Interspecies Training Manual

"You're smart to know what's good for you."

Carlisle removed his foot from Elsa's abdomen, looked at his disheveled opponent, and a triumphant smile appeared on his lips.

He hoisted the blood-stained bone knife onto his shoulder and turned to face the audience.

Almost simultaneously, a valley-wide celebration erupted in the area where the Carlisle tribe was located. Goblins roared the name of their chieftain, and the silence that had just been filled with the sacrifice of their people was completely swallowed up by the frenzy of victory.

Meanwhile, in the corner where Elsa's tribe was located, a somber atmosphere prevailed. The goblins, who had some royal blood, knelt dejectedly on the ground, looking at the blood-covered figure on the high platform with desolate eyes.

The fate awaiting these people with Elsa's bloodline is likely to be being killed by the successor.

It is rare for a chief to allow goblins with the bloodline of other chiefs to be in his tribe.

Elsa, leaning against the cold stone platform, stood up, picked up the short blade from the ground, and without looking at the triumphant Carlisle on the platform, she lowered her head and walked dejectedly towards her people.

"Chief."

Several high-ranking goblins helped Elsa into the camp.

Elsa didn't speak, not even bothering to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth. She just looked at the faces filled with despair and felt a deep sadness in her heart.

According to custom, she can stay with her people until the Great Chief is officially elected.

But from the moment she said "I give up," the tribe that she had spent years building no longer belonged to her.

The first duel has ended, and the remaining seven battles will begin one after another after the priest's announcement.

Just as the chiefs had predicted, without exception, the victors were the chiefs of large tribes with populations exceeding ten thousand.

Faced with an absolute disparity in numbers, even the strongest individual abilities and the purest bloodlines are of no use.

This is why battles between chiefs of large tribes are far more brutal.

The most brutal battle took place between two equally matched tribal chiefs, each with a force of 20,000 men.

In order to win, they sacrificed half of their tribesmen.

The life force transformed into power clashed wildly on the high platform, while hordes of goblins below turned into dried corpses amidst their wails. In the end, the victor won the battle, stepping over the bones of ten thousand of his own kind.

However, this also means that the chief will no longer be able to use the tribe's sacrificial rituals in subsequent battles, and will have to fight solely based on his personal abilities and bloodline power.

Many chiefs in the audience marveled at Carlisle's incredible luck.

In the first round, they encountered Elsa, a tribe with a very small size. They won by sacrificing only two thousand of their tribesmen and still held a trump card that could change the course of the battle.

Night was falling.

The eight chiefs who won the first round returned one after another, and the valley was completely turned into a sea of ​​revelry.

The victorious tribe lit a huge bonfire, and the aroma of roasting meat filled the air. The goblins raised their cups, drinking and making merry with wine brewed from the blood of the beasts, their laughter echoing throughout the night.

Roan and Celia joined the goblins around them in a wild celebration, completely absorbed in the moment.

Even the tribes that did not participate in the battle for the chieftainship celebrated wildly, while the defeated tribes had no festive atmosphere at all.

In the camp on the edge, Elsa sat near the campfire, wiping her pair of short swords with animal hide over and over again. Her eyes, reflecting the firelight, were expressionless, and it was unclear what she was thinking.

As dawn broke and the sky began to lighten, the carnival gradually quieted down, and the goblins fell into a deep sleep.

......

Night fell on the second day.

When the sacred fire was lit again on the altar on the high platform, the priest announced the official start of the quarterfinals.

Carlisle's battle was the second one. His opponent was a chieftain whose tribe was even larger than his own, but the chieftain had sacrificed a large number of his people in yesterday's fierce battle and was now at a disadvantage.

At the start of the battle, the two chieftains activated their bloodline power.

The opponent, with their more experienced combat skills and fierce fighting style, made up for the difference in bloodline and gradually gained the upper hand.

Carlisle was forced to retreat repeatedly, but he also learned more useful combat experience in his fight with the old chief.

He showed no panic, but instead used his opponent to hone his skills.

After a brief exchange, Carlisle was in disarray, with multiple cuts and slashes on his body.

Just as the opponent's bone axe came crashing down with deadly force, the runes on his body emitted a scarlet blood light.

This time, he held back. Nearly seven thousand goblins in the tribe knelt down in unison, their life force surging out wildly and becoming Carlisle's source of power!

With a slash of his bone knife, he sent the bone axe flying. Then, with another slash, he cut a long gash in the chieftain's chest, and the chieftain was blown by the wind from the blade to the edge of the platform before coming to a stop.

The old chieftain only had five thousand men left to command, and even if they were all sacrificed, they would still be no match for the strength of seven thousand.

But he couldn't care less about that anymore; even if he lost, he would accept it!

Five thousand tribesmen died. The old chieftain's eyes turned bloodshot, his aura surged, and he charged forward with a heavy heart.

The moment the bone knife clashed with the bone axe, a muffled thud resounded from the old chieftain's body, and countless bloody gashes appeared all over his body, with blood splattering everywhere.

Carlisle's offensive grew increasingly fierce, each strike carrying the power of seven thousand of his people, forged with their lives.

With each blow, the old chieftain's face grew paler.

Click!

Finally, with the bone axe breaking, the old chief collapsed to the ground, unable to get up.

"I give up!"

Carlisle stomped on him mercilessly, the bone knife pressed against his neck.

But the old chief didn't say a word.

He had managed the tribe his entire life, and this time he came to fight for it with the mindset of certain death.

Either become the Great Chieftain or die!

"If you don't admit defeat, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Seeing that he remained silent, Carlisle threatened him, the blade plunging into his skin and drawing blood.

"Let's get started."

The old chief took one last look at his tribe before closing his eyes.

Whoosh!

Carlisle severed the chief's neck with a single stroke, lifted the old chief's head, and proclaimed the victory to his tribe!

He was met with what was naturally met with fervent fervor.

The four matches have come to an end, and the situation is even more dire than on the first day.

The chiefs who successfully advanced to the next round had already exhausted all the tribe members who could be sacrificed.

This means that in the battles to come, they can no longer rely on the secret rituals of tribal sacrifices, but must rely on themselves.

Luo An also breathed a slight sigh of relief.

......

On the third day, the battle to advance from four to two began as night fell.

The duel on the high platform turned into the purest form of slaughter.

The sounds of bone knives clashing against bone clubs were incessant, and blood splattered all over the stone platform.

Carlisle's opponent was a burly chieftain who had fought many battles. The two exchanged hundreds of blows on the high platform, and both of them had many new wounds on their bodies.

Carlisle's royal bloodline was clearly superior, and when the power of that bloodline was activated, the original balance was broken.

After observing for several days, Luo An, who was sitting in the audience, noticed a problem.

Among these tribal chiefs, apart from Elsa from a small tribe on the first day, the bloodline power of the other chiefs seemed to be inferior to that of Carlisle.

If it were a one-on-one fight, he would have a clear advantage.

Just as Roan had expected, after a deafening roar, Carlisle on the high platform severed the opponent's weapon with a single strike, and then slashed open his own chest.

When the chief uttered the words "I surrender," Carlisle stood in the center of the platform, raised his bone knife to the sky, and burst into wild laughter.

He won!

After three days of rest, the final battle will begin!

Only one step remains to reach the supreme position of Great Chieftain of the Southern Forest Goblin Tribe Alliance!