Interspecies Training Manual

The atmosphere at the bottom of the valley during the three-day rest period was completely different from the previous revelry.

The victorious tribe lost its desire for pleasure and became quiet.

Carlisle locked himself in his tent, regulating his breathing and digesting the combat techniques he had learned from the previous battles.

He needs to be back to peak condition before the final battle.

The defeated chiefs and those who did not participate in the competition also paid close attention to this battle for the title of Great Chief.

According to ancient tradition, all tribes will become subordinate forces under the new Great Chief after his birth.

The new Warchief's first order is particularly crucial, as it will determine the direction of the Horde Alliance's development for some time to come.

They found out a little bit about it.

Carlisle is tyrannical, craves conquest and war, and aims directly at the human empire.

Wadin did the same, except that his targets were not humans, but other alien tribes scattered throughout the forest.

He wanted those tribes to submit completely, with goblins as their leader.

Comparatively speaking, Wadin's goals were more likely to be accepted by these chiefs.

The human empire is far more powerful than any other alien tribe in the forest, and a war would result in enormous casualties.

Although the tribespeople can reproduce in large numbers, this is still something the chiefs are unwilling to see.

Therefore, they preferred Wadin to become the Great Chieftain rather than Carlisle.

......

Three days later, night fell.

The sacred fire on the altar burned brightly as the priest ascended the platform and announced in a loud voice to the goblins below.

"Tonight is the final showdown."

"This battle will not end until one side is completely wiped out!"

"The victor will become the Great Chieftain, ruling over all goblin tribes in the southern forest!"

The moment the words left his mouth, Carlisle and Vadin stepped onto the platform.

"start!"

Without any probing, Wadin's powerful legs cracked the stone platform, and he shot out like a cannonball, his spiked bone hammer aimed straight at Carlisle's head.

Without the restriction of death, he immediately used his killing move.

Carlisle held his bone knife horizontally in front of him, and with a clang, he was knocked several meters away.

What followed was a relentless barrage of hammer blows.

Wadin gave him no chance to breathe, each blow aimed straight for the head, neck, and other vital areas.

He was well aware of his disadvantages. In terms of bloodline purity, he was inferior to Carlisle. The longer the fight dragged on, the more disadvantageous it would be. Only by risking his life to gain the upper hand in the shortest amount of time could he have any chance of winning.

Clang clang clang!!

The relentless attacks forced Carlisle into a retreat, his animal hides were ripped open in several places, and blood poured out.

"I know what you're thinking. I'm telling you now, everything you've done is in vain!"

The runes on Carlisle lit up, activating his bloodline power and instantly reversing the suppressed momentum.

He used his bone knife to block the powerful bone club that Wadin slammed down on him, then swung it backhand, sending the bone knife slashing down with the force of a king.

His attacks were like a storm, forcing Vadin to the edge of the high platform.

A flash of hatred crossed Wadin's eyes as he activated his bloodline power and met the blade head-on.

The two collided violently, the sound of bones clashing echoing continuously. Their speed was so great that the goblins below the stage, who did not possess royal blood, could not even see their movements.

Carlisle became increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed, having initially believed that he could easily overpower his opponent in terms of individual skill.

Wadin's strength was so formidable that even though his bloodline was inferior, he managed to fight him to a standstill using his fighting instincts, and nearly struck his vital points several times.

This is a life-or-death battle; we must pay any price!

The totem patterns that condensed on the runes burst forth with blood-red light, and the crimson in Carlisle's eyes grew even more frenzied.

"what!"

With a roar, Carlisle's royal bloodline was completely burned away!

His entire body was enveloped in blood-red light, runes flashed on his body, and his aura surged to an unprecedented level at this moment.

Burning one's bloodline power not only requires a long recovery period but also causes the bloodline to decline, but it's all worth it if it can make one a great chieftain!

Wadin looked at Carlisle, whose aura was surging, and his face revealed a madness that wanted to take him down with him.

With the power of his bloodline exhausted, his physical attributes were pushed to their limits, and a new power surged through his entire body.

As long as we win, none of this matters!

The two figures collided again, this time with more force than ever before.

Blood exploded, and a strong wind swept across the entire platform, even extinguishing the flames on the altar.

Luo An looked at the two people on the high platform who were fighting for their lives.

Although I hate to admit it, I have to say it: whoever wins this battle will be a leader capable of leading the tribe to prosperity.

He couldn't help but recall the joint siege by the two lords.

If Carlisle had used this move back then, everyone would probably have perished.

The battle on the field continues.

The two men were getting more and more wounds, and their breathing became very erratic, but they both knew that this was a battle to the death.

You either climb to the position of chieftain by stepping on the corpses of your opponent, or you fall on the high platform and become a sacrifice for your opponent's coronation.

The battle had been going on for an unknown amount of time, and Vadin's breathing gradually became erratic.

The continuous bursts of power, the completely ignited bloodline energy, finally came to an end.

His swing of the bone hammer was a moment slow.

A cold glint flashed in Carlisle's eyes. He used his shoulder to brace himself against the weight of the bone hammer as it passed by, and the blood-stained bone knife in his hand plunged into Vadin's chest, piercing through his heart.

The knife tip pierced through Vadin's back, and scalding blood sprayed all over Carlisle.

"You... won."

Wadin's eyes held both resentment and a sense of relief.

"You're very strong too!"

Carlisle paid his respects to his opponent before thrusting his blade forward, aiming for the neck.

Whoosh!

Blood spurted into the sky as Carlisle grabbed Vadin's head and held it above his head.

He stood in the very center of the high platform, facing the rain of blood, a victor's maniacal laugh on his face.

After a brief silence, the valley erupted in revelry.

"Carlisle!"

"Wow!"

The cries of hundreds of thousands of goblins rang out, shaking the entire valley.

Standing amidst the reveling goblins, Roan looked at the triumphant Carlisle on the high platform and could already foresee what the Empire would face next.

A ruthless chieftain who has unified the entire goblin tribe in the southern forest will soon, driven by hatred for humans, lead these bloodthirsty goblins across the empire's borders to attack human towns and villages.

The garrison forces of the empire's border territories were utterly ineffective against this torrent.

War is about to engulf the borderlands!

On the high platform, the wild shouts of celebration gradually subsided.

The priest walked up to Carlisle.

He held a crown inlaid with scarlet gemstones in his hands and slowly placed it on Carlisle's head, who was kneeling on one knee.

"From this day forward, a new Great Chieftain has been born for the Southern Goblin Alliance!"

The priest raised his scepter and pointed it at his forehead.

A stream of pure royal blood flowed from the ruby ​​and entered Carlisle's body.

The body, which had been empty due to the burning of blood, was instantly filled with immense power. The damaged bloodline essence was not only repaired instantly, but also refined to a higher purity.

Carlisle's aura surged wildly, becoming far stronger than before.

His bloodline purity has also reached a new level.

Hundreds of thousands of goblins knelt on the ground, worshipping the new chieftain on the high platform.

Carlisle looked at his people prostrate at his feet, felt an unprecedented power within him, and heard the shouts of "Great Chieftain" in his ears. At this moment, he felt a surge of heroic spirit.

He had waited for this day for far too long.

Carlisle's gaze seemed to transcend the valleys and forests, looking towards the direction of the human empire.

He then uttered his first command as the new chieftain.

"From this day forward, the entire clan shall prepare for war!"

"Within six months, all tribes will forge weapons, train their people, and breed goblins."

"Six months from now, I will lead the tribal alliance to attack the Perus Empire!"