Chapter 283 Utama
Outside the north gate of Harrogath, there was a crowd of people.
"Will, you will stay among us later, and you must not run around." Gerrera looked at the barbarians who were full of fierce aura, and his expression was very solemn.
In less than a month, he and Ultado worked together to give Will some special training, which also improved his level. But after all, the time was too short, and Will did not absorb too much magic energy in the team mode, and now he is only level 25. This level is barely enough to move with the large army.
Will also knew that his strength was not up to par, and he completely accepted Gerrera's advice. Although the blood of the Immortal King is noble, in Harrogath, where strength is respected, there is only a little respect left. Otherwise, his parents would not have passed away so early. He is very self-aware of this.
In the traditional activity of the barbarians, Utama, respect is just a thin window paper, and anyone can pierce it with a finger. Looking at the barbarians participating in this Utama, which one is not a strong man who has fought through the mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Except for Will, the lowest level has reached at least level 45. Barbarians below this level are only worthy of being spectators.
"Relax." Hurtado is obviously better at guiding others' emotions than Gerrera. He carelessly embraced Will, completely ignoring the angry eyes around him, raised his two-handed sword and gestured to the contestants, grinning and saying: "Except for my team and Gerrera's team, they are all a bunch of ****."
Affected by Hurtado's arrogant attitude, Will instantly straightened his chest. The unruly nature in the barbarian's blood was also stimulated. However, Hurtado's move was a double-edged sword.
"Hurtado, what did you say!" A barbarian whose figure and body shape were no less than Gerrera and Hurtado carried a huge axe and walked out of the crowd, without any intention of giving in.
"Uta, I said you are a bunch." Hurtado laughed grimly, left Will, raised his two-handed sword and pointed it directly at the barbarian named Uta: "If you don't accept it, let's fight first. Whoever loses is the one who is raised."
Uta is also a leader of the barbarian tribe in recent years, and his reputation can be said to be no less than Hurtado. If it were in the past, Hurtado would not want to fight him. But with the full vitality recovery potion provided by Lan Wu, he was not worried about losing at all.
In his heart, only barbarians who are not afraid of death are real barbarians. In contrast, Will needs to adapt to the bloody battlefield as soon as possible. This is the key. Otherwise, he is not sure whether he can bring Will back alive, even with the assistance of Gerrera's powerful team.
"Fight if you want." Uta is worthy of being a leader of the barbarian tribe. He is also irritable. He immediately swung his giant axe and strode over.
"Stop." Gerrera shouted violently, waved his hand, and the blade of the bone crusher sank deeply into the ground between the two people. Almost at the same time, Weiss and the other four close friends who had grown up together immediately grabbed their weapons and formed a human wall in front of Hurtado.
"Grera, do you want to compete with me too?" Uta's face was gloomy. Although he did not admit it, his eyes unconsciously glanced back and forth between Hurtado and Grera. It doesn't matter if it's one Hurtado or one Grera, but if the two of them come together, I'm afraid I'll be in danger. Besides, these two teams are also one of the most powerful teams in the entire Harrogath.
When Grera stood up, the other barbarians who couldn't stand Hurtado's provocation quieted down. Utama was about to start, and there was really no need to fight these two in advance. Grera's team was fine, at most there were only five people. But Hurtado's team was different. In addition to the dozen or so barbarians participating in the competition, there were more than 30 high-level professionals who came to cheer for their captain. The captain was besieged, and these people would certainly not be satisfied with being a spectator. Even if everyone joins together, they may not be the opponents of these two teams. Comparing the two, of course, it is better to swallow this breath first and settle the score later.
"Don't come to cause trouble." Gerrera, as always, upholds the barbarian's sturdiness. He pulls out the bone crusher blade that is three feet deep in the ground with one hand, without even looking at Uta and others, and takes Weiss and the other four back to Will's side.
Hurtado also stopped when he saw the good. After all, the reckless provocation just now was just to let Will eliminate the tension in his heart. Since Will has restored the barbarian's demeanor, there is no need to do it. After all, only three bottles of full vitality potion were obtained. It is a profit to save it.
Uta's face was uncertain. According to the tradition of the barbarians, of course, the provocation of Hurtado and Gerrera must be fearlessly rushed over and fought hard. But the reason of being the captain for many years told him that this was definitely not the right choice. At this moment, the crowd made another noise, which attracted his attention. He looked back and his face became even gloomier.
A team walked into the venue.
"Sisildin, this is our traditional activity of barbarians, why bring them in." Uta raised the giant axe and pointed it directly at the team behind Sisildin.
This team was not made up of barbarians. In addition to Sisildin, there was not even a second barbarian in the team of fifty people. Not only Uta, but also Hurtado, Gerrera and other barbarians glared at this unruly team.
"Who stipulated that it is not allowed to find outsiders as helpers?" Sisildin was not afraid of the angry eyes of the barbarians at all, and grinned cruelly: "They are all helpers I found, and the results are only counted for me. What's wrong with this?"
Uta was speechless. Indeed, there has never been a rule for thousands of years that prohibits finding outsiders as helpers. But this is a customary rule and a tradition of the barbarians. Every barbarian should abide by it.
As soon as Sisildin finished speaking, the participating barbarians on the scene instantly divided into two distinct groups. I don't know who whistled first, and dozens of professionals immediately walked out of the surrounding professionals and joined the side headed by Sisildin. It's just that there are so many people that it's hard to tell which team called for foreign aid.
Seeing that there are more professionals joining, the barbarians on Uta's side suddenly became agitated. Sisildin is obviously deliberately destroying the tradition of the barbarians. This makes them, the barbarians who insist on tradition, particularly unacceptable.
"You want to compare the number of people, right?" Hurtado grinned and raised his hand to call out the players who were watching nearby. Just as he raised his hand, he was pressed down by Gerrera.
"Don't forget that this is Utama." Gerrera's face was gloomy, and his eyes clearly contained endless anger. He certainly knew that Sisildin was building momentum for his father Hardingson, who currently had a certain amount of power. Once Hurtado called the players, the father and son would have a reason to change the previously agreed rules of Utama this time, so that other professionals could also join in.
"Don't let me run into this bastard outside." Hurtado spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground angrily and suppressed his anger.
At this time, a loud voice suddenly exploded above the crowd: "Quiet."