The Origin of Arcane

Because their books are scarce, most of their various inheritances are eulogized, and some require empiricism.

In addition, young people are irritable and like to use brute force to solve problems, and the chance of wise men among them is almost zero.

Most wise men appeared among the older Kentana barbarians, and over time, in the minds of many Kentana barbarians, old age and wise men were linked.

The older Kentana barbarians are usually very respected. Even if there is no direct ancestral shrine, other Kentana barbarians will fight to provide for them as long as they have spare power. They only ask that they encounter problems that cannot be solved by brute force. ,provide advices.

However, due to the extreme living environment of the Kentana ice sheet, the Kentana barbarians are very easy to die after they grow old and weak.

Old Kentana barbarians are usually very rare. Once there are, they should not be underestimated, because they not only have rich experience, they may even be among the best warriors when they are young.

There is no doubt that this is the case with Chief Pray.

When he was young, he was once known as the first warrior of the Kentana barbarian. Although he was born in a hunting tribe, he was a rare whale hunting warrior, and he was not a single one. There were three in total.

Hunting a giant whale, there is a component of luck.

If you kill more than two, it is not just luck, but also the bravery and skill.

Chief Prescott has no shortage of bravery, fame and wisdom. When the natural catastrophe comes, the entire Kentana barbarians are in a life and death predicament. The Kentana barbarians gather around him and use his wisdom. It is only natural to survive this unprecedented disaster.

He is the first chief of the safari tribe.

It's just that this time the Cataclysm of Heaven and Earth is too special. Whether it is the knowledge passed by the Kentana barbarian or his personal, there is no experience in this area, and there is no help.

When the number of Kentana savages under his command exceeded a certain level, the first wise man of the Kentana savages was also in a hurry, with various problems emerging one after another, and now he was on the verge of falling apart.

"Chief Pray, the only condition that Chief Yar promised to unite is to make him king and obey his orders." An equally majestic and mighty Kentana barbarian said muffledly.

"Shamelessly, we sincerely invite him for the survival and future of the Kentana people. He unexpectedly proposed such shameless conditions. He presumably has the face to call himself the first warrior of Kentana and wants to become a Kentana. The king, I will win the battle of glory first. I would like to see if he is qualified to be called the first warrior.” Before Chief Pray could speak, another Kentana barbarian couldn’t bear it. He was so furious that his roar echoed throughout the camp.

Even among the Kentana barbarians, this person belongs to the category of majesty, like a human tower mountain, nearly three meters tall, shirtless, as if not aware of the cold, and his arms are thicker than the waist of an ordinary person. , All bulging muscle bumps.

On the face, it is 40-50% similar to Chief Pray, and it is obvious that there is a direct blood relationship between the two sides. This person is the most brave of Chief Pray's sons-Scott.

This is another reason Pulei can sit firmly in the top spot of the nomadic tribe, with many children and grandchildren.

Under normal circumstances, these children and grandchildren left the tribe one after another to find a way out after they reached adulthood.

It was this cataclysm that brought them back to Chief Pray.

Family and ancestors are the most important concepts of the Kentana barbarians, and this connection is the strongest.

Before challenging the dominance of Chief Pray, he must first defeat many of his sons.

"Scott." Chief Prey yelled and stopped his son's violent behavior. His face did not have much anger, but had a wise light. "If Chief Yar has the ability to feed all the Kentana people He wants the name of the king, what's the point of giving it to him?"

When he was young, Chief Pray also had big dreams, wanting to unify the entire Kentana Icefield and become the king of all Kentana barbarians.

Now that his dream is half realized, he found that he has no ability to manage and feed them. This is the most ironic thing.

"father……"

"Chief..."

The Kentana barbarian leaders of the safari tribe have all spoken out. They obviously don’t want to be overwhelmed by the people of the sea hunting tribe, who are full of fishy smell. They are out-and-out outsiders. Belongs to their territory.

It was because of their arrival that they were dragged into the desperate situation of running out of food.

They now not only want to occupy their land, but also sit on top of their heads.

Chief Prey waved his hand and said: "I know what I am doing, but you have seen the situation of our tribe. Continue to stand in stalemate with Chief Yar and them will only drag the two sides into the abyss of death. We must unite and go south. In the endless mountains, look for more prey and food to survive this crisis."

"We can do this with our own strength, why bother to unite with that **** Yar? Is it possible that my father still thinks that those thin dwarfs can fight against the brave Kentana people?" Scott looked blank. Asked the solution.

"Don't underestimate those southerners. They are indeed not as strong as ours, but they have smart brains and dexterous hands that we don't have. They can not only create extremely strong cities, but also create powerful weapons for hunting giant beasts. The ancestors of our Kentana people were driven to the ice sheet by their enslavement."

Chief Prey said with a solemn expression, "Last year, many tribes were attacked by those southerners, and there were many powerful Kentana warriors who were not spared either. We don't even know whether those southerners have How powerful are they, and I don’t know how many people there are. If I have to do it, I’m not willing to lead my own people into the mountains that I don’t understand, because I don’t know how many people I can bring back..."

"So, you are no longer qualified to be the king of the Kentana, because you have too many worries." A rough voice interrupted Chief Pray.

A Kentana barbarian opened the curtain of the camp and got in. His size was equally majestic and terrifying, even if the Kentana barbarian had always been a tall camp, because he came in, it was a bit tight.

"Yar..." Scott suddenly jumped up, his eyes burning raging, "You are so bold, you dare to come here."

The Kentana barbarian who just entered is no one else, but the chief of the sea hunting tribe, Yar they just talked about.

"Why? Are you planning to use shameless means to imprison me?" Chief Yar laughed loudly, "If you did this, then you would be too embarrassed of the ancestral spirit. If you want to start a battle for glory, I will accompany you at any time."

"I……"

"Scott!" Chief Prey also stood up, interrupting Scott's intention of launching the challenge, and solemnly said, "I am ashamed of the fact that Chief Yar can come personally, just thinking To become the king of the Kentana is not our final decision, but to win the approval of all the Kentana and pass the trial of the king. This requires more than just bravery."

"I've already said, Chief Pray, you really think too much." Chief Yar shook his head. "Our situation can no longer be hesitated. No matter what awaits us, we can only rush forward. To stay here can only wait to die."

"So, Chief Yar agrees to the union of the two tribes?" Chief Pray showed a hint of joy.

"This is something that is good for both parties. Why should I refuse? The combined strength of the two tribes is worse than separation. As for the king, it is better to wait for the tribe to find alive. "Chief Yar suggested.

"It couldn't be better." Chief Pray said in high spirits, "Bring my treasured whalebone wine. I want to drink and celebrate with Chief Yar."

The two chiefs of the Kentana barbarian tribe, who were still fighting to death this summer, had to sit together and discuss the future of the Kentana barbarian for the survival of the entire race.

The whalebone wine that Chief Pray asked for had just been delivered. Before Kaifeng, a young Kentana barbarian rammed in and said with a scorching look, "Father, father, father, it's not good... Oh no……"

This Kentana barbarian looks similar to Chief Pray. This is his other son, Otis. Although he has the same size as his father and brother, he still has a few faces in the outline. He is immature, obviously he is not yet fully grown up.

Although Odis was the youngest son of Chief Pray, he was his favorite, because the opponent not only inherited his strong physique, but also inherited his wisdom.

Although he is not very old, he is mature and stable that his peers do not have.

No, to be more precise, most of the Kentana barbarians will not have his maturity and stability throughout their lives. In this regard, his brother Scott, who is nearly two rounds older than him, can't be compared.

That's why, Chief Pray put Odis in charge of the forward of the nomadic tribe. This kind of work requires bold and careful people.

Kentana barbarians never lack bold warriors, but lack careful and patient people.

Everyone in the world knows that the Kentana barbarians advocating force, but a deep understanding of their ethnic culture will know that they are not thirsty for wisdom, and how can they not give high respect and attention to those who possess wisdom.

It's just their cultural heritage and their own characteristics that determine the chances of wise men and scholars among them being too small.

In the past, Odis, who was most proud of Chief Pray, was so embarrassed in front of his old rival, Chief Yar, that he felt very embarrassed and annoyed. He shouted angrily: "How do I teach you on weekdays? Don't be surprised or chaotic, and deal with it calmly. I didn't see that I was entertaining the distinguished guests. I would withdraw. I'll talk about something later."

"No...no...can't wait." Otis took a few breaths before letting his somewhat scattered aura become even because of his crazy rush. He didn't hear Chief Pray's reprimand, and continued, "Zu Spirit! The ancestor spirit is here! The ancestor spirit is here!"

"My dear brother, have you spent too much energy on women lately, how can you get tired like this?" Scott stepped forward and put his arms around Otis' shoulders, teasing him while pushing him out." What ancestral spirit is here? What are you talking nonsense? Obey your father's orders and get out quickly. Now you can't let you mess around."

Scott complained about the preference of Chief Prey, and now is the best time to make use of the question.

"Let go of me!" Odis shook his shoulders, and shook Scott's stout arm from him, raising his voice, "What I said is true, the ancestor spirit is here, it is really the ancestor spirit. Up."

"You're still struggling, get out of here." Scott's face turned gloomy, and he was slammed in public, giving him a sense of shame. With a big hand like a fan, he grabbed Odis and prepared to forcibly throw it out. .

Odis hurriedly dodged, once he was caught by Scott, he would definitely not have any fruit for himself. He knew very well that his eldest brother would not wait for him.

This is obviously not an easy task. Regardless of Scott's size, he is not bloated. Once he is shot, he is quick, accurate, and ruthless. The title of the first warrior of the nomadic tribe is not given for nothing. Why? Seeing Chief Yar eager to try?

It is because he has been dissatisfied. After all, the other party has always been known as the first warrior of the Kentana barbarian, but he is half the name of the first warrior of the nomadic tribe. Before he had fought with him, he had What qualification is called that?

Snapped!

The other big hand stretched out and shook a firm hand with Scott's.

"Why? Chief Yar really thinks he is the king of the Kentana? Ready to intervene in our housework?" Scott's big face kept beating, anger and war raging, "Just right, let me try it. , Are you right from the title of Kentucky's first warrior.

On the thick arm of a bucket, blue veins like a long snake protruded, and along with the provocation of the muscles, the power began to surge wildly.

It was no one else who stopped Scott, but the chief of the sea hunting tribe, Yar.

"If this is just your simple housework, I really shouldn't get involved, but this young man just mentioned the ancestral spirit, this is the thing of the whole Kentana, Chief Scott wants to compete, we have opportunities in the future , Why don't you let this young man finish speaking? The ancestor spirit you just said is coming, what do you mean?" Chief Yar said with a smile.

As Scott continued to increase his strength, the animal skin clothes on his body also bulged.

Obviously, the pressure brought by Scott, Chief Yar is not as relaxed as it appears.

In terms of sheer strength, the two are not so far apart.

"Scott." Chief Prey shouted angrily. "Have you been fooling around enough? If you fool around again, don't blame me for driving you out."

"Humph!" Scott snorted, and finally took the initiative to pull back.

Chief Yar, who was passively challenged, was also unwilling to challenge the opponent's home court. He also took the initiative to regain his strength. He smiled and said, "Since Chief Scott wants to compete, how about waiting until we lead the people through this crisis? Regardless of whether it is a wrestling ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ or a battle of glory in front of the ancestors, I promised that if there is no way to beat the leader Scott, I have no face to say that the king of the Kentana is not."

"Okay!" Scott laughed loudly, "Fresh, since the Chief is a refresher, I didn't continue to be a villain."

The flames of war that was about to ignite between the two were forcibly suppressed.

"Since the chief is interested, let's listen to it together. I apologize for my son's impulsive behavior." Chief Pray said to Chief Yar stiffly.

Obviously, there was a bit of displeasure in Chief Yar's initiative to interfere with their tribe.

"It's me who should apologize. I was the one who was rash. They are all the children of the chief. How could the chief allow them to hurt themselves?" Chief Yar smiled.

Being able to condense sand-like sea hunting tribes into one group, Chief Yal is by no means as simple as bravery, and his grasp of humanity and sophistication is far superior to ordinary Kentana barbarians.

His clothes are soft, so the atmosphere is obviously relaxed a lot.