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Volume 4: The Fake Prophet of the Barbarian Orcs Chapter 4: Barbarian Crisis, Battle of Prestige

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    Suddenly returning from the fresh air of the meeting hall to the stuffy and rancid small tent, the contrast was so great that Tomad almost suffocated on the spot.  When his eyes finally adapted to the darkness, he found that the situation was better than he expected. No one actually entered the tent. The fierce quarrel coming from outside proved that the little barbarian - the son of Thor - was committed to the promise.  of loyalty.  "I say it for the last time, get out of here, cub, or I'll let you have a taste of my fists." The unfamiliar rough voice outside was obviously very impatient, and the roaring voice made the air buzz.  "The shaman is communicating with the God of March. You cannot be disturbed in any way. I will not let you in." The son of Saul's voice was trembling, but his tone was as firm as a stone.  "Hey, stop scaring people here. When did the Manya Tribe have a shaman?" Another shrill voice shouted in a mocking tone, "The Manya Tribe has long stopped being under the influence of silver.  The Moon Goddess and the Red Moon Goddess are favoring you, but the Lord of the Black Moon intends to reclaim your stinking souls. Your eyes are blind, and the land under your feet does not belong to you. Your past prestige can be said in one sentence.  Come and tell me, is there anything else in the Barbarian Fang tribe that can stop the powerful warriors of the Yewei tribe?" The son of Thor let out a scream, followed by the sound of something being thrown with force, and then someone groaned,  Some people roared loudly.  The little barbarian orc just laughed twice, then turned into a cry of pain, obviously having suffered a little.  "Let me go, let me go." The painful cry of the son of Saul suddenly overwhelmed the noise, and then the rough voice roared viciously, "How dare you throw stones at me, I will tear off your head alive.  , little bastard!¡± The Manya tribe must be in trouble.  Tomad felt that the anger was rising in his heart. It was like there were two buffaloes at odds in his mind. One was called reason. Reason required him to continue to wait and see for a while instead of recklessly putting himself in danger; the other was called reason.  Emotions, emotions told him that he couldn't just watch the child - the son of Saul - be put in danger, absolutely not.  The son of Thor let out another cry of pain. The voice was sharp, high-pitched, and trembling. It was tantamount to a heavy blow from emotion. Before his mind could recover, Tomad had subconsciously opened the animal skin curtain and pulled himself out.  In the midst of a blood-red twilight.  The Manya tribe is not very big. The entire tribe only has more than twenty animal skin tents, which are squeezed between two sand dunes like a cluster of rotten mushrooms.  More than fifty orc warriors formed a small circle, protecting a dozen elderly elders and a group of underage children. These warriors were both male and female, and most of their bodies were covered in blood.  scars.  Surrounding the Manya tribe is another group of barbarian orc warriors. Their number is far more than the men, women, and children of the Manya tribe combined, but their equipment looks equally rough and crude.  Their leader was an extraordinarily tall and burly beastman, his arms and chest were full of muscles. He was grabbing a small beastman tightly with one big hand and lifting him up effortlessly.  "Let him go!" Tomad's tone was low and full of anger. As he stepped out of the tent, he stared at the tall and burly beastman with cold eyes.  The savage orc bared his teeth and continued to raise the son of Thor above his head with his strong right arm. At the same time, he raised the stubby fingers of his left hand and nodded at Tomad, "Who are you?"  "Skinny guy, what authority do you have to question Dun's behavior?" "Wait a minute, Dun Kaba." Standing next to the burly orc was a relatively thin guy with two slender eyes twinkling.  With a deceitful light, "The sparkling robe this man is wearing does not belong to the Barbarian Orcs. When did the Barbarian Fang tribe actually collude with the human shrimps?" "What is a robe?" Tomad sneered.  Then he brushed the sleeves of the silk robe with his fingers, and the sleeves fluttered like water on the water, making many beastmen around him stare straight in the eyes.  "There are more than one or two tribes that have obtained trophies from humans driving desert boats. Why can't the Barbarian Fang tribe have them?" The barbarian orc with slender eyes let out a sharp laugh, "The Barbarian Fang tribe can also hunt humans.  You don¡¯t even have an oasis, let alone a mount or prestige, how can you defeat those human warriors who wrap their bodies like iron cans?¡± Tomad raised his right hand without warning and pointed at the burly man.  The orc pushed, and the invisible air mass hit the guy's face like a vicious iron fist, with blood and broken teeth flying everywhere.  Dun Kaba let out a painful howl, his huge body swayed and staggered back two steps, and then sat on the ground with a "pop" sound.  The son of Saul who was caught in his hand naturally fell down, butTomad, who had been prepared for a long time, was not prepared to cause the little barbarian orc to suffer more damage. As he turned his wrist with his right hand and made a gesture, the invisible air flow appeared again, but this time it was like a pair of gentle hands, carefully supporting it.  The body of the son of Saul.  "This is the shaman's secret technique?" The slender-eyed orc showed a surprised expression on his face, and at the same time he took a step back.  "Lord of the Black Moon, when did the Barbarian Fang Tribe have a shaman? Why haven't we heard of it?" "What prestige does the Yewei Tribe have to get this news?" Barbarian Orc Human Language is actually similar to Common Language, except that it has a certain  Some of the vocabulary seems weird, and their generally heavy accents make it seem like another language entirely.  Tomad quickly adapted to this way of speaking, and even enjoyed it a little, "The God of March is supreme, and the Manya tribe that has regained its favor will of course have its own shaman, just tonight." Slender Eyes  The orc retreated again, but this time there was no fear on his face.  "Sha Erda, the son of Sha Bibi from the Yewei tribe, apologizes to you, Master Shaman." He raised his forehead with his hand quite solemnly, and then bowed twice.  "Of course you are qualified to serve as the shaman of the Manya tribe, but I would like to ask you to consider it more. Because the Yewei tribe has a much higher prestige than the Manya tribe, and since there is already blood dripping from each other's bodies, reconciliation  It's already impossible." Tomad turned his head cautiously and looked at the more than ten corpses lying lifelessly on the ground. They all looked similar, with the same strong and powerful bodies and the same tatters.  Dirty leather armor.  Were it not for the fact that some had tattoos of animal fangs, while others had complex and varied diamond-shaped tattoos, they would be indistinguishable from siblings.  "The twelve wild dogs of the Yewei tribe only exchanged the lives of eight lions of the Manya tribe!" Among the people surrounded, someone shouted loudly, with a tone full of mockery and a hint of despair.  "Sha Erda, you planned this sneak attack, did you add any prestige to the Yewei tribe?" The slender-eyed barbarian man responded with a slight sneer, "What a hot sentence, it's a pity that your ax said  It's not that powerful." He drew a circle with his hand and covered it on his chest, "When we kill all the men who resisted, who else in the Manya tribe will know about this?  The destruction will only add an important cornerstone to the prestige of the Yewei tribe. No one will remember the names of Manya and you idiots." Tomad took a deep breath.  Unless the existence of the Dark Elf troops is exposed, there is absolutely no way for him to defeat nearly a hundred orc warriors on his own. This is something that even Chief Patrolman Roland Wilpus cannot do, but he knows that he must  Give it a try.  The invisible air flow sent the son of Thor to Tomad. There was a bruise on the little barbarian orc's face, and there was a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth.  Tomad did a little inspection and found that the little guy had only bitten his tongue, rather than damaging his internal organs. He finally felt a little relieved.  ¡°Go hide in the tent for a while, and I¡¯ll solve this problem right away.¡± Tomad patted the little barbarian orc¡¯s head, then turned around and looked at Dun Kaba who had just gotten up from the ground.  The latter's face was covered with blood, and his expression was angry and ferocious, which was completely understandable, but the eyes that looked at Tomad were filled with obvious awe.  This is a bit strange.  Tomad thought, there is no doubt that Dun Kaba is a powerful roaring warrior of the barbarian beasts, and from his prestigious name "Dun", we can know that he is also the military commander of the Yewei tribe, just like Sha Erda's  "Sand" represents that he is the leader of a small tribe.  Such a powerful warrior should not be afraid of himself, because what he has shown is only two very powerful means of using mental power, and it does not even belong to the category of magic.  But this may be a condition that can be exploited, even if Tomad does not understand what this kind of awe is about.  "Don Kaba." When Tomad spoke, his tone was as cold and solemn as possible, "You are the strongest roaring warrior of the Yewei tribe. Do you have the confidence to fight alone with the strongest warrior of the Barbarian Fang tribe?  "Dun Kaba's expression looked a little confused, "Of course I do," he replied, knocking on his chest, "No one in the Manya tribe can defeat Dun Kaba. Their Dun has been strangled to death by me."  Glancing in the direction pointed by Dun Kaba, there lay the body of a barbarian orc warrior. His head was violently twisted to his back, his arms were broken, and the gray-white broken bones were pierced out from the flesh and blood, which looked particularly strange.  shocking.  "He is Dun, but he is not the strongest warrior of the Manya tribe." Tomad replied calmly, "We live on the same sand dunes and breathe the same air. The God of March does not want to see brothers commit suicide.  Killing each other, enough blood has been shed now, why not choose a simpler way?What's the solution?  ¡± Kaba¡¯s face showed more obvious doubts, ¡°A simpler way?  He wiped the blood flowing from the corner of his broken mouth with his hand, "What method are you talking about?"  " "Fight alone, the winning side has everything.  Tomad raised his hands and made a gesture of punching each other with his fists. "You, Don Kaba, the strongest warrior of the Yewei tribe, do you have the courage to accept the challenge?"  "
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