Wandering the Heavens: Becoming a Killer

The two rushed forward, the ground was shaking, and their shoulders collided directly.

With a bang, the Black Mountain Chieftain was knocked to the ground.

"You still can't do it, how about getting up and fighting again?"

Aya looked down at the other party and said contemptuously.

The Black Mountain Chieftain was instantly angry and embarrassed. It was too embarrassing to lose to a woman.

He quickly stood up, picked up his weapon, and rushed towards Aya again.

Seeing this, the others also clenched their weapons in their hands. Since the weapons were used, it was not just a fight but a fight.

Seeing this, Aya smiled at the corner of her mouth. In this case, the Black Mountain should belong to our Spartan tribe!

The bronze armor covered his whole body, and he looked like a ferocious beast, which was frightening.

Bronze armor will show different performances depending on the person, but it will be similar to the personality and ability of the holder.

Seeing this, the Black Mountain chief's steps that were originally unswerving slowed down a lot. The other party was just an unknown small tribe, how could they have such excellent armor.

However, he had no time to speak, Aya had already hit his head with a punch.

Suddenly, it was like a broken watermelon, blood splattered everywhere, red and white scattered all over the ground.

"Kill him! From now on, this Black Mountain belongs to our Spartan tribe."

This is how the wilderness is, the strong prey on the weak.

When the Black Mountain people saw that the other chief was so fierce, someone immediately ran to report to the high priest.

Only by letting the gods they believe in send down miracles can they survive this crisis.

The high priest looked at Aya who was rushing not far away, and was shocked. The other party's strength was at least Wuzong, why didn't this small tribe have any reputation?

The high priest was also panicking. The most powerful tribe leader in Black Mountain was only a great martial artist. No wonder he was killed in one move.

"High priest, what should we do? Has the God of Hunting responded to our request?"

The tribesmen were very scared.

The high priest nodded and said, "The gods have responded to my prayers."

Others were excited. It was good that the gods responded, so that they could continue to live a comfortable life in the past.

"But even so, my strength cannot compete with the other party."

The high priest sighed. The gods' grace was not unrewarding or unlimited.

Every day, people prayed to the gods, and they would naturally distinguish between the important and the urgent.

Obviously, the God of Hunting looked down on such a tribe of four or five hundred people. The powerful gods' grace was given out, and the lost power was completely disproportionate to the faith gained.

"What should we do? That monster is coming."

Everyone was terrified, and their hands and feet were shaking constantly.

"Run."

The high priest was silent for a while and said helplessly.

Seeing that the high priest had said so, the others scattered like birds and beasts in an instant, not caring about the wealth of their families, and ran away directly.

Aya led her tribesmen and conquered Black Mountain with great momentum.

Seeing that a large number of people surrendered, Aya could not decide whether to kill or keep them.

She could only ask someone to inform her grandfather Shrek who was guarding the tribe.

When Shrek heard that Aya had conquered Black Mountain, he was also a little surprised, but more of a delight.

With coarse salt, the Spartan tribe can develop better in the future, and even all the people in the tribe can move there.

The original location of the tribe was not good. Except for a water source, there was nothing worth reminiscing about.

"As for those who surrendered, they will become slaves. It would be a pity to kill them. With Aya and me, we are enough to suppress them."

Shrek thought.

Population is a good thing. If a tribe wants to expand and absorb other tribes, it is impossible to have less people.

Soon, the Spartan tribe annexed the Black Mountain tribe, and the population directly increased to more than 600 people.

Seeing this, Wang Lun nodded slightly and said, "Let's expand it slowly. It would be good if the wilderness can agree."

Shrek offered sacrifices to the God of War for this, and Wang Lun promoted two believers of the Spartan tribe to Saints.

The other Spartan warriors saw that the God of War was so generous, and their worries were also dissipated. This shows that as long as they continue to fight other tribes and offer sacrifices to the gods.

They will receive the blessings of the gods.

The power of the Saints is obvious to all.

The two promoted warriors can't wait to summon bronze armor to show their strength to others.

Let others envy them and decide to pray to the gods sincerely every day and become believers.

On the other side.

Arthur has won seventy games, and the arena has also found

His extraordinaryness.

"Arthur, the Earl of Rose admires you very much and wants to buy you."

The arena manager was a pot-bellied man, holding a beautiful woman's waist and coming to Arthur's room.

Arthur raised his head, looked at the other party, shook his head firmly and said: "Sorry, I just want to leave here after winning a hundred games."

Hearing this, the arena manager laughed and said: "Baby, did you just hear someone telling a joke? No one has ever been able to leave after winning a hundred games."

"Arthur, you don't want to die in the next duel."

Arthur sneered and said: "Of course I don't want to, but I don't want to continue to be someone else's slave."

The arena manager smiled and said nothing, holding the beautiful woman and turned away. Since he didn't listen, let him know the reason why the arena can stand until now in the next game.

Arthur watched the other party leave, feeling a little heavy in his heart. There were still thirty wins left, and the other party would definitely arrange a strong person to fight me.

When you are undecided, pray to God.

Arthur took out the wood carving and kept praying to the God of War, hoping to get an answer. If not, he could only escape tonight.

I thought too simply at the beginning.

However, before Arthur could wait for the reply from the God of War, a man in black appeared in the cell.

"Are you Arthur?"

The man asked.

Arthur was startled and asked in a low voice: "Who are you?"

"I am the bishop of the Church of War. I really don't understand what is so special about you, a slave, that you are valued by God."

The man in black teased, but since it was an oracle, he could only complete it.

Arthur was a little unhappy when he heard this, but he still thanked him: "Thank you, Bishop, for saving me. I am just more pious to God."

"Okay, let's leave. I have bought you. I hope you can live up to the price."

The bishop saw that the other party still knew the hierarchy, so he stopped mocking him.

Arthur nodded and left with the bishop.

After leaving the arena, Arthur was a little dazed. It seemed that the Church of War had begun to get on the right track, and he had to fulfill his previous oath.

Then let's settle accounts with the people who tied me to the battlefield.

When Arthur thought of this, he knew that it must be his cheap father, Viscount Knight's wife who did it.

Who made that vicious woman never give birth to a boy, and I don't know what method she used to suddenly get pregnant.

But before that, Arthur had to kill someone first.

The arena manager was only a martial arts master. If there was no support behind him, he would not be able to sit in this position.

Since Arthur won fifty times, he began to arrange powerful opponents for Arthur.