At noon, the super huge chariot pulled by thirty-two sweat-blooded horses of the Great Wolf Lord finally appeared in the central square.
Under the totem sacred pillar, the Great Wolf Lord held up the wolf tooth bone staff that symbolized authority, raised his arms high, and enjoyed the cheers of all the people. The blood of the Barbarian King brought him the supreme glory.
And he was wearing a white wolf fur cloak and a whole bunch of wolf fangs around his neck. It is said that the wolf skin and wolf teeth were obtained by a descendant of the White Wolf God after he returned to the Immortal Heaven.
However, Jiang Fan did not see the legendary high priest. Is he still meditating in Tianqi Mountain?
Also, this Fuli Conference is not to select the best brave man in the entire grassland, but a competition for the younger generation, and the high priest may not be able to participate.
"... Citizens of Changshengtian, the White Wolf God is watching you. My young warriors, today is your battlefield to witness the birth of a new generation of God of War!"
After a lecture, and with an order from the Great Wolf Lord, the Fuli Conference finally began.
The person presiding over the conference is still the White Wolf God General, the first war god of the grassland, Batulu.
And when he announced the six major camps participating in the competition, although there were already rumors among the barbarians, the participation of the Qin people still caused huge controversy.
Finally, it’s Batulu who says, are we, the prairie warriors, afraid of the Qin people? Only then did he suppress the uproar of opposition.
In the customs of the grassland, personal bravery always takes the first place, so of course the first battle is a personal duel.
Although it was a little different from the previous games, the battle was changed to a melee, but this actually aroused the excitement of the barbarians.
Jiang Fan glanced at Montaigne: "Brother Meng, it's up to you."
Montaigne didn't say much. He took off the Daguandao from the victory hook with his backhand, gently lifted the reins, and the horse under his crotch made a soft sound as he stepped into the battlefield.
Today's Montaigne is wearing the treasure armor that Jiang Fan carefully crafted back then, with a crimson cloak on his shoulders, holding the Daguan Dao passed down from generation to generation by the Meng family in his hand, and riding a black sacred horse under his crotch. His tall and majestic figure and his calm eyes made him look like a general.
Even the barbarians secretly admired this style.
But that doesn't stop them from sarcastic and yelling.
Montaigne turned a deaf ear to all of them and just stared at the five opponents.
As soon as he entered the field, the six-man positioning became a little weird.
Montaigne is in the middle, and the other five people are surrounding him in the middle.
The closest one to him is Khulege in the east. In order to hide himself, Kurchi, a human being, even hid his own son, so that Khulege had no idea what was going on. Of course, he also showed great hostility to the Chinese people.
To the west is Qi Sha, the adopted son of King Hunxie. This guy still didn't take off his cloak, and there was an evil aura surrounding him. He didn't have a long weapon in his hand, but a huge sword, which was more than a foot long and more than a foot wide.
To the south is Du Lun, which is a little further away. After all, his best skill is archery. Today, Du Lun is holding a black iron bow in his hand. The bow is more than seven feet long and its body is like ink. The quiver on his back contains twenty-four white-feathered black iron arrows. It seems to be more than five feet long.
To the north is Morigen. Jiang Fan was also a little surprised that Mo Rigen actually went to battle five days later, and on horseback. Is his crotch okay?
wrong! Jiang Fan took a closer look and realized there was something wrong. First, this guy is hanging on the horse's back, and his crotch is not touching at all. Secondly, his face was pale and his eyes were full of resentment and hatred. No matter how you looked at it, he looked like he had hatred as deep as the sea.
They were both Condor Shooters, so in terms of distance, he was almost the same as Du Lun. In his hand is a large brass bow, and on his back is a quiver, which looks slightly smaller than the one in Dulun.
The farthest one is Battle.
This young man who has been rumored to be the first warrior of the young generation in the prairie finally wants to confirm his name today.
He was riding not a horse, but a very strange cow with a triangular head. The muscles are gnarled and the body is strong. But even though it is like a cow, its limbs are long and slender, and it is obviously very good at running.
This is probably the rumored Triangle Kui Niu, which is said to have the bloodline of the ancient mountain and sea beast Kui Niu. Its limbs are like a horse, its roar is like thunder, especially the three-foot long cone-like horn in the middle of its forehead, shining with sharp light.
This guy was born with a huge advantage on the mount.
In his hand was a huge black iron mace, with spikes more than an inch long shining with a cold luster. Looking at the weight, it is at least no less than three hundred kilograms.
The appearance of the five people drew cheers from the crowd, and among them one could still clearly hear——
Kill the Chinese!
Get rid of them!
This sound of rejection.
On the high platform, Princess Crescent Moon was sitting there, her slender fingers tightly clasping the armrests, her knuckles turning white, her face even more nervous.
She didn't care originally, since fate had already decided everything.
But after meeting Jiang Fan, everything changed. He hoped that the calm Chinese general would win, and she hoped to be able to control her own destiny. She wanted to show her mother in heaven that she was living a good life.
Therefore, as the spokesperson of the Wolf God, the saint of the grassland, she was actually shouting for the Chinese general in her heart.
Montaigne in the arena seemed to sense something. He raised his head and looked in the direction of the new moon, and met her bright and expectant eyes.
For some reason, Montaigne nodded imperceptibly.
Crescent Princess was stunned. Xiao Yuan next to her was pleasantly surprised. She approached her and whispered, "That mighty general has sensed you, Princess."
In fact, at that moment, the Crescent Princess also felt the Chinese general, and seemed to see his magnificent heart through his calm eyes. Like a goshawk soaring freely in the sky, the king of the sky looked down at the heroes with pride. , proud, but unexpectedly gentle and compassionate.
Xinyue's heart beat violently. For the first time, a man looked at her with such eyes...
"King Xiaoyao's general will definitely win, for sure!"
Madoka clenched her fists and her face turned red.
Xinyue stared blankly at the figure of the young general, and there seemed to be a voice in her heart——
Yes, young Chinese general, if you want to win, you must... you must win...
At this moment, the inspection of the six people has begun. According to the rules, they cannot wear any array devices or carry any pills. In other words, to prevent cheating.
The process was quick, and as the inspections were exhausted, it was the last item before the battle. The beautiful Crescent Princess toasted to the warriors.
The appearance of the Crescent Princess caused a huge sensation, and everyone cheered wildly, which shows the strength of her influence.
Even if it was New Moon's toast, the drinks would still have to be inspected, and only after they were ok, would they be given to the six powerful men one by one.
As they drank it all, the sound of huge horns resounded throughout the heaven and earth, and the drums rumbled like thunder.
