This is the Ice and Snow Crown of Harrogas, the Continental Unfallen City at the foot of the Temple of War, the throne of the Barbarians, and the spiritual temple of all warriors on the entire shelter.

"People! It's not possible not to move forward!" A young man with black thorny hair and white clothes said with a stubborn breast and raised his chest with a sensation.

"Oh~hey! Remember the teachings of my elder brother!" After responding to him, the huge training ground, bulging muscles, sweat, ferocious tattoos, flying braids, and the majestic man shook the stone locks weighing thousands of pounds with both hands, and roared to the ground.

"Which book did this come from?" The girl with long brown hair shook her cute wolf ears on her head and curled her lips. The fox girl next to her shook her big golden tail and smiled excitedly: "This is the passionate youth!"

"...I didn't expect that the Fox Clan, who has always been named for wisdom and calm, actually produced a fighting madman like you. You are the princess of the Fox Clan and the heir to the next generation... When will you use your excess energy to increase your pitiful IQ? When you think of the Fox Clan falling on your hands, tsk..." The girl of the Wolf Clan covered her mouth and smirked.

"You are not much better. As the princess of the wolf clan, you actually gave up the sharp minions given by God and instead became a wise man... It's really shameful to Griffin!" The girl of the fox clan retorted.

"Hmph!" The two of them turned their heads heavily. I don't know how many times they did such sarcasm and sarcasm, and they were already immune to each other.

...No, no, no, you two are not much better... Behind them, several guards of their own tribes, with expressionless expression on their faces at this time, but they were complaining wildly in their hearts. These two are called the two freaks of the 23 orcs. The wolf clan likes to think and plan, and the fox clan is good at fighting and destruction. If it weren't for the obvious distinction between the races between the ears and tails, then the patriarchs of the fox clans would have to consider whether they had held the wrong child back then...

The two of them were lying on the fence of the training ground in the north of the city to watch the barbarians who were training. To be precise, they were to see the one who was in charge of the training. There were many people like them. In three months, the beginning of the annual God of War Festival. All adult barbarians will step onto the Temple of War Temple standing on the Immortal Holy Mountain, praying for protection from their ancestors, and then obtaining the strongest inheritance of the Saint Seiya. The barbarians who were sweating profusely in the training ground were all young barbarians who wanted to participate in the God of War Festival, and most of the people watching outside the training ground were visiting their own little bastards.

"Huh? Why is this year's instructor not General Quarkek?" A businessman from Middle-earth human countries looked puzzled. He kindly said to a strong barbarian next to him: "This powerful barbarian brother, three months before the God of War, the Temple of War will send Saints to train the children who participated in the coming-of-age ceremony. I know this, but why is this year's instructor a human?" He pointed to the young man who was instructors and shouting in the audience, and said in confusion.

"Oh, this human friend," the barbarian likes to hear flattering words, and a generous smile appeared on his face. However, after hearing the merchant's doubts, he lowered his face, "That's wrong. That's Brother Caesar. The most powerful warrior in our barbarian clan is not a human!"

"Huh? Nonononononononono... Barbarian?" The merchant rubbed his eyes. He was 1.8 meters tall and had a very strong figure among humans. His skeleton was also considered a majestic. However, in the barbarian clan, whose average height was 2.5 meters, it was an absolute bean sprout!

"That's right...but!" The savage patted his chest, and a trace of respect flashed in his eyes. "Although the eldest brother is a little shorter and thinner, he looks like an ugly little white-faced man... But as long as he is strong enough, he will definitely be able to get a good wife with a tall and strong butt like a grinder full of hair!"

No...I think that Brother Caesar's aesthetic view should be infinitely far away from you...

The merchant was about to leave, but he didn't expect that the barbarian seemed to be talking and started to make noise: "So, Brother Caesar doesn't know what to do. How good are women from our barbarians? They all need muscles and butts. They are first-class players when they do their jobs. But Brother Caesar just hangs with the princes of the wolf clan and the fox clan all day long. What's the point... The women of the beast clan can catch up with us, they lose a few kilograms of meat... The eldest brother is about to be crowned the king..."

"Wait!" The merchant shouted, and he grew up, "I heard right... King of Heaven? You said that Brother Caesar is going to become the crown prince of the God of War Temple, and rule the next generation of war god Khan, the barbarian tribe of the Arite Mountains and the twenty-three tribes of the Northland Beast Clan?"

"Yes, what's the problem?" The barbarian didn't understand why the merchant's reaction was so big.

"It's a big problem! That elder brother Caesar is just a human. How could a human be a god of war? This is about the face of the Temple of War, one of the seven holy places of mankind, and it is also the dignity of the barbarian clan... Okay, okay, you don't understand, let's say that... If the person in the Pope Hall is actually a barbarian, if the Paladins on the mainland learned that their leader of light was actually a barbarian... Under the Holy Church of Light, the twelve Middle-earth countries shrouded in holy light will go crazy! Then the Pope Hall will have a great decline in prestige, causing a series of catastrophic consequences!"

"Oh, I understand what you said, but Brother Caesar is Brother Caesar, we all obey him!" The human businessman found that the barbarian in front of him suddenly showed a cheerful smile that he couldn't understand, but this smile contained strong emotions, trust, respect, and respect... In an instant, he suddenly envied the Caesar who looked like a human. The barbarian seemed generous and extremely cautious in his heart, and could get their trust...

"At the beginning, many people were dissatisfied. Brother Caesar was actually the adopted son of the Queen of the Fox tribe. He was an abandoned baby picked up by the queen from the snow. In the end, he was selected by the second elder of the Temple of War. He was sent to the Temple of War at the age of seven. At the age of sixteen, two years ago, he was declared a candidate for the King. However, at that time, both the Beast tribe and the Elders of the Clan of the Clan raised objections."

"What then?" Based on human history and conspiracy speculation, the minds of human businessmen quickly outlined the subsequent development of things, conspiracy and compromise, killing and exclusion, sword light, wisdom confrontation, and profit distribution...

"Then... the God of War Crown came forward in person, and the three guardians on the top of the Mount Arite were also alarmed. They jointly proposed a suggestion, which was to test whether Brother Caesar is qualified to be a God of War." The barbarian shook his head. All the barbarians were familiar with these stories, and they did not have the opportunity to show off at all. "The so-called five major problems and seven major challenges are collectively called the Twelve Trials-the content is kept secret from us, but no one present objected. It should be an extremely terrible trial challenge."

Then the barbarian said angrily: "According to my words, there are no such things. My elder brother has long been a barbarian saint of the sixth level. Apart from the barbarian who is flowing with the purest blood of the ancestors, who else can become a saint!"

The human businessman nodded silently. There are seven complete sets of professional heritages in the Seven Holy Land of Humanity, most of which can be learned in general, but there are two aliens - the Valkyrie of the Amazon and the Saint Seiya of the Barbarians. It is limited to the inheritance of the tribe. Barbarians can only become Saint Seiya, and other things such as wizards, necromancers, Druids, etc., and they don’t even think about it. Humans in other regions can never become Saint Seiya. The same is true for Amazon, and it is even more evil. Only female Amazons can become Valkyrie! Uh, this seems to be a nonsense.

The human businessman digested the words of the barbarian for a while and found that the barbarian was staring at a figure in the field carefully. The businessman smiled kindly: "Is it your son? As strong as you, you should get the inheritance of the Saint Seiya this time!"

"How is that easy?" The barbarian shook his head and smiled. "Their family knows their own affairs. This little bastard is very proficient in controlling weapons, but he is far from fighting skills and talent shouting. If he can arrive at the Holy Mountain alive this time, he should pass on the heritage of the war dancer based on weapon mastery. It is already good. Teddy's idiot son will run around and yell from childhood to adulthood. He will probably be a shaman priest who practices shouting skills and dances totem all day long."

"Strength! You must learn to control and vent your strength! Strength is the basis for the strength of barbarian warriors! Whether it is the strongest Saint Seiya with three skills! Or the berserkers who only have one skill, the dancer or even the shaman priest, should not give up the training of strength! Without strength, your combat skills are useless when they are powerful! Even the enemy's armor cannot be broken, which is useless!"

"The shamans also have to fight! In addition to the hammer that beats the drums, you also have to carry sword-cutting! Don't think that you are like prayer masters of the light, you can hide behind the military formation with a halo! You are barbarian warriors, and you have to fight for me! You are not only auxiliary supporters, but also charge warriors! Don't forget your howl!"

"Remember the teachings of my elder brother!" The phalanx of thousands of barbarians responded loudly. Caesar roared and punched at a black giant stone more than ten meters high standing beside him. The merchants recognized that it was the rammed earth and stone used by barbarians to tamp down the foundation and build large temples. It was a high-density stone with a hardness comparable to steel. Without twenty or thirty barbarians pulling ropes, they could not play at all.

There was no sound at all. However, the next moment, the huge rock suddenly exploded, and countless stones as big as fists burst into pieces, hitting the barbarians in the square like rainstorms. Thousands of barbarian teenagers stood upright, allowing the whistling stones to hit their bodies, motionless.

"This..." The businessman was stunned, as if he had seen a giant dragon.

"This is the power of Brother Caesar! He once punched a mammoth king into a pool of mud. What is a mere black essence stone!" The barbarian shouted proudly-
Chapter completed!