The tribe’s fifteen-year warrior recruitment meeting is now in full swing.

It was a festival for the entire tribe, and it was also the opportunity he had been waiting for for a long time.

As long as he wins this recruitment selection, he will be able to gain more rights with the recognition of more people.

A few tents, a few warriors, dozens of mounts, and even a tribe of hundreds of people.

These rewards are there waiting for him to get them, and the people here are also waiting for his arrival. Under his leadership, they will emerge from the era of barbarism and ignorance hundreds of years ahead of schedule.

The cold wind outside the tower is still howling, and the last charm of the winter goddess lingers.

Under the blowing wind and snow, Calvin's figure became smaller and smaller in the vast white wasteland...

Cang!

With the dirty sword in the hand of Mars, the son of the tribe leader (half-hand sword, that is, the length of the sword body is one and a half hands. Because it is neither a one-handed sword nor a two-handed sword, it is called the dirty sword because of its specifications).

Fei, this battle witnessed by the leaders of the tribal alliance has also come to an end.

Calvin held the sword in one hand and looked calm. It was as if he was not the one who just cut Mars down in front of him.

But the facts are facts, and the silence of the herdsmen around them and the solemn expressions of the leaders on the high platform are proof that it is true.

This is in line with Calvin's expectations and is part of his plan.

In primitive and barbaric tribal culture, whoever controls violence owns everything.

This is Calvin's plan, to defeat the opponents along the way as much as possible with thunderous gestures, so that the people watching the battle can understand his martial arts and power to the greatest extent.

Strength is violence, and violence is power.

This is the unchangeable truth that people of this era have discovered after going through the test of iron and blood.

It is also the most original reason for the birth of rights in the context of this era.

Under such violent suppression, Calvin did not need to pin his hopes on the ruler on a high platform, he was enough to use his prestige to win over a group of people.

Of course, he doesn't want to get to that point either.

The leaders on the high platform remained silent.

Their gazes subtly converged on the old Lucas, who had remained silent in the center right.

The old man did not give them a chance to watch the fun. He immediately stood up and took the lead in confirming the legitimacy of Calvin's victory in the context of his eldest son's failure.

Everyone on the sidelines cheered when they heard the sound, unaware of the details and background.

Their noisy voices spread from the audience to the stage. Against the background of the already somewhat distorted sounds, everyone looked at Lucas strangely.

The chief of the Stormrage tribe in the wasteland next door was the first to stand up.

The voice coming out of his burly body covered in Kraken fur was so rich that it was too loud to ask the old man, making the leader next to him frown.

"Old man, are you confused? Or are you saying you don't want your son to take over?"

In fact, he also understood that under such circumstances, the results obtained so easily were extremely difficult to deny.

But after all, if the matter falls on his head, it is really hard to say whether he can admit defeat so simply...

"What if?"

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Under the strange atmosphere, old Lucas slowly picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip of the steaming tea.

Then, under the gaze of everyone, he responded to the chief of Stormrage:

"What else? Deny the results of this sacred contest? And then, against the suspicion of the entire tribe, hand over the power to a loser who can't keep it, just because he is my son?"

This water seemed not enough to moisten his throat. He took another sip of hot water and said:

"And then make the entire tribe uneasy? Then give you an opportunity to rob my hunting grounds and annex my tribe?"

"Shit! Don't even think about it!"

The old man put the water glass on the table. The amiable disguise finally faded away, and he looked around at the neighbors with dangerous eyes like an old wolf:

"Immortality is in the sky! Even if I were buried in the ground, I wouldn't be able to give you guys a chance!"......

Under the subtle attitude of everyone, the tribal celebration and selection finally came to an end.

Calvin himself, accompanied by the leaders, raised the Sulu ingot symbolizing his authority and bravery under the stone pillar symbolizing the Immortal Heaven (Emperor).

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