The Gothic City, on the edge of the territory, combines three different civilizations, tribes, empires and alliances.

In order to avoid shocking the world, Yang Dashuan asked Iverson to find an open space in the city with the Komodo beast. After relocating everyone, Yang Dashuan led three girls to the street.

Because it is located on the border, Gothic City, which has experienced countless baptisms of war, showed an indescribable sense of vicissitudes to everyone.

The houses that looked extremely delicate in the distance were covered with traces left by war.

As one of the three major battlefields of the counterattack of the Bemon tribe and the Elf Empire fifty years ago, it still stands tall even after fifty years. Because it is troubled by the indigenous people all year round, even the folk customs here seem extremely fierce. Noisy vendors and bargaining customers often fight whenever they have disagreements.

There are talks everywhere about the "Ten Years" held by the church this time.

Judging from the number of participants announced by the official, it has surprised all the alliance humans.

Mag was right.

This time the tribe only has one priest who came to participate in the "Ten Years". It is said that the rank and title are not bad, and he has reached a senior title. The speed of singing war songs is as fast as that of a bard!

As for the Elf Empire, there were not a total of ten people, only three people.

In addition to Xiangshuai, a grassland elf, there is also a high noble Naga elves and a druid of the subordinate tribe.

The appearance of the Naga elves made people feel very excited. It seemed that since the end of the last plane war, Naga has disappeared from the vision of the mainland. The existing Naga in the Nanyao Forest does not even exceed ten figures.

What puzzled everyone was that the alliance had gathered ten people.

"What's the big deal if you've gotten together ten people?" Yang Dashuan muttered.

For Lao Yang, it would be nothing to drag two people from the street to participate in the competition.

This sentence attracted Joan of Arc to roll his eyes for a while.

"You, you don't know anything." Leren chuckled and pointed at Yang Dashuan's forehead. "Do you think these ten places are so easy to collect? Why do you think everyone can participate in such a competition that covers the entire continent? First of all, this place can only be allocated to young talents under the age of 20, and these people must exceed a certain level of strength and be recognized by their forces."

Yang Dashuan raised his eyebrows. "So, do I already belong to the church's power?"

Joan of Arc shook his head. "No, the church never appoints any personnel to participate in the "Ten Years" competition, but it has a recommended quota. I wonder who my dad has squeezed out the quota because of you?"

Alice chuckled.

This smile made Lao Yang depressed for a while.

Indeed, he didn't know anything, and no one said anything.

"How to arrange the process of the competition?" Yang Dashuan quickly pretended to be a student and humbly asked for advice.

The 'Ten Years' competition process is often composed of four parts, first of which is auditions. However, this part is usually decided by the public, and after the personnel are determined, it will enter the first round of knockout round. Since there may be differences in the number of participants, the intersections from different forces will be determined by the judges or relevant personnel in advance.

The elimination form often starts with a one-on-one challenge mode.

As for too many members of the league this year, the church has already made a statement, and this year's knockout round may be cancelled and will directly enter the round-robin tournament.

The third part of the round-robin competition is very particular. In addition to fighting in the prescribed order, strong seed players can directly enter the finals bye. In previous years, when each side had gathered ten places, the round-robin competition often depends on which side wins more times, and then determine which force the champion of the "Ten Years" belongs to.

As for the last part, it is the exhibition match.

In the past, there was no chance for humans to play in this kind of exhibition match. Many times, the elves and tribes won as many times, and then they fought this chaos to compete for the real winner.

The future of young talents who are capable of participating in the "10 Years" is unlimited.

It is said that the current His Majesty of the Tribe is the champion thirty years ago. Every role that can make its mark in the "Ten Years" will become the target of family, temple, and army in their respective forces.

"But this year, I don't know." Joan of Arc shook his head. "The tribe and the elf empire have not filled up the quota. For the sake of fairness, they will never follow the form of previous years. In fact, the nature of this competition is not only determined by our church. The role of the church is nothing more than supervision, and the real decision is in the hands of others."

"Who?" Yang Dashuan blinked.

"Those three empires." Joan of Arc held his mouth. "I heard that this knockout match was cancelled because of the decision of the three empires at the same time, and my father did not object."

"What's going on?" Alice and Leren couldn't help but ask.

"If you are not my race, your heart will be different!" Yang Dashuan said a profound sentence, which led to Leren and Alice's gaze at him.

"Rogue is right." Joan of Arc nodded violently. "'Ten Years' is the fundamental measure of the strength of the Alliance and the Horde and the Elves Empire. The Alliance has never given up its peeping of the Nanyao Forest and the west of the Suprati River. As long as they find an opportunity, the three empires will attack in large numbers together with the entire Alliance."

Alice was stunned.

Leren stopped talking.

Although they had followed Yang Dashuan, they were still worried about their tribe members. Otherwise, the two girls would not have tried every means to let Yang Dashuan save so many compatriots in distress.

The war fifty years ago also damaged the alliance.

But compared to humans' fecundity, fifty years are enough for them to smooth out all scars.

"It's okay, I'm there!" Yang Dashuan gently hugged Alice and Leren with a worried look on his face. "Did you forget what Master Posaya said, the small extinct wasteland will definitely not trap me, the eagle. I am not willing to be a little lord, I want to be the strongest overlord in history!"

"Let's have a meal for you!" Alice immediately became interested.

Although it was already late at night, the bars in Gothic City were still crowded with roar and a little glitz in the noise. The bard played the harp, and the pleasant singing accompanied by the rhythm and beat, waiting for the night.

Kefir is indeed the leader of the Basha Merchant Group of the Principality of Edfran, and even this place has his branch.

Several chains of oak bars.

Leren, who missed his hometown very much, strongly asked several people to go to this building with a very strong elf style.

The three beautiful girls who were suffocating enough to attract everyone's attention as soon as they entered. The shop with quick hands and feet had already brought a table with Gothic kebabs and rum, which were also placed on the seats.

After a brief silence, the noise in the Oak Bar resumed.

Yang Dashuan gnawed the meat skewers happily while looking at the bar.

A man with alcohol on the bar was like a magnet, which instantly attracted Yang Dashuan's gaze. The guy sitting in the swivel chair in front of the bar had an unimaginable burly figure, and his muscles were comparable to Bemon. He was shirtless, and his chest and back were covered with various tattoos, which looked like a colorful coat.

"That is the barbarian, another branch of humanity." Alice reminded in a low voice. "They are the only human in the alliance who can resist betray with strength, and they are full of combat power. Moreover, the barbarian people are fierce, and only they like to keep bald heads and paint strange patterns on their bodies."

Without Alice's reminder, Yang Dashuan could naturally see it.

The barbarian, without a hair on his head, was filled with explosive power everywhere. His right wrist was two circles larger than the left, which looked a bit funny. But no one dared to laugh because this was an absolute expression of power.

Old Yang noticed that the guy was still posing an axe under his feet, a double-edged axe with a similar style to the Destroyer.

"I recognize him. He is a big lazy knight. A contestant in the 'tenth year' this year." Joan of Arc tilted his body and finally saw the guy's side face. Then he said. "I have seen his big lazy in the Middle East. He is as big as a Komodo beast."

The little girl gestured exaggeratedly.

Yang Dashuan's mind was not on this. He was thinking about how to recruit such barbarians to serve him.

The barracks in the territory have indeed been built, but they need to be obtained through "recruitment". As Yang Dashuan imagined before - as long as gold coins are handed over, there will be a continuous stream of soldiers in the barracks, which is a departure from each other. Moreover, the "recruitment" is related to the number of people in the territory and combat units... According to the current situation in Maple Leaf Town, no matter how much they recruit, there are only a few residents in the non-combat units, such as dwarfs and girls.

Even if you recruit, it will only waste resources. (ps: You cannot create soldiers out of thin air.)

Only after the barracks have reached a certain level can you obtain higher troops through the method of "sacrifice".

After learning about this, Yang Dashuan really had a headache.

So he only thought about how to recruit such powerful warriors to serve his territory. After learning about the barbarian's toughness, Yang Dashuan's wrong idea immediately started to move.

"Damn it!"
Chapter completed!