According to the rules of the "Game of the Bravehearts", being knocked out of the "Weapon Ring" meant failure.
Although the "Bear Slayer" was only bruised and swollen from the fall, he did not suffer any substantial damage.
But under the gaze of many witnesses, his face was bruised and red. After gritting his teeth for a long time, he could only kneel on one knee and lower his head to his opponent.
"Elephant Thrower, your valiance reminds me of the heroes who once glorified Turanze. Please allow me to fight alongside you in the upcoming journey. I will listen to your commands at all times and obtain supreme glory for our most ancient and common ancestral spirits!"
According to the rules, if there was no grudge, the victor should also show his magnanimity. "Bear Slayer, you are the strongest opponent I have ever seen in my life. You will also become my best comrade in the battle of glory. Then, let us fight side by side and challenge the Golden Clan. Unite all the armies in Turanze and march north, north, all the way north. Let the cowardly scoundrels of the Land of Holy Light once again tremble under the iron hooves of the warriors of Turanze!"
The witnesses also praised, "This is truly an unprecedented great battle. The ancestral spirits will definitely be happy for your bravery and give you their blessings!"
With such a happy ending, it could be considered a standard, classic, and textbook game of "The Game of the Brave."
Next, many of the witnesses would be itching to fight. They would jump into the Weapon Ring and issue challenges to other witnesses.
As for the two gladiators just now, they would become new witnesses and witness even more thrilling gladiatorial fights.
According to the rules, the loser would submit to the winner.
The victor would then modestly say that this was truly an arduous battle, and that he had expended a great deal of effort to barely subdue the loser.
The witnesses would use extravagant words to describe the intensity, grandeur, and danger of the battle. This way, they would minimize the embarrassment and frustration of the loser.
In the most ideal ending, the warriors of Turanze would become friends after a dozen rounds of the "Game of the Bravehearts". They would have a clear understanding of each other's strength.
If they were like-minded, they would drink and gamble and gradually form a close combat group. On the battlefield, they would challenge other combat groups.
When it came to the real battlefield, they could gather each other's resources and the slave warriors under their command. Then, they would immediately be able to form an effective and well-coordinated battle group.
When they returned to their respective families, names such as "Bear Slayer" and "Elephant Thrower" would also be spread, so that the warriors of Turanze Nation would know of such a person.
In the era of clans that lacked modern means of communication, this method of spreading word of mouth and getting to know each other through fighting might be the best way to quickly organize the millions of wild and untamed high-level orcs in the shortest amount of time.
This was probably why the ancestors of Turanze Nation played the "Game of the Bravehearts".
However, just like any rules, laws, and strategies, after a long period of erosion, as well as the process of infiltration from the highest level to the lowest level, layer by layer, would definitely be distorted and even become unrecognizable.
There was more than one way to play the Braveheart's Game.
The classic way of playing at the crossroads was to everyone's delight. It was only suitable for young warriors who came from the local area, did not have a strong background, and did not have any family interests or grudges. They simply wanted to make a name for themselves and make friends.
In order to fight for water sources, mineral veins, the habitat of totem beasts, and the Mandala Tree that could grow the highest grade Golden Fruit … Complicated grudges had been formed since thousands of years ago.
Once the warriors from opposing clans met on a narrow path, things would not end so simply.
Using Weapon Circle was the luckiest ending.
Broken tendons, broken bones, bleeding heads, and even brain matter bursting out. It was not uncommon for one to be beaten to death by the opponent using heavy techniques.
Once one stepped into the 'weapon ring' formed by sabers, spears, swords, halberds, axes, hammers, hooks, and tridents, one would have to disregard life and death. No matter how badly one lost or how heavy one's injuries were, the loser would have to admit defeat.
At most, with bloodshot eyes, they would send someone to challenge the winner for the second round.
To be fair, they would also have to provide the winner with enough totem beast flesh and secret medicine to recover his strength, and let the winner rest for a long time. At least, this was the only way to go under the watchful eyes of the witnesses.
In the depths of the shabby alleys that the clan warriors could not see.
There were people who disregarded all the rules and resorted to underhanded means, ambushing all the foolish prey within their line of sight.
Some people formed cliques and engaged in large-scale fights with mortal enemies who could not live under the same sky.
Some people were ambitious and longed to rob other people's totem armor so that their own armor could be upgraded, evolved, and strengthened.
Some people did manage to grab quite a few broken pieces of totemic armor and melted them into their own totemic armor eagerly. However, they could not bear the overwhelming totemic power and the memories of the brutal battles that had happened thousands of years ago.
Their mental defenses were crushed by the totemic power, and their bodies of flesh and blood were hijacked by the totemic armor, turning them into monsters that seemed to be a combination of flesh and metal and were still wriggling and cramping crazily. In the form of 'Warriors of Origins', they wandered on the streets and alleys of Black Corner City and attacked all the living creatures that their killing intent caught.
In order to control and rob these Origin Warriors and make them the secret weapons of their clans, countless rich clans sent their most elite forces to search for and rob the Origin Warriors.
Battles between totem warriors and Origin Warriors.
Battles between experts from different clans to rob the Origin Warriors.
In these battles, new and old grudges were recalled, and new battles were born.
It was as if secret medicine had been added to fuel Black Corner City, which was already burning fiercely in the first place.
Just like that, after only one day and one night, many places in Black Corner City had been blown into ruins that were covered in blood and rotten flesh by the Blood Hoof Warriors with infinite strength.
In the entire Black Corner City, other than the temples of the rich clans, the arenas, the camps where the outsiders lived, and the slums where the rat people lived, most of the areas had turned into enormous, high-speed, and never-ending arenas or meat grinders.
Meat and bones were minced.
Dregs that were covered in the stench of blood called "glory" were spurted out.
All the weak had fled to the temples, the arenas, the slums, and the sewage pipes that were as complicated as a maze under the ground of the city.
Those who still dared to swagger through the streets were not the noble warriors, but the cruel and merciless ones.
They had at least three to five lives on their backs, and they even had fangs that they had plucked from their opponents' mouths hanging on their waists. They were the real experts.
At that moment, Black Corner City had turned into a paradise for the strong and a heaven for the brave.
A trump card like Hailstorm was like a fish in water in this paradise of the brave.
Since last night, she had left the Blood Skull Coliseum with her Mithril Shredder to "hunt".
But Meng Chao ran into a small problem.
Of course, he would not stay in the Blood Skull Coliseum and wait for death.
The Game of the Brave was a heaven-sent chance for him to fish in troubled waters and loot a burning house.
He could not wait to sneak into the depths of the alleys and experience the customs of Turanze.
But the problem now was that he had placed the fragment of the totem armor he had snatched from Big Buck in a hidden, abandoned sewage pipe under the rat people's residential area.
But now, the rat people's residential area had turned into a battlefield for two groups of warriors to engage in a large-scale fight …
"Are you kidding me?"
Meng Chao had a hooded cloak over his shoulders and an ebony mask over his face. He hid in the shadows in a corner and stared at the minotaurs and boar-people who were fighting fiercely against each other. He looked like he was looking at a group of brats who could not control their desire to destroy.
God knows how much effort it took him to avoid those clan warriors who had gone berserk.
It seemed that from the moment the smoke was lit and the war drums were beaten, all the clan warriors had gone mad. They were more or less affected by the totem power, and their attacks had increased by several times.
Meng Chao did not want to be entangled by a group of heavily armored warriors without the totem armor.
The location he had chosen was perfect.
It was at the edge of the slums where the rat people lived.
The rat people who lived here seemed to be "scavengers".
It was to the point that the slums stank, and there was a suspicious fog lingering in the air all day long.
Such a filthy place was not liked by the clan masters, and few powerful warriors would come here.
Even if Meng Chao really had an accident during the process of putting on the totem armor and leaked out a little bit of totem power, he did not have to worry about being discovered by the powerful warriors.
Once he successfully absorbed the totem armor into his body, he had the capital to participate in a higher level game. Meng Chao could also ask the "scavengers" about the children of Colored Luo Village.
If he was lucky, he might find a few children of Colored Luo Village here.
Who knew that when he took the risk to cross half of Black Corner City, he would find that this place had become a playground for the clan warriors.
Perhaps it was because there were not many powerful warriors in this area, and there were no nosy people who would jump out to be "witnesses".
Only then could they be unrestrained by any rules and fight, destroy, kill, and destroy without any scruples. They could vent their burning animalistic nature to their heart's content, right?
When more than one hundred wild boars and bulls swung their spiked maces and morningstar hammers and danced around the entrance of the abandoned drainage pipe, how was Meng Chao supposed to pass through the shadows of weapons and crawl into the drainage pipe to get his totem armor?
It had to be known that the highly intelligent ancestors of the high-grade orcs had left behind a sufficiently developed drainage pipe system under the city.
But after thousands of years of corrosion, many of the areas underground that had not been maintained for a long time had collapsed and were blocked.
Even the areas that were still maintained were becoming weaker and were in danger.
Meng Chao looked at the intersecting cracks on the ground caused by the spiked maces and morningstar hammers. The area was getting bigger, and the cracks were getting wider. Meng Chao suspected that if the wild boars and bulls continued fighting, there was a high possibility that the entire ground would collapse and bury the totem armor he had placed under the ruins.
Finally, Earthlings reached the one thousand chapter mark. Roar! I'm throwing flowers to celebrate. I'm thankful to all my brothers and sisters who support me. I'm thankful! I'm touched!
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