The Hundred Tribes Conference was held on a grassland in central Africa.
By the time everyone arrived at the place, it was already noon the next day.
Looking around, there were densely packed tents in front of them, with various cars parked, and some were vacant.
On the grass, some people were wrestling for fun.
The onlookers cheered from time to time.
It was very lively.
Apparently many people had already taken the lead.
Everyone looked at it curiously for a while, then the deputy chief next to him urged: "Stop looking, go report it first."
Zhao Wuji and others were not familiar with the situation, so naturally they followed whatever the deputy chief said.
They met people passing by from time to time.
They didn't know each other, but they all nodded politely and enthusiastically to say hello.
African brothers, this family, this is still the case.
Makes sense.
On the way, Zhang Man muttered: "Why does it look like our country's grassland Naadam Conference?"
The Naadam Festival is a traditional festival of ethnic minorities.
On this day, everyone dressed up, sang, danced, and had fun in this festival.
There were various traditional skill competitions, goods trading, etc.
There were also huge crowds of people, just like the one in front of you.
The scene is quite exciting.
After a while, everyone arrived at the largest tent area.
A temporary circular platform five or six meters high was set up next to it.
It was a bit like a Colosseum.
Flags and seats from various countries were placed on the top.
Zhao Wuji looked at it casually.
With two eyes, something on his mind and not much interest, he followed the deputy prime minister to a certain golden felt tent.
There were armed guards blocking the door, and they let him in after verifying his identity.
However, Zhao Wuji did not have an invitation letter and would not let him in.
Zhao Wuji didn't want to cause trouble.
Anyone who made trouble at this conference was a fool.
He was trying to make trouble for the entire African people and was simply seeking death.
He glanced at the deputy prime minister.
After the deputy prime minister gave him a reassuring look, he strode in and waited.
Less than three minutes later, the deputy prime minister came out in person and motioned for Zhao Wuji to follow him in alone.
Zhao Wuji didn't mind either.
After giving everyone a look, he followed the deputy prime minister into the tent.
The tent was full of people, drinking and chatting.
When they saw the two people coming in, they all stopped and looked at Zhao Wuji curiously. , Zhao Wuji looked at it curiously.
Looking at the whole audience, everyone has an extraordinary bearing.
It is estimated that representatives from various countries are gathering here.
He glanced at the stage.
There were several elderly people sitting on the stage.
The man in the middle was very special.
He looked a little old, but he exuded the wild beasts.
The smell is very strange.
"Dear elders of hundreds of tribes, respected warriors of hundreds of tribes, this is His Excellency Zhao Wuji, President of the Soma Kingdom."
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The deputy prime minister introduced him politely and stepped aside.
Along the way, the Deputy Prime Minister frequently explained to Zhao Wuji the situation of the Hundred Tribes Conference.
He said that Baizu was just a general term.
In fact, the elders of the Hundred Tribes were highly respected people elected by the people of all ethnic groups and had great respect for the African people.
He had made significant contributions.
Zhao Wuji knew this very well.
Naturally, he knew that the person sitting on top was not simple.
And the person in the middle who was dressed differently, needless to say, he knew that he was the previous Warrior of the Hundred Clans.
There is a public election for warriors of hundreds of tribes every fifty years.
Each tribe in each country can elect a representative to participate.
Because there are many tribes in Africa that are not affiliated with any country, there are up to 300 contestants each time.
For the sake of face, no one is willing to skip the competition, even if they mean to participate.
Of course, selecting the strongest player among more than 300 people to become an African warrior is the only and most popular election method.
Africans are brave, and everyone considers themselves a warrior, and they even dream of becoming a warrior of all African races.
What an honor that is Whether he is a highly respected elder or a warrior from one of the hundreds of African tribes, they are all worthy of respect.
Zhao Wuji did not dare to blame others, so he respectfully performed a courtesy that is familiar to Africans and said politely: "Junior Zhao Wuji I have met several elders and warriors from hundreds of tribes.
May you be like the sun on the grassland, shining on this land forever. " "Your name is Zhao Wuji?"
asked Gu Jingbubo, an elder who seemed to be the oldest.
"yes."
"The President of Somalia" "yes."
"You represent your country" "yes."
He asked three questions in a row and answered them indifferently, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.
Zao Wuji's determination and calmness attracted everyone's curious eyes.
"You are the first one to compete as the leader of a country."
The previous warrior of the Hundred Clans suddenly interjected, his tone was a bit cold and condescending, and an icy aura directly enveloped Zhao Wuji.
"As the leader of a country, I will be the first to win the title of Warrior of Hundreds of Clans."
Zhao Wuji replied calmly, ignoring the cold pressure deliberately released by the Warriors of Hundreds of Clans.
For Zhao Wuji, this momentum is, It's nothing at all.
Zhao Wuji can feel it.
This warrior of hundreds of tribes has only killed a few hundred people.
He has more than tens of millions of lives in his hands.
He will care about this momentum.
The Hundred Tribe Warriors felt that they couldn't see through Zhao Wuji.
This was the first time in the Hundred Tribe Warriors' lives.
They were a little surprised, but the expression on their faces remained unchanged and they continued: "Why?"
"I have an unyielding heart."
Zhao Wuji answered seriously this time.
The Hundred Clans Warrior looked at Zhao Wuji coldly, motionless.
He looked at it for a full minute, but he still couldn't see through it.
It felt like there was a layer of fog on Zhao Wuji's body, and it seemed like there was nothing there.
This feeling was very bad, the Hundred Clans Warrior He nodded secretly to the elders and said nothing more.
The oldest elder just now suddenly took out a sign and said, "I wish you good results."
A guard had already come up, took the sign respectfully, gave it to Zhao Wuji, and then stepped aside.
Zhao Wuji picked up the sign and took a look.
It was made of some unknown wood.
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It was about the size of a palm, rectangular, with a small hole at the top that could be used to tie a rope.
There was a lion's head carved on the front, with angry eyes and a huge mouth. , exuding a domineering aura, and there seemed to be a faint bloody murderous aura coming out.
Behind it was a vast grassland and blue sky and white clouds, exuding an aura of peace.
To be honest, the craftsmanship of this sign was average, but it was full of charm, which was rare.
Zhao Wuji put the sign away, politely saluted the elders and warriors of the hundreds of tribes who were sitting first, and said, "Thank you for your help."
At this time, the deputy prime minister walked up happily, said hello to the elders and warriors of the hundreds of tribes, and then pulled Zhao Wuji aside.
At this time, Zhao Wuji discovered that there was someone not far away from him.
There was an empty table with a sign from the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia on it.
Looking around, there was no table from the Kingdom of Soma.
The Deputy Prime Minister noticed Zhao Wuji's displeasure and explained: "The place here is small, and tables can be shared.
Look around, aren't there a lot of people sharing tables?
You signed up late.
It's good if you can get the qualification.
Don't mind."
Xiaojie, come and do it, they will send you a sign later.”
Just as he was talking, a staff member came in with a sign on a tray, placed it on the table, nodded to Zhao Wuji and stepped back.
Zhao Wuji took a look and saw the three words "Soma Country" written on it.
It was newly made, and a lot of the dissatisfaction in my heart was relieved, and I sat down.
At this time, the scene suddenly became lively again.
Everyone gathered in twos and threes and talked about something.
Zhao Wuji noticed that everyone's eyes were aimed at him intentionally or unintentionally.
He didn't mind.
He drank milk tea calmly and asked the Deputy Prime Minister about this.
Details and precautions for the conference.
Suddenly thinking of something, Zhao Wuji asked: "What are the rules of the Hundred Races Warrior Selection Competition?"
"The rules are that there are no rules.
The specific method will be announced shortly." the deputy prime minister explained.
"There are no rules."
Zhao Wuji smiled, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and he soon returned to a calm expression.
"The representative of Kenny Country has a big opinion against you.
He is diagonally across from you."
The deputy prime minister suddenly whispered.
"Oh" Zhao Wuji turned around and saw a person looking at him, with angry eyes.
He didn't bother to pay attention.
He turned around and said with a smile: "You are so close to me, so you are not afraid of their objections."
"Afraid, why aren't you afraid, so you should help me more in the future," the deputy prime minister said.
"That's natural.
After all, I still hold the title of Earl of Sha Kingdom.
Besides, we are friends and should help each other."
Zhao Wuji said seriously.
While they were chatting, the warriors of hundreds of tribes on the stage spoke: "Representatives, distinguished guests, let me announce the method of this competition.
The warrior selection competition will be held in Death Valley for a period of one month.
The last one alive will take the The hunted lion hearts are back and they are our warriors from all races.
As before, no items are allowed to be brought in during this period, no assistance is allowed, and other activities remain as usual."
"One month" Zhao Wuji was frightened when he heard it.
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Does a trial take a month?
Just leave after the competition.
Why waste time?
Is there any explanation in this?
He couldn't help but look at the deputy prime minister.
The Deputy Prime Minister knew that Zhao Wuji really didn't understand, so he explained: "According to the rules, all contestants must go to a designated place.
This time it is Death Valley.
Everyone has to face the dangers of nature as well as the same kind."
The assassination will be carried out until the last living person comes out.
If no one comes out alive within the specified time, the person who comes out alive will be disabled or seriously injured.
The selection of this batch of warriors from hundreds of tribes will be declared a failure.
All parties will re-select representatives and start over.
Until someone wins."
"So cruel" Zhao Zhao Wuji was shocked.
"Hunting among similar species is nothing.
There are traces to follow.
The dangers of nature are everywhere.
I heard that the ferocious beasts in Death Valley include lions, wolves, cheetahs, poisonous snakes, crocodiles, and ubiquitous...
Deadly poisonous insects, germs, plagues, etc., if you don't pay attention, you will die," the deputy prime minister reminded kindly.
"Is that so?"
Zhao Wuji pondered.
It was not that he was retreating, but that he was thinking about a sure-win strategy.
Zhao Wuji had always had a habit of not fighting an unprepared battle.
"When will it start?"
Zhao Wuji asked.
"Tomorrow at nine o'clock in the morning, the elders will start after worshiping the beast god.
During this time, others will stay here and wait for the results while participating in various traditional activities.
Watch the live broadcast regularly.
Those who are interested can bet on who wins or loses.
You can exchange what you want,” the deputy prime minister explained.
"Oh, there is such a thing."
Zhao Wuji became interested and couldn't help asking in detail.
"Of course, otherwise it would be boring to have so many people waiting here.
We all don't need this little money.
We can enjoy our leisure time.
It can also promote communication among each other.
How nice."
The deputy prime minister said with a smile. 160420oshow7: