There was ice and snow all around, and the blizzard had stopped a little, but it was still gray.
Crows were circling overhead, their broad black wings flapping the icy air. The tents in the distance made Rhodes feel uneasy. He was about to order everyone to return the same way, when he heard the low roars of the white bear Ursock.
Ursok will not roar for no reason. If it does, there is only one situation, that is, it feels that danger is coming and issues a warning to the people around it. Sure enough, in the snow curtain, snow-white figures gradually appear. That is the ice field
Wolf's shadow.
Several... no, a dozen direwolves covered in white fur surrounded Rhodes and his party. They and the white bear Ursock roared at each other and clawed at the snow on the ground. Rhodes knew,
That was the prelude to the attack.
A dozen wolves alone are nothing to be afraid of, but soon, Rhodes discovered that this was not a single wolf pack. Behind the dozen direwolves, there were hundreds of humans. They were... Norscans...
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"Damn, we're surrounded!"
Yeskovitch said with bitterness.
"Then let them come, but the dwarves will not surrender in front of the savages. We even carried the troll king, let alone a few Norscan savages."
Grondi Bronze Ax shouted loudly, and the dwarf hit the steel shield with his battle ax, making a full and thick war cry.
"No, not a few, but hundreds, maybe thousands."
Rhodes added that the heavy snow weather had obscured the whereabouts of these tribal warriors. Compared to the Norscans, Rhodes and his gang were not familiar with the terrain and climate here. Therefore, the answer is that they had been captured when they entered the tribal territory by mistake.
Targeted and quietly surrounded.
It can be said that misfortunes never come singly. Just after getting rid of Ironhide and escaping the Troll King, he had to face a large number of Norscan savages. Rhodes couldn't help but sigh that the pressure was overwhelming.
Just as they were thinking about how to break out of the encirclement, the direwolves around them were already roaring and rushing towards them.
The dwarf Iron Breaker Grondi immediately put his big shield across his chest and squatted down, taking an absolute defensive posture; at the same time, the great shaman Yeskovic held a spear and threw it at the nearest direwolf.
; Bogul rushed out as usual, holding a battle ax in hand; Bear Knight Sibes clenched his war hammer and stood beside Rhodes, waiting for the wolves to rush up and fight to the death; Caroline fiercely slammed her staff
Insert it into the ground and cast the spell in place.
The wind and snow swirled around her, forming an unnatural storm vortex. Blue light bloomed from the Frost Witch, and the frost energy formed a cold wave. The moment the direwolf pounced on it, the people around the Frost Witch
The air temperature suddenly dropped, and the cold wave spread out like a shock wave, instantly freezing several direwolves who were about to take off!
Roar……
The team members roared and charged towards the surrounding Norscans.
Rhodes swung his ax and chopped off the head of a Norscan infantryman. With a splash of blood, he withdrew the battle ax and stabbed it into another Norscan raider with the end of the ax handle.
The spikes pierced the chest of the Norscan raider warrior and came out from the back! The spikes also carried the broken internal organs of the Norscan infantry at the end.
Pulling out the tomahawk from the infantryman, Rhodes swung the tomahawk to chop down the approaching barbarian.
The Norscan warrior raised his shield, but to no avail. The thundering battle ax split open the buckler, and struck the Norscan warrior's head with an axe. Blood splashed out from his skull, turning the battle ax completely red.
A Norscan plundering cavalry rushed towards them. However, the confident charge of the cavalry was just a piece of cake in the eyes of Lord White Bear. He had faced countless such charges before. The moment the cavalry charged,
Rhodes lowered his body to avoid the slash of the long sword, and at the same time, the battle ax in his hand slashed towards the lower plate of the war horse.
The sharp battle ax chopped off the front legs of the war horse. The war horse running at high speed lost its front hoof and fell in pain. Together with the cavalry on the horse, they fell into the snow, splashing large amounts of snow mist.
A ferocious direwolf tried to sneak up on Rhodes from behind. However, when it pounced on him, he was pressed to the ground by another beast several times larger than it. The giant bear Ursok roared wildly and threw the ice field in mid-air.
The wolf pounced down, and the moment it landed, the sharp and sharp teeth had already bitten the direwolf's throat. The warm blood dyed the white bear's face red. Then, Ursock got up from the direwolf, and the man underneath him
The direwolf's body was already covered in blood and water.
The cold arrow shot from the icy air hit Ursok's strong back. The giant bear roared with anger and pain. It knocked away the crowd and slapped the tribal archer who shot the cold arrow to death with one claw. The bear's claws smashed Noth.
Stuck on the archer's cheek and grabbing a pool of bloody flesh, the giant bear roared wildly among the crowd.
Several Norscan raiders surrounded the dwarf Grondi and launched a group attack. However, even in the corners that could not be defended, the swords and axes of the Norscan infantry could not penetrate the Ironbreaker's armor. Only bursts of sound could be heard.
The sound of steel clashing came, and except for the fire caused by the clash of swords, Grondy's body showed no reaction at all... He stood there like an iron barrel, allowing four or five Norscans to attack and chop him fiercely.
Nothing can sway him at all.
Then, Grondi held the battle shield tightly and slammed the enemy in front of him. The Norscan Marauder was hit on the head and fell to the ground unconscious. The Ironbreaker's battle ax followed closely and smashed his face with an axe...
...turning around again, the direwolf pounced on his back, only to find that the entire dwarf was wrapped in iron armor, unable to speak. Without saying a word, Grondi used all his strength to pull the huge direwolf off his back.
The sharp mithril battle ax cut open the direwolf's heart with one blow.
In the world of ice and snow, the bloody battle continued. However, even though hundreds of Norscans had fallen, their attack still showed no sign of weakening.
Rhodes knew that the people around him could fight for several hours without rest, but after that, there would also be a problem of physical exhaustion. After all, not everyone is iron skin, and even iron skin will have physical exhaustion.
The moment of exhaustion.
"Rhodes, duel of champions!"
Not far away, Yeskovitch raised his arms and shouted.
Rhodes suddenly realized that this was a huge Norscan clan. However, it had not been contaminated by Chaos, which meant that this group of people still followed the tradition. The champions dueled, the leaders of both sides fought, and the winning side decided to fight.
Winning or losing is a seemingly barbaric but simple and effective method. Once the champions are called for a duel, they cannot retreat. The retreating party will only be regarded as a coward. If the challenger regrets midway, he will only face the fate of being hacked to death. The challenged party
If you refuse to fight, you will also be regarded as a coward. The northern tribes will follow the strong. A person who is considered a coward will not be qualified to lead the clan.
Therefore, once the duel of champions is initiated, they have no choice but to accept the challenge. The leaders of the Norsca clan usually become the strongest in the tribe through constant duels.