C519 Roxobin

At this moment, in the center of the plains, there was a towering platform that was over 100 feet high. On the high platform, the elders of the Thirteen Divisions' Union, as well as the three high priests sat on top of chairs, quietly watching the densely packed thirteen clansmen below.

In the morning, the auspicious hour had arrived. An elder of the Council of Elders walked up to a giant trumpet carried by two muscular men. He activated his Dantian and loudly said, "Everyone, the Thirteen Divisions' meeting of the Taihang Clan, Luo Zhuo, is about to start. Please give a speech by the Priestess of the Thirteen Clans."

As soon as the Elder finished speaking, an old man with silver beard and beard, silver hair, and a face full of wrinkles stood up and walked in front of the giant loudspeaker.

This old man was the High Priest of the Thirteen Divisions of Taihang. He was over a hundred years old, but his body was extremely muscular.

"That is especially so for his old eyes. Even though they were half-closed, they were still flickering with a wise and farsighted light." "Warriors of the Thirteen Clans, this old one declares that this session of the Taihang Thirteen Clan, Luo Zhuo, will officially begin!"

The High Priest obviously held a high position in their hearts. As soon as his voice fell, thunderous applause and cheers sounded from the audience. The High Priest had seen this scene more than once, but every time he saw the young men of the clan cheer with such joy.

The old man still felt a surge of excitement. The old man raised his arm and pressed it lightly. The High Priest laughed loudly and said, "Good, the Thirteen Clans needs your vigor.

The arrangement for this year's meeting with Luo Zhuo and the Kun Yuan Tribe had been approved by the Elders Guild and the old man and the other three Priests. Next, the Clan Chief of the Kun Yuan Tribe will announce the rules, the contents and the rewards of the competition. "

The High Priest returned to his seat after speaking. At this moment, a middle-aged man walked up from the back of the Council of Elders. This person was the chief of the Kun Yuan tribe, the number one beauty of the Kun Yuan tribe, Cha Er Bo.

Facing the tens of thousands of tribesmen of the Thirteen Taihang Race, Cha Er lightly coughed and said in a clear voice, "Everyone, welcome to the Kun Yuan Tribe. This year, Luo Zhuo will be held in our tribe.

"Zarbo clenched her right fist and patted her chest as an apology." "Next, I will introduce to everyone what the competition will be like, and what the rewards will be like after the competition."

This Ruo Bo was truly worthy of being the head of the family. He deeply understood the essence of the leader's speech. To speak on stage was like a beautiful woman's dress, the shorter, the better.

Of course, Charlie Bo didn't know about this brilliant theory, but seeing the eager looks of the many warriors below the stage, he knew what he had to do.

At the beginning of the competition, Luo Zhuo had decided on ten topics: five for the team competition and five for the individual competition.

After two sessions, the Elders found out that due to the number of projects, the physical fitness of the Warriors was not sufficient. In particular, a few of them were extremely life-threatening.

With a lesson from the blood, when Luo Zhuo held the competition again, his host would select four out of the ten items as the main event. Generally speaking, the four spots selected by the host were the few points that the tribe excelled in. Therefore, the host still had a great advantage in terms of land and people.

The tribe has long been aware of the four competitions that the Kun Yuan Tribe has drawn, but only two months ago they had already reached the tribes. There were two groups. One was the weight-bearing relay race, and the other was to kill the wolf and seize the label.

In the individual competition, there were two things: climbing the mountain of blades and fighting the bulls. Compared to the four great competitions that they already knew of, everyone was more concerned about the rewards. The Kun Yuan Tribe's clan head, Zarber, did not disappoint. The reward was indeed shockingly good, far surpassing the reward of the past Luo Zhuo.

First, the individual, the warrior who performed outstandingly in the group competition and also achieved the top three victories in the individual competition would be rewarded with a treasured sword and a divine bow, and the most outstanding warrior would be conferred the title of the number one warrior of the Thirteen Clans.

Not only would he obtain several hundred slaves and livestock, he would also marry the number one beauty of the Taihang Thirteen Clan, the Kun Yuan Tribe's clan chief, Zarber's precious daughter, Cha Er.

As for the clan reward, it was even more important. With the agreement of the Elders Guild and the three High Priests, this session of the Rhodes Society would begin.

In the team competition, the results of ten groups of Warriors from each tribe and the scores of fifty Warriors from each individual team were combined.

The tribe ranked first will be exempted from being worshipped once. This was a truly good item. If a tribe was exempted from being worshipped, it would greatly increase the tribe's growth.

After Zarukhar's concise introduction of the Large Competition's items and rewards, the Luo Zhuo Conference that everyone had been waiting for finally began. The first stage was the weight-bearing relay race of the group competition.

On the wide plain, thirteen teams lined up in turn. Since Luo Zhuo was going to increase the rewards for the tribe this time, this group competition contained a lot of competitions between the brave warriors of the tribal groups.

Each of the thirteen teams had fifty people, representing their own tribes. Each group of fifty people was divided into ten groups of five.

Fifty meters away from each team was a pile of cut up square boulders, each boulder weighing as much as a hundred Jin.

The method for carrying the weight in a battle was to be one of the five brave warriors of each group, run to the other side, pick up the stone, and carry it back to its starting point within the prescribed hour. When they reached the starting point, another warrior ran to the other side empty-handed.

Take the rock and return to the starting point, so that it is a weight-bearing force. As for the number of stones you would have to pick up, there was no limit. If you could grab 10 pieces of the stone, then you would be able to run as fast as you could.

In the end, the key to determining the victor was how many rocks a team had brought back in this hour. Of course, if the number of stones was the same, then the location of the last person in the transport stone would be determined.

An hour later, the elders next to each team began to count the number of stones transported by the team.

When the statistics were over, the second group of brave warriors continued to gather their strength. The time was still half an hour, but the method of doing so was to run to the other side with stones in his arms and return empty-handed. Of course, if the second group of warriors was strong.

They quickly moved all the stones from the first group away, and then the way they continued the competition would return to the way it was in the first group. This cycle continued all the way until the ten groups of warriors had finished their battles. As for the tribe's achievements, it was the sum of the number of stones transported by each team.

After the rules were read out, the hourglass that was used as a timer was also prepared. With the order from the Elders to 'begin', the first group of thirteen teams in the front began the weight-bearing relay race.