As soon as the order was given, the warriors of the Cut Bone clan immediately drew their weapons and surrounded them from both sides of the platform.
No matter how confident Osha appeared, there were only four of them in the end.
With such a small number of people, they could not even control the territory of their own half of the field. When the twenty-two people completed the encirclement, Osha would fall into the predicament of being attacked from both sides.
As warriors who lived by dueling, they had no scruples in such a life-and-death battle. From the moment they stepped onto the platform, they had already dedicated their lives to the Three Gods.
This was a fight for power, but also a fight to please the gods.
Then they heard a melancholic song.
Drow Silvermoon's song instantly drowned out the roar of the ground fire and the roar of the Styx River.
The song was ethereal and sweet, as if it came from the distant sky. However, it contained a strong sense of loss, pain, and mourning. Anyone who heard it could not help but want to cry.
The Cut Bone Warriors could not help but stop in their tracks.
"No... stop!"
"What... are you doing?"
"Stop! You're desecrating the Holy Land!"
"Traitors!"
"I'll kill you!"
The expressions of the onlookers suddenly changed. Some pointed at the Cut Bone clan and shouted abuse, while others covered their faces and cried, as if they had encountered something extremely sad.
Thuram could not believe his eyes!
He saw the Cut Bone warriors turn around and kill their own clansmen. In the blink of an eye, the platform was splashed with hot blood. Scimitars pierced through intestines, and heads rolled off the platform one by one. Their faces were still full of shock and disbelief. Together with the melancholic song, it was as if they were narrating the shocking massacre.
However, it was only for a short moment.
When he blinked again, the tragic scene in front of him disappeared without a trace. The 22 warriors were still moving forward, but their steps were much slower.
They could not help it. The clansmen behind them were supposed to be their strongest support and spiritual sustenance. They had risked their lives for their clans and won power, and their clansmen had cheered for them and regarded them as heroes. But now, the situation was completely reversed. The cries and curses of their clansmen made them feel bewildered. Even the other clans in charge of Iron Sand City glared at them, as if they had committed some unforgivable crime.
Warriors were not afraid of powerful enemies, but they could not ignore the reprimand of their brothers and sisters.
Was this the power of Osha Princess?
But … how was that possible? It was not that Thuram had never seen a power that could manipulate people's minds. For example, Kaba of the Sandstone clan was a powerful divine lady with a similar ability. However, he had never heard of a divine lady being able to make this kind of illusory power go beyond the range of ten steps! He touched the God's Stone of Retaliation hanging around his neck and looked at the place where his new master, Drow Silvermoon, was standing far more than ten steps away from the platform. Was it really because of her singing that those half-naked people, who were obviously not wearing God's Stones, were crying bitterly?
He believed that the Cut Bone Warrior had the same question.
In a duel, this hesitation was fatal.
Everything happened in an instant.
The moment they slowed down, Andrea made the first move.
She did not take off the short bow on her back. Instead, she pulled out an arrow and threw it at the nearest duelist.
Perhaps it was because they were affected by the situation outside the arena, or because their opponents did not have bows and thus lowered their vigilance, the Cut Bone Warriors did not immediately block the arrows. When they saw the arrowheads, which were no different from arrows leaving the bowstring, flying straight at them, it was too late to dodge.
The four arrows were no less powerful than a shot from a fully drawn bow!
Each arrow pierced through the right side of the target's collarbone and lodged in the bone, rendering the dominant hand that held the sword unable to exert any strength. As a result, the four duelists completely lost the ability to fight.
A gap suddenly appeared in the encirclement.
The song that reverberated on the high platform suddenly changed from the previous mournful tune to an impassioned and sonorous one. Every beat of the drum seemed to be pounding on the heart, making people's blood boil uncontrollably!
Ashes's figure was like a dark shadow. She once again demonstrated her unreasonable strength. Even though she was carrying a giant hammer and a wooden shield, her footsteps were still as smooth as flowing water. She blocked with her left hand and swung the hammer with her right. No one could withstand a single blow from her. Moreover, she did not use the hammer head to smash people into pieces. Instead, she held the hammer handle horizontally and dashed around the stage. Soon, six or seven people fell to the ground at her feet.
The Cut Bone Warriors, who had the advantage in numbers, were in a dilemma.
If they continued to split up and surround the encirclement from both sides, they would not be able to bypass Ashes and fill the gap on the other side. Just this process alone would make it difficult for them to catch their breath. Even if they blocked their bodies with shields, their feet would still be pierced by the arrows that seemed to have grown eyes. As for the God's Stone arrows that they hurriedly shot out, not only did they not pose a threat to Andrea, but the God's Stone that fell to the ground would also be crushed by Iron Axe, who was acting as a bodyguard. After all, the God's Stone was a precious object that was worth dozens of Golden Dragon coins!
If they stopped surrounding the Cut Bone Warriors, they would lose their advantage in numbers.
"Everyone, gather around me!"
Seeing that they could not go on like this, one of the warriors roared and gathered the remaining dozen or so people around him. At this point in the battle, everyone could see that although Ashes's declaration was extremely arrogant, so far no one had died.
If she wanted to kill someone, no one would be able to stop her hammer.
Every warrior was a valuable asset to a clan. Her decision had won the respect of all the spectating clans, including the Cut Bone Duelists. They were not afraid of sacrifice and were willing to give up their lives for the sacred duel. However, it had to be meaningful, not mindless deaths. Mother Earth was not a murderer. She praised courage and strength, but she did not want to see fearless deaths.
The warriors sheathed their weapons and lined up in a row. They stretched out their hands in front of them. Their intention was self-evident.
"Heh."
With a relaxed smile, Ashes dropped her wooden shield, raised her long-handled hammer, and rushed toward the crowd.
The two forces collided fiercely!
"Oh!"
"Come on!"
"Hold on!"
There was a cacophony of shouts from the spectator stand, but no clan was mentioned. It was as if the outcome of the duel was no longer important. All people wanted to see was a battle of courage! The spectators, who had been crying a moment ago, now clenched their fists and stared unblinkingly at the center of the high platform. Thuram, however, did not find it strange at all. The drumbeats on the stage were getting louder and louder, like a horn urging the crowd to march forward bravely. Every audience was excited, as if they were not spectators but participants in this sacred duel!
At this moment, Ashes's upper body was stretched into a straight line, and her legs were bent forward and backward. She was in a deadlock with the dozen or so Cut Bone Warriors. The muscles on her arms formed a perfect arc, which was the best interpretation of strength and beauty.
However, this was not a duel between one person and the entire clan.
When Iron Axe, Andrea, and Drow Silvermoon joined the duel, the balance was broken.
The four of them slowly pushed the dozen or so people forward, approaching the edge of the high platform step by step. Every step they took caused a commotion among the spectators. Thuram could not help shouting and waving his arms.
After a period of climbing, the music finally reached its climax.
The forward footsteps finally merged with the drumbeats. The Cut Bone Warriors were no longer able to resist. The four of them roared in unison and pushed the dozen or so people behind Iron Axe off the high platform!
The music stopped abruptly at the same time, but the stirring aftertaste continued to reverberate in everyone's ears, lingering for a long time...
"The winner is the Osha clan!"
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