From troll tribes to elf empires

Chapter 56 Negotiation Challenge

"Together? What do you mean?" Daba didn't seem to understand well and asked in confusion.

The language of the teeth, under the influence of the blade teeth, has almost lost its original appearance.

Even when he first introduced Chinese, he retained some of the tribe's original vocabulary, but over the years, and under the influence of the troll Mu Qiang's psychology, those words were also replaced by Chinese synonyms that Blade Ya inadvertently said.

replaced.

Fortunately, the original troll language was simple enough, and after Blade Ya thought about it carefully, the conversation would not turn into a chicken-and-duck conversation.

"Tooth part, Finai part, change into one."

"powerful?"

"Strong." Blade Ya nodded affirmatively.

"Have you eaten enough?"

"Eat up! Those trolls." Blade Ya pointed to the neat queue not far behind him and replied, "There are as many as three tribes."

Daba's eyes shone slightly, as if he was a little moved.

Daba was not a patient guy. After several attempts to no avail, he suddenly started violently and thrust forward with his left hand, trying to destroy Saberya's defense with a shield strike.

Daba, who had never thought that he would lose, obviously agreed with the old witch doctor's words and immediately agreed.

Daba took it in surprise, shook it, and tried waving it a few more times, and found that it was indeed a good guy.

The battle between the two sides was always guarded against stabs but not cuts. Scratches of varying depths appeared quickly, and scabs quickly healed themselves. Only the blood stains left in vain on the body surface could vaguely prove the intensity of the 'test'.

Now, the old witch doctor who had been listening to the conversation suddenly changed his expression after hearing this.

Daba was not as polite as the old witch doctor. After hearing the sound, he didn't think much and turned around and walked over.

"Those..." Blade Ya pointed at the two accompanying witch doctors, stretched out his hand and drew nine fingers and continued, "There are so many!"

On the other side, Blade Ya, who was not too far away, naturally heard the conversation between the two. He looked at the old witch doctor with a question mark on his face, trying to figure out what the old man was thinking.

Hearing what the old witch doctor said, Daba struck fists and palms together, and he suddenly felt as if he had seen a new world, showing an expression of sudden enlightenment.

"Okay! Weapons, okay! Blade Ya, okay, good troll! Daba, Blade Ya, okay, let's eat meat together!"

After that, Daba just said this and walked towards the tribe.

However, the spearhead thrust straight down from above forced him to give up this plan and immediately dodge.

Having vaguely guessed what he was thinking, Blade Ya couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"Together, okay!"

At this time, Blade Ya had already discovered the gap in skills between the two sides. If we were to talk about combat experience and skills alone, he had to admit that Daba was stronger.

Bladea holds the shield in his left hand to block it, and holds the sword in his right hand and pulls it to his waist, making a starting stance;

On the opposite side, Daba also retreated to a suitable position and stood still. At this time, he also raised a shield in his left hand and a spear in his right hand, taking a cautious and prepared posture.

It didn't take long for her to make a shield sword according to Blade Tooth's habit under the shocked gaze of the old witch doctor of Fenaibe.

Except for a few "weirdos" such as Meiya, most trolls have strong spinal muscles and very exaggerated latissimus dorsi muscles, which makes their upper bodies look slightly forward;

The two people who were confronting each other were undoubtedly the best among the trolls. As they bent their waists and gathered strength, their figures suddenly became more exaggerated.

Seeing this, the old witch doctor showed an apologetic smile to Blade Ya again, and then began to mutter to Daba.

Daba, who was still hesitant at first, became anxious after being persuaded by the witch doctor.

The left foot stepped straight forward, and the right foot followed laterally. The two sides slowly closed the distance between each other, and the swords and spears also tentatively began to intersect.

Daba's spear was held upside down above his head, with the left and right blades of the spearhead carried in both directions;

Sometimes he thrust backwards, sometimes he thrust forward, and sometimes he slashed to the left and right, and the attacks continued like flowing water.

Daba also began to struggle with the livelihood of the tribal people on the one hand, and his own status on the other...

The two trolls standing in the center opened their arms and bumped against each other with their chests, making an agreement.

Amidst the soft sound, Saba took a step back and thrust his sword forward sideways, hoping to take advantage of the opponent's gap to cause damage.

At this time, Daba walked back to him and shouted at the top of his voice,

He immediately threw away the rags in his hands and said excitedly,

"Okay, okay, rules, okay."

The fierce look in his eyes disappeared, he laughed and patted the witch doctor on the shoulder,

After taking it, I tried it and felt quite satisfied. The weight, toughness, and sharpness were quite good. Although it was not as good as steel and wood that had been "tempered over thousands of times," it was still enough to handle it.

At this glance, he met the old man's gaze that seemed to be somewhat profound.

"Old witch doctor, smart! I, Daba, am the chief of the big tribe, hahaha!"

Blade Ya stared at him, nodded with a half-smile, and responded loudly,

"Yabu, I am the strongest! Challenge, well, the strong one, the chief!"

When he noticed the weapon in his opponent's hand, he showed obvious envy.

But what about him? As an ordinary troll? How can he prioritize mating? How can he eat the best food?

Judging from the expression on the old witch doctor's face, the effect seems to be pretty good.

Thinking of this, his eyes began to glow with a fierce light, and he looked at the old witch doctor fiercely.

But the old witch doctor immediately stopped him and continued to speak under Daba's doubtful gaze,

"Rules, over there, here, the clan members are all witnesses. If you are afraid of Blade Tooth, you won't admit it if you lose."

"Daba, come." The old witch doctor behind called out, and nodded to Banya, as if to express his apology.

In the end, the tip of the spear aimed at his head just scratched his face, leaving a deep wound that could be seen in the bone, but it was quickly withdrawn after healing at an extremely fast speed.

Saba came here empty-handed, but he had no intention of going back to get weapons. He just asked Meiya to use vines to make a round shield and a big sword on the spot.

For this position, he successively killed the old chief and several challengers, and then he succeeded in sitting here today.

"Wait, Daba, weapons."

If they merge like this, the tribesmen will be able to eat enough, become stronger, and perhaps live a better life.

The two strongest men among the eighteen hundred trolls present entered into a stalemate under the watchful eyes of the tribesmen on both sides.

Taking the weapon from Meiya again, Blade Ya handed it to Daba who was already waiting impatiently.

Seeing this, Benya was not stingy and asked Meiya to imitate the style in Daba's hands and make him a spear;

At this time, the tribesmen on both sides were all excited at the same time, and started shouting and making noise.

When the rattan shields intersect, the sound they make is not as noisy as the steel-wood shields, and is even a bit pleasant.

The vine technique with various uses can be said to be universal, and it is an area that every witch doctor will not miss, and Meiya naturally has no problem with it.

The old witch doctor acted as if he hadn't seen it, and the old god continued speaking,

"Dabaqiang, challenge Blade Ya, Daba, want to be the chief of the big tribe."

Not long after, Daba also came over carrying his own bone blade spear.

"Haha, let's eat meat together and fight first."

In addition, he also received a round shield with the same specifications as his own.

After that, he confidently knocked on his strong chest, with a proud smile on his face as if he had succeeded, and walked back to Saberya.

This is not because he insists on 'fairness'. If that were the case, he wouldn't have secretly blessed himself with the 'Giant Power Technique' and 'Wind Movement Technique' just now.

I just wanted Meiya to show more of the magic of the new system in front of the old witch doctor of Fenai tribe.

"Daba, weapons are no good; this is for Daba."

‘He is indeed a guy who can break through the boundaries simply by relying on his talent. His brain is truly an alien in primitive society.’

"Let's do it together. Chief, Daba comes! Challenge! Rules! Which one is the strongest, Yabu?"

Therefore, he stopped being pretentious and decided to use the power that had been blessed to surpass the opponent to directly overwhelm the opponent.

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