say that tiger fathers have no dog sons..."

Zhang Debiao smiled horribly. Only now did he realize that the cripple was actually a pretty good person, but he was too mean-mouthed, so everyone in the village didn't like him.

"Second uncle, what is the Dou Qi channel you just mentioned?"

"The Dou Qi channel is of course a channel opened in the body to specifically allow Dou Qi to circulate."

Langtu Wildhammer explained patiently: "Dou Qi runs in the Dou Qi channel, which can greatly enhance physical fitness and improve reaction speed and physical strength. However, these require specific mental methods. And each mental method has developed The fighting spirit channels are all different. The barbaric energy of us barbarians is the original form of fighting spirit, which is no weaker than the fighting spirit of humans outside the forest. When you reach the tenth level of barbarian warriors, you are more likely to evolve into barbaric fighting spirit. A first-level barbarian warrior can already practice fighting spirit techniques."

"Different mental methods have different Dou Qi channels?" Zhang Debiao asked curiously: "Don't those mental methods operate according to the established acupuncture points and meridians?"

"What acupuncture points and meridians?" Langtu Wildhammer's eyes widened and he asked doubtfully: "Little guy, don't practice carelessly. The Dou Qi channel is not a simple thing. If you make a wrong step, you may be paralyzed or even die!"

Zhang Debiao shook his head: "It's nothing, you continue." Acupoints and meridians are the knowledge of the world in his dream. The medicine he learned in his dreams has been rejected by the real world. It is conceivable that things like acupoints and meridians must be It's also wrong.

Langtu Wildhammer took out a book from his arms and said: "This is a set of low-level Dou Qi mental methods. There are only three directions of Dou Qi channels. After practicing, there will be great disadvantages. Just take a look. Don't practice it. It is because of this cultivation that my left leg..."

Zhang Debiao opened the book and looked at it carefully, his heart could not help but beat wildly.

The Dou Qi channel of this low-level mental method actually partially coincided with the knowledge about meridians he learned in his dream!

Moreover, according to his experience of practicing Chinese medicine in his dream, misalignment will inevitably lead to paralysis of the left limb!

"Could it be that..." Zhang Debiao's body trembled slightly, and he shouted in his heart: "No! This is impossible! How can you believe something that was done in a dream? Those acupuncture points and meridians must be fake!"

But another voice in his heart was tempting him: "Try it, maybe it's true? Give it a try..."