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[Mak’Tui]
[The chieftain of one of the five barbarian tribes in the Great Jungle, the Bullman Tribe.]
[He is an expert with the spear, and it is impossible to gauge his expertise with the spear.]
[Type: Semi-Named NPC]
[Level: 250]
[Affiliation: Bullman Tribe]
[Position: Chieftain]
[Class: Gore Spear]
The chieftain’s class, Gore Spear, sounded quite terrifying for some reason. His vicious appearance screamed—I am a barbarian—while his mouth was as filthy as one would expect a barbarian’s mouth to be.
“Which one of you goat fucking maggots dares to invoke the Great Jungle Challenge against me?! Is it you?!” Mak’Tui exclaimed and pointed his spear at Amundsen.
“N-No! It’s not me!” Amundsen jumped up and cowered while profusely shaking his head and hands.
“Then it must be you,” Mak’Tui muttered while inspecting Siegfried from head to toe, and then he looked at Dwaitka and said, “You should be ashamed of yourself for losing to an anchovy like that, Dwaitka. Why are you still alive? I would’ve killed myself out of shame if I were you!”
“Y-You…!” Dwaitka exclaimed as his face turned red.
The Bullman Tribe and Hogwa Tribe had always been at odds with each other.
Power!
The Bullman Tribe trained their spear...
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