Barbarian Throne

On the sea, a gentle breeze came. Zhang Debiao stood on the bow of the ship and smiled at the female sea general: "General, speaking of which, we are really destined. How many times have I boarded your ship?"

"The third time."

General Sundae also smiled and said: "But I advise you to give up the idea of ​​​​pulling my sea tribe into an alliance with your barbarian tribe. To be honest, your majesty is not optimistic about your southern border and the beast tribe. The strength of the God King Palace is so strong that it can overwhelm the country. Their power will not be their opponent, let alone you two declining races? Brother De Biao, in my opinion, if the war really breaks out, it would be better for you to surrender as soon as possible. I think there is another reason for coming here. I will definitely not destroy your race.”

Zhang Debiao smiled slightly and said: "Are the Southern Xinjiang barbarians who surrendered still the Southern Xinjiang barbarians?"

General Sundae's tone was stagnant, not knowing what to say.

After more than a month of long journey, Zhang Debiao finally returned to the main city of Southern Xinjiang, and he handed over the matter of arranging the settlement of the Sea Tribe to the lame man Langtu Wildhammer.

"Third uncle, has Elder Tumeng not come back yet?"

Langtu Wildhammer shook his head and said: "Elder Tumeng Maitreya has not come back since the election of the Saint of the God King Palace. The Council of Elders has elected Elder Titan to take his place."

Zhang Debiao sighed and thought to himself: "I'm afraid something has happened to Elder Tumeng. There are many masters in the God King's Palace. Who did it..."

During his absence, the main city of Southern Xinjiang was still operating in an orderly manner under the leadership of his father Rock Wildhammer and the Temple Elders Council. At this moment, the main city of Southern Xinjiang was becoming more and more prosperous, and both business and martial arts were far from the same. Far surpassing the other five major cities, it has become the new political center of southern Xinjiang.

Zhang Debiao even saw many unfamiliar faces in the city. They should be southern Xinjiang people who had migrated from other major cities. These people included not only civilians, but also aristocratic families from the five major cities.

The first to move over were of course the Moro family from Tianmang City who had a deep friendship with Zhang Debiao.

The migration of aristocratic families will naturally conflict with the original power structure of the main city of Southern Xinjiang. These aristocratic families are not as simple as the natives of Southern Xinjiang. They are eager to gain power and wealth in the new main city and share the benefits.

Except for a few well-known aristocratic families such as Moro, other families in the city are restless, and several bloodshed incidents have occurred. Most of the masters in southern Xinjiang have gone to the western countries to gain experience and strengthen their strength. This has resulted in the weak defense of the city, which has allowed the aristocratic families to become rampant.

"If these aristocratic families use it well, it is a sharp knife. If they use it incorrectly, they will cut their own hands."

Zhang Debiao thought for a moment and said: "It seems that it is time to give these aristocratic families a blow to let them realize who has the biggest fist and who is the master of Southern Xinjiang!"

"Third uncle, have you seen that guy from Brother Tai?"

"Are you talking about the tiger?"

Lame Lang Tu looked strange and hesitated: "A month ago, it carried back a big house from nowhere, dropped it in mid-air, smashed the city lord's mansion to pieces, and then ran away..."

Zhang Debiao felt strange and asked while walking and talking, "What is the City Lord's Mansion?"

"That's your manor." Lame Langtu said with a smile: "The emperor has issued an order, allowing the construction of a city and a palace in southern Xinjiang, and canonized you as the lord of the new main city and the sixth barbarian king, so Elder Titan renovated and expanded your manor. It will be doubled and used as the city lord’s palace.”

Zhang Debiao walked to his manor, his face suddenly turned dark. He saw that the manor had turned into a big pit at this moment. In the pit was the thirteenth floor of the mage tower. Someone symbolically pulled up a wall, leaving a gap in the middle. At the door, several people from southern Xinjiang stood guarding it.

Walking in, Manzi's face turned even darker. Apart from the thirteenth-story tower, there was only one small house in the manor. There was a plaque hanging on it with the words "City Lord's Mansion" written on it. It was shabby and shabby, not even as good as a shabby house in the slums. .

"This is where I, the city lord, work?"

Zhang Debiao looked up and saw a line of words written on the thirteenth floor tower, crookedly: "Aman, I'm sorry for destroying your house, but I feel very happy (I mean happy, Brother Tai spelled it wrong) , I went out to play..." Apparently, it should have been written by Brother Tai.

The word "Hi Fart" was spelled incorrectly. The tiger made several slashes with his paw and then re-spelled it underneath. The result was still wrong.

Brother Tai corrected it four times, and finally angrily wrote a line of small words under the tiger, saying: "I can't write, as long as you can understand it!"

…

"I wonder how Master Huo Shan is doing now?"

Zhang Debiao took another trip to the Tiger Roar Mountains to visit Master Huo Shan and his disciples. Master Huo Shan has many disciples, and now he has turned the volcano in the Huroar Mountains into another Iron Furnace Valley. The tauren alchemists live and live here, which is no different from the Iron Furnace Valley.

The barbarians looked around and couldn't help but admire Master Huo Shan's alchemy skills. In just a few months, this place had changed a lot. Many barbarians also helped here, building many workshops, becoming blacksmiths, and forging weapons.

There are also many tauren alchemists in the workshop, busy enchanting weapons.

He picked up a weapon casually, tapped it with his fingers, and found that these weapons were all of high quality. Although they were not as good as legendary weapons, they were many times more sophisticated than the wooden sticks and iron guns originally used by the barbarians in southern Xinjiang!

"With these weapons, our strength in Southern Xinjiang will be doubled!"

Seeing Zhang Debiao, Master Huoshan's disciple Tobis and others felt a little unhappy. It was this barbarian who destroyed their Iron Furnace Valley, causing them to leave their homes and settle in southern Xinjiang. But this barbarian is the master of the New Ironforge Valley, and they have to bow their heads.

"The tutor is meeting with guests, please wait." Tobis said reluctantly.

"guest?"

Zhang Debiao frowned and suddenly saw Master Gran walking out of a workshop. He hurriedly greeted him and said with a smile: "Master, you are here too!"

Master Gran's strong wife came out of the workshop, patted him on the shoulder with great heroism, and laughed loudly: "When the old man heard that a great master of alchemy had arrived, he hurried over to become his disciple. Now he is also Huoshan." Disciple of the Master!"

Master Gran's face turned red with embarrassment, and he said calmly: "That's not the case, that's not the case..."

Zhang Debiao said with a smile: "I still admire Master Huo Shan for his thoughtfulness. By the way, what guests are Master Huo Shan seeing?"

"It seems to be the Barbarian King of Blackwater City."

"The Lord of Blackwater City? Is he Aldan Wildhammer?"

Zhang Debiao's heart moved. Aldan Wildhammer was the Barbarian King of Blackwater City and a direct descendant of Holy Father Amuri, while Zhang Debiao's lineage was only a collateral line.

He had never met Aldan Wildhammer. He had only heard about his deeds from Zaid. At that time, he was the general of the Zhu Kingdom of the Black Flag Town Barbarians. He had fought against the Holy Mage of the Undead, regardless of Win or lose.

Zhang Debiao strode towards Master Huo Shan's house. Tobis was about to stop him, but found that he could not get close to him at all, and was pushed away by a wave of fighting spirit. Before Zhang Debiao came to the door, he heard a young man's voice coming from inside, saying: "Master Huoshan, what Lord Debiao can provide you, I, Heishui City, can also provide you. In Southern Xinjiang, we respect strength. A master like Lord De Biao can only be ranked in the middle among many masters in our southern border. With his strength, he cannot guarantee your safety, Mr. Huoshan."

Master Huo Shan hesitated and said, "Have you seen De Biao Manhammer?"

The young man hesitated and said, "No."

Master Huo Shan smiled and said: "I see, you'd better please come back."

The young man was still waiting for further persuasion, but Master Huo Shan had already stood up, so he had to say: "Master may still not believe it, but in a few days, I am afraid that De Biao Man Hammer will not even be able to keep his position as Barbarian King!"

The two walked out of the room. Zhang Debiao looked up and saw that the person talking to Master Huo Shan was a handsome young man, followed by two servants.

The barbarians living in the forests of southern Xinjiang tend to have thick eyebrows, big eyes, and powerful features, but this young man has a slim and slender figure, with a more gentle and gentle temperament.

"Aldan can't be so young. Could he be his son?"

Zhang Debiao was confused. The young man also noticed him and found that he was no different from other southern Xinjiang people. He thought he was a southern Xinjiang boy learning blacksmithing skills from Master Huoshan, so he didn't take it to heart. He was about to stride over, only to hear something behind him. Master Huo Shan smiled and said: "Brother Aman, it is impolite to eavesdrop on other people's conversations."

Zhang Debiao smiled and said, "Master, are you still used to living here?"

"Fortunately, the scenery here is more beautiful than our Orc Continent, but there are always some inexplicable people who come to make trouble." Master Huo Shan said and glanced at the young man.

The two servants snorted angrily and took a step forward. However, the young man did not lose his temper. He stretched out his hand to stop them, looked at Zhang Debiao, and said with a smile: "Are you Debiao Wild Hammer?"

Zhang Debiao nodded, looked at him again, and said, "Are you Aldan's son? Your cultivation level is not weak at all. You have already reached the stage of fighting spirit transformation."

The young man was shocked, and the arrogance on his face lessened a bit. He bent down and said respectfully: "General Zhu is the ancestor of the family, and the villain's name is Tuoba."

Zhang Debiao said with a smile: "Based on seniority, General Aldan and I are equals, so we should treat each other as brothers. Speaking of which, you want to call me uncle!" After that, he laughed.

The two servants suddenly became furious, and Tuoba's face changed slightly. Then he lowered his head, took out a gold-plated invitation, and said with a smile: "My uncle, our ancestor is critically ill, so he sent a villain to deliver the invitation to discuss how to deal with the situation after his death." Where should Jiang go? I went to the City Lord's Mansion not long ago and found that my uncle was not there. I didn't expect to meet him here. "

Zhang Debiao took the invitation, looked through it, and asked doubtfully: "Aldan is going to die? Besides me, who else was invited?"

Tuoba Gong said respectfully: "My ancestor is already one hundred and twenty-seven years old, and he has not yet broken through the final realm to become a fighting saint. The deadline has come. My ancestor thought about it, but he couldn't let go of the future of Southern Xinjiang, so he wanted to call a meeting The barbarian kings held a meeting to arrange funeral arrangements. In addition to my uncle and the city lords of other cities, my ancestor also invited the commanders of all major armies to discuss the successor of General Zhu. "

Zhang Debiao was silent for a moment. He originally thought that Aldan Wildhammer would break through to the realm of fighting saint and become his biggest resistance, but he did not expect that the general of the Zhu Kingdom was lying on the bed waiting to die.

The lifespan of people in southern Xinjiang is not long, and the end is approaching at the age of fifty. Aldan has profound cultivation, and it is considered remarkable to live to more than a hundred years old.

"You reply to General Aldan and say that I will definitely be there."

Tuoba bowed his head and said yes, walking backwards out of the Iron Furnace Valley to show respect. He didn't raise his head until he got out of the Iron Furnace Valley. The cool breeze blew, and he couldn't help but shudder. He reached back and touched his back, and found that the cold sweat on his back had wet his clothes.

One of the servants said angrily: "Young Master, why were you so respectful to that country untouchable just now? You have lost your identity as Young Master for nothing!"

Tuoba wiped away the fine cold sweat on his forehead, shook his head and said: "He can see my level of cultivation at a glance. My cultivation level is really unfathomable! When he looked at me, I felt that my fighting spirit was suppressed and I couldn't move. He's almost as scary as his ancestor. Besides, he's my uncle, so it's natural to be respectful to him, as it won't lose my identity."

The two servants were horrified. Just their gazes could make people lose their fighting spirit. Their cultivation was really terrifying to the extreme!

Another servant hesitated for a moment and said, "Young Master, did you say he heard the conversation between you and Lord Huoshan just now?"

"I must have heard it." Tuoba thought for a moment and said: "With his cultivation level, our conversation cannot be hidden from his ears at all. But with his status, he should not take action against us... Well, he is disdainful Take action against us!"

"No wonder that old guy Zong Moro always said to everyone that a fighting saint was about to appear in our southern border. I originally thought he was bragging for De Biao Manhammer, but I didn't expect that when I saw him today, it turned out to be the case... He has cultivated to the point where fighting spirit can take shape. Every step forward in the future will be difficult. Many masters have even been trapped in the first realm for decades and have been unable to break through. Is this De Biao Manhammer really the rare genius Zong Moro said he would never see in a thousand years? …”

Tuoba sighed and said: "I told Master Huo Shan just now that De Biao Manhammer will lose his identity as the city lord in a few days. I'm afraid he is laughing at me now, right?"

In the New Iron Furnace Valley, Zhang Debiao weighed the gilded invitation and stuffed it into his arms. Master Huo Shan smiled and said: "Brother Aman, that person just wanted to poach you, why didn't you punish him?"

"Can he dig away?"

Zhang Debiao shook his head and smiled: "If Aldan came in person, the master might still be moved. Now among the barbarians in southern Xinjiang, he is the only one worthy of my action. Unexpectedly, he is about to die..."

Thinking of this, he sighed in his heart. If Aldan died, the barbarians in Southern Xinjiang would have one less master who could compete with the Sword Master, and the barbarian kings in the other five main cities in Southern Xinjiang would also be ready to make a move. This is really not a problem. Good thing.

"By the way, Master..." Zhang Debiao took out the Hill Hammer from the space ring and said with a sorry smile: "My weapon is broken again. Could you please repair it..."