Chapter 610: The Ancestral Spirit Arrives

Due to the scarcity of their books, most of the various inheritances are oral traditions, and some require more empiricism.

Coupled with the fact that young people are irritable and like to use brute force to solve problems, the chances of wise men appearing among them are almost zero.

Most of the wise men are found among the older Kentana barbarians, and over time, in the minds of many Kentana barbarians, old age has become associated with wise men.

Those older Kentana barbarians are usually very respected. Even if there is no direct descendant, other Kentana barbarians will compete to support them as long as they have the spare power. ,give opinions.

However, limited by the extreme living environment of the Kentana Ice Field, the Kentana barbarians are very likely to die when they get old and frail.

Old Kentana barbarians are usually very rare. Once there are, they should not be underestimated, because they not only have rich experience, but may even be one of the best warriors when they are young.

Undoubtedly, this was the case with Chief Pray.

When he was young, he was once known as the number one warrior of the Kentana savages. Although he came from a hunting tribe, he was one of the rare whale hunting warriors, not just one, but three in total.

There is an element of luck in hunting a giant whale.

If more than two were hunted, it was not simply luck, but also bravery and skill.

Bravery, fame and wisdom, Chief Prescott has everything. When the catastrophe of nature strikes and the whole Kentana barbarians are in a life and death dilemma, the Kentana barbarians gather around him and rely on his wisdom It is a matter of course to survive this unprecedented disaster.

He is the first chief of the hunting tribe.

It's just that this catastrophe is too special. Whether it's the knowledge handed down by the Kentana barbarians or his own, there is no experience in this area, and there is nothing to rely on.

When the number of Kentana barbarians under his command exceeds a certain level, the number one wise man of the Kentana barbarians is also in a hurry, with various problems emerging one after another, and now he is on the verge of falling apart.

"Chief Prey, the only condition for Chief Yar to agree to join forces is to regard him as king and obey his orders." An equally majestic and mighty Kentana barbarian said in a muffled voice.

"Shameless, we sincerely invite him for the survival and future of the Kentana people, but he proposed such a shameless condition. My king, first win me in the battle of glory, I want to see if he is qualified to be called the number one warrior." Before Chief Pray could speak, another Kentana barbarian couldn't bear it. He jumped into a rage, and his roar echoed throughout the camp.

Even among the savages of Kentana, this person belongs to the majestic category, like a humanoid tower mountain, nearly three meters tall, bare-armed, as if he doesn't feel the cold, his arms are thicker than the waist of ordinary people , full of raised muscle bumps.

In terms of face shape, it is 40 to 50% similar to Chief Pray. It is obvious that the two parties have a direct blood relationship. This person is the bravest of Chief Pray's many sons-Scott.

This is another reason why Prey can sit firmly in the top spot of nomadic tribes, with many children and grandchildren.

Under normal circumstances, when these children and grandchildren became adults, they left the tribe one after another to find their own way out.

It was this cataclysm that brought them back together to Chief Pray.

Family and ancestors are the most important concepts of Kentana barbarians, and this kind of bond is the strongest.

Before challenging Chief Pray's dominance, his many sons must be defeated.

"Scott." Chief Prey snorted and stopped his son's irritable behavior. There was not much anger on his face, but there was a light of wisdom, "If Chief Yar has the ability to feed all Kentana He wants the name of king, so what's the point of giving it to him?"

When he was young, Chief Pray also had a big dream, wanting to unify the entire Kentana Icefield and become the king of all Kentana barbarians.

Now half of his dream has been realized, but he finds that he has no ability to govern and feed them. This is the most ironic thing.

"Father……"

"The Chief..."

The Kentana barbarian leaders of the safari tribe spoke out one after another. They obviously did not want to be overwhelmed by the sea hunter tribe who smelled like fish. belongs to their territory.

It was because of their arrival that they were dragged into a desperate situation without food.

Now they not only want to occupy their land, but also sit on top of their heads.

Chief Pray waved his hand and said: "I know what I'm doing, but you have also seen the situation of our tribe. Continuing to stalemate with Chief Yar and the others will only drag the two sides into the abyss of death. We must unite and go south to enter In the endless mountains, look for more prey and food to survive this crisis."

"We can do this with our own strength, why do we have to join forces with that bastard Yar? Could it be that my father still thinks that those thin and weak dwarves can't fight against the brave Kentana?" Scott looked puzzled. asked the solution.

"Don't underestimate those southerners. Their bodies are not as strong as ours, but they have smart heads and dexterous hands that we don't have. They can not only create extremely strong cities, but also create powerful weapons for hunting giant beasts. , the ancestors of our Kentana people were enslaved and driven to the ice sheet.”

Chief Prey said with a solemn expression, "Many tribes were attacked by those southerners last year, and many powerful Kentana warriors were also not spared. We don't even know who those southerners are. No matter how powerful they are, I don’t know how many people they have. If I have no choice, I don’t want to lead my people into a mountain that I don’t understand, because I don’t know how many people I can bring back..."

"So, you are no longer qualified to be the king of Kentana, because you have too many concerns." A rough voice interrupted Chief Pray.

A Kentana barbarian opened the curtain of the tent and came in. His figure was equally majestic and scary, even though the Kentana barbarian's tent was always tall, because he came in, it seemed a bit narrow.

"Al..." Scott jumped up suddenly, his eyes were burning with fire, "You are so brave, you dare to come here."

The Kentana barbarians who just came in are none other than the chief of the sea hunting tribe, Yar, they just talked about.

"What? Are you going to use shameless means to detain me?" Chief Yar laughed and said, "If you do this, it would be too embarrassing for the ancestors. If you want to launch a battle of glory, I am always with you."

"I……"

"Scott!" Chief Prey also stood up, interrupting Scott's intention to launch a challenge, and said solemnly, "Just because Chief Yar can come here in person, I feel ashamed, I just want to To become the king of the Kentana people is not up to us, but to win the approval of all Kentana people and pass the test of the king, which requires more than bravery."

"I've said it all, Chief Pray, you really think too much." Chief Yar shook his head and said, "Our situation can't help but hesitate, no matter what is waiting for us ahead, we can only rush forward. Staying here can only wait for death."

"So, Chief Yar agrees to the union of the two tribes?" Chief Prey showed a hint of joy.

"This is a matter that is beneficial to both parties. Why should I refuse? The power of the two tribes united is always stronger than the separation. As for the matter of the king, it is better to wait until the tribe finds a chance to decide. " Chief Yar suggested.

"It couldn't be better." Chief Pray said excitedly, "Bring me the whalebone wine I treasured, and I want to drink with Chief Yar to celebrate."

The two chiefs of the Kentana barbarian tribe who were still fighting to death this summer had to sit together to discuss the future of the Kentana barbarians for the survival and continuation of the entire race.

The whalebone wine that Chief Prey asked for had just arrived, and before it could be unsealed, a young Kentana barbarian rushed in and said with a look of urgency, "Father, father, father, it's not good... Oh no……"

The appearance of this Kentana barbarian is also somewhat similar to that of Chief Prey. This is his other son Odis. Very immature, obviously he has not yet fully grown up.

Although Otis is the youngest son of Chief Pray, he is his favorite one, because the other party not only inherited his strong physique, but also inherited his wisdom.

Although he is not very old, he has a maturity and stability that his peers do not have.

No, to be more precise, most Kentana barbarians will not have his maturity and stability throughout their lives. In this regard, his brother Scott, who is nearly two rounds older than him, cannot compare.

That's why Chief Prey asked Otis to be the forward of the nomadic tribe. This kind of work requires a bold and careful person.

The Kentana barbarians have never lacked for bold warriors, but they lacked for careful and patient ones.

Everyone in the world knows that the Kentana savages advocate force, but if they have a deep understanding of their ethnic culture, they know that they are not hungry for wisdom, and they never give high respect and importance to those who have wisdom.

It's just their cultural inheritance and their own characteristics that determine that the chances of producing wise men and scholars among them are too small.

Odis, who used to bring the pride of Chief Pray, performed so poorly in front of his old opponent, Chief Yar, which made him feel very ashamed, furious, and angrily shouted: "How do I teach you on weekdays? Don't be alarmed or confused, deal with it calmly, don't see that I am entertaining distinguished guests, step back, and talk about it later."

"No...no...can't wait." Otis took a few breaths in a row, before letting his scattered breath from running wildly even out, turning a deaf ear to Chief Pray's reprimand, and continued, "Zu Spirit! The ancestor spirit is here! The ancestor spirit is here!"

"My dear brother, have you spent too much energy on women recently, why are you so tired?" Scott stepped forward and put his arms around Otis' shoulders, teasing him while pushing him away, " What ancestor spirit is here? What nonsense are you talking about? Obey your father's order and get out quickly, and you can't let your nonsense now."

Scott has complaints about Chief Prey's preference, and this is the best time to make use of it.

"Let me go!" Otis shook his shoulders, shook off Scott's thick arm from his body, and raised his voice, "What I said is true, the ancestral spirit is here, it is really the ancestral spirit coming gone."

"You're still in good spirits, get out of here." Scott's face darkened, and he felt humiliated when he was contradicted in public. His big hand like a cattail fan grabbed Otis and was about to throw him out forcibly. .

Otis dodged in a hurry. Once Scott caught him, he would definitely have no good fruit for him. He knew very well that his big brother didn't like him.

This is obviously not an easy task. Although Scott is huge, he is not bloated. Once he makes a move, he is fast, accurate, and ruthless. The title of the number one warrior of the nomadic tribe is not given for nothing. Why? Seeing Chief Yar looking eager to try?

It was because he had always been dissatisfied. After all, the number one warrior of the Kentana barbarians that the other party had always called was half a chip higher than his title as the number one warrior of the nomadic tribe. Before he had fought against him, he had What qualifications do you call that?

Snapped!

Another big hand stretched out and shook Scott's big hand firmly.

"What? Chief Yar really thinks he is the king of the Kentana people? Are you going to meddle in our housework?" Scott's big face kept throbbing, anger and war raged, "Just right, let me try , Are you worthy of the title of Kentana's number one warrior?

On the arm as thick as a bucket, snake-like blue veins protruded, and with the twitching of the muscles, the strength began to surge wildly.

It was none other than Yar, the chief of the Sea Hunting Tribe, who shot to stop Scott.

"If this is just your simple housework, I really shouldn't intervene, but this young man just mentioned the ancestral spirit. This is a matter for the entire Kentana people. Chief Scott wants to compete. We will have a lot of opportunities in the future Why don't you let this young man finish his sentence? What do you mean by the ancestor spirit coming?" Chief Yar said with a smile on his face.

As Scott continued to increase his strength, the animal skin clothes on his body also bulged.

Obviously, under the pressure brought by Scott, Chief Yar is not as relaxed as he appears.

In terms of pure strength, there is not that big gap between the two.

"Scott." Chief Prey yelled angrily, "Have you messed around enough? If you mess around again, don't blame me for kicking you out."

"Hmph!" Scott snorted, and finally took the initiative to withdraw his strength.

Chief Yar, who was passive in the fight, was also unwilling to provoke troubles in the opponent's home court, so he also took the initiative to withdraw his strength and said with a smile: "Since Chief Scott wants to compete, how about waiting until we lead the tribe through this crisis?" Regardless of whether it's wrestling or the battle of glory in front of the ancestors, I promise, if there is no way to defeat Chief Scott, I have no face to call the Kentana king."

"Okay!" Scott laughed loudly, "Cheap, since the chief is a cool person, I didn't continue to be a villain."

The flames of war that were about to ignite between the two were forcibly suppressed just like that.

"Since the chief is interested, let's listen together. I apologize for my son's impulsive behavior." Chief Prey said to Chief Yar stiffly.

Obviously, he was a little displeased with Chief Yar's initiative to interfere with their tribe's affairs.

"It's me who should apologize. I was reckless just now. They are the children of the chief. How could the chief allow them to hurt each other?" Chief Yar said with a smile.

Being able to unite the scattered sea hunting tribes into one group, Chief Yar did not rely on bravery, and his grasp of worldly sophistication was far higher than that of ordinary Kentana barbarians.

His obedience eased the atmosphere significantly.