CH 801

Chapter 801: Why are you fighting?

Robb's set of movements was as fast as lightning. In an instant, he stabbed the giant mammoth with a barrage of spear shadows that were too fast to see. He seemed to transform into multiple individuals, appearing on the left side of the mammoth to stab it twice, then suddenly appearing on the right side to stab it twice more. He leaped and moved in an instant, as if teleporting.

This kind of scene is common in games, especially in the special moves of agile characters. Many games have similar animation effects where the player becomes a blur of images, attacking the target from all directions in a seemingly incomprehensible manner.

Similarly, when a true Eagle Warrior uses "Tropical Jungle’s Rampage," it is impossible to achieve such speed and visually pleasing attacks. But Robb, the cheater who relied on game animations, managed to unleash the Eagle Warrior's ultimate move in a way that captivated the onlookers.

In that moment, it felt like there were multiple Robbs attacking the mammoth from all sides, creating an incredible visual spectacle!

After a few seconds, all of Robb's shadowy figures converged into one, instantly becoming a single person. With a swift motion, he planted his spear into the ground, turned his back to the target, and struck a stylish finishing pose.

The giant mammoth froze in place, motionless. After a few more seconds, it collapsed with a loud crash, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The crowd forgot to cheer and stood frozen in awe.

After a few more seconds, Robb sarcastically commented with an odd tone, "What kind of class is this? The victory pose for a kill looks so lame..."

With the fall of the mammoth, the mammoth herd lost its leader, and the smaller woolly mammoths panicked. Many of them started to flee. Although the Maya people wanted to pursue, they had suffered many casualties during the battle with the mammoth and were too exhausted to give chase.

The battlefield was now left with the corpse of the giant mammoth, five dead ordinary mammoths, and injured Maya warriors lying on the ground.

The two chiefs, who were "sorcerers" by profession, had both offensive and restorative magic abilities. They began to cast spells to heal the wounded warriors.

As a result, the injured Eagle Warriors began to gradually stand up one by one.

After the warriors stood up, their first action was to salute Robb because his spectacular "Tropical Jungle’s Rampage" was perfect. There couldn't possibly be a better Eagle Warrior in the world.

For the Maya people, who had relatively primitive cultural forms, it was an instinctual response to worship the strong. It was only natural for them.

Countless Eagle Warriors knelt before the enormous mammoth corpse, muttering incomprehensible prayers mixed with the slightly mispronounced words "Godfather, Godfather, Godfather..."

Even though Robb didn't understand Maya language, he knew they were praising Godfather for being great and defeating such a formidable mammoth. Their admiration overflowed, and their expressions of worship seemed never-ending.

The two chiefs walked side by side towards Robb and performed an extremely solemn gesture of respect. "Great white Eagle Warrior! Your strength has opened our eyes."

"Well, thank you," Robb casually replied. He had been worshipped too much, and now he was becoming immune to it, feeling nothing.

The two chiefs thanked him and then glanced at each other, their brows furrowing. "It's your fault, it's all because of you. It was you who attracted the mammoth. If it weren't for Godfather here, both of our tribes would be doomed."

Almost simultaneously, they pointed at each other's noses and started arguing.

The Polar Chief said, "You sneaked into our territory to hunt woolly mammoths, which provoked the revenge of the Mammoth King."

The Gada Chief retorted, "It was you who sneaked through my territory to trade mammoth skins with Godfather. You broke the rules first, and that's why we sneaked into your territory."