Rhodes roared angrily, stuck his battle ax on the ground, and challenged the other lord to a duel in standard northern tribal language.
The cold wind is howling and the snow is flying...
A figure gradually walked out of the crowd. He was much taller and stronger than the clan warriors next to him. He was wearing heavy armor, and a huge bearskin cape hung on his shoulders, hanging naturally behind him. He had never worn armored arms.
On the top, you can see that his muscles are as strong as the gray stone of Troll Mountain. Obviously, this is the leader of the clan.
Rhodes noticed that the armor worn by this big leader was no ordinary armor. Its style was very strange, as if it was made from countless bones crushed and then reassembled. The entire armor was completely white, and from a distance, it looked like a piece of silver.
Bright armor. It can almost reflect the sun's rays.
As soon as the tribal leader appeared, all the Norscan warriors consciously made way for the leader. They looked at their leader as if they were worshiping gods. Through the shouts of the tribal warriors, Rhodes could vaguely hear the name of the tribal chief. He
It's called Varamyr, and this huge Norscan clan is called the Aisling clan.
Varamir, the chief of the tribe and the most powerful warrior in the tribe, stood in front of Rhodes. They were almost the same height and build. After the fight just now, Rhodes had blood on his face, and the leader of the tribe in front of him
The chief's face is still fair.
He took off his bearskin cloak and took out a huge warhammer half a man's height from his back. It was a black iron warhammer, as black as coal. There was a dried skull hanging on the tail of the warhammer, walking like a skeleton.
The handle of the hammer was struck, making a banging sound.
Rhodes also handed his cloak to Yeskovitch. To be honest, Rhodes was very tired. He came down from the top of Troll Mountain and passed through the vast uninhabited land. He had to eat and sleep in the open air along the way, and his body was exhausted. On the other side, he was exhausted.
This group of Norscans is obviously full of energy and high in fighting spirit. However, this duel has to be carried out because he has to save the group of people behind him, including his wife Caroline...
It is absolutely impossible for them to break through without killing the opponent's leader. There may be tens of thousands of Norscan warriors gathered here. This is a huge clan.
"Father, please give me the strength to defeat this boundless darkness. I dedicate all my devotion to you, and I entrust my life to you..."
The tribal chief stared at Rhodes, while Rhodes prayed in a low voice before the battle started.
In a daze, Rhodes saw that dream again. He also saw the bear god roaring in the forest, and finally tearing off the enemy's armor with his own hands. Maybe there is a destiny in the dark? Maybe, he will encounter a snowstorm, will he
Is it also the bear god's will to accidentally break into the territory of the Norscans?
Just when he was thinking and confused, Varamir, the chief of the tribe, launched an attack. There were not so many pretentious conversations and abuses. What the barbarians wanted to see was only bloodshed and fighting. They were eager to see their enemies hammered into pieces by their chiefs.
screen.
Rhodes knew that they were so eager... However, he could never fall. Even Ironhide could bear it, let alone the chief of the Norscans?
Lord White Bear roared loudly, swung his thunder battle ax and struck back.
The Thunder War Ax dodged the black iron war hammer, leaving a deep gash in the waist of the tribal chief. At the same time, as their bodies passed each other, Rhodes nimbly dodged Varamir's beastly attack and jumped to the other side.
One head.
They exchanged places, and there was blood flowing from the chief's waist, which happened to be the part that the armor did not protect.
After the first fight, Caroline felt relieved a little. She was originally worried that her husband was fighting with a tired body, but now it seems that the other party is not a figure like a god of war. Although he is a war chief, he is not as good as the orc.
In comparison, there is still a gap in strength.
Rhodes wandered around the sidelines, observing the opponent's weaknesses and thinking about how to launch the next attack.
Varamyr is the same, holding the war hammer tightly and only seeing his opponent.
The duel of champions is not a child's play, its rule is to fight to the death. He must defeat this outsider and maintain his position as war chief.
Soon, they launched a second round of attack. The tribal chief roared and charged. Rhodes also roared and rushed towards the opponent. He raised his thunder ax high and struck at the tribal chief with the powerful power of the bear god. Watt.
Ramil gripped the warhammer tightly and swept forward. The two heavy weapons met fiercely in the air and struck together, making a shocking loud noise. For a moment, the tribal chief seemed to be intimidated by this force. He never thought that
However, a human from the south actually possesses such powerful power. Moreover, this man has obviously been fighting in the wind and snow for so long, and his body is covered in blood. He should be exhausted. But the fact is that he still has almost unlimited power.
strength.
The battle ax pressed down firmly, Varamir's arms trembled, his whole body trembled, and Rhodes felt a raw power pouring into his body, like a rushing river or a gushing spring.
The White Bear Lord roared angrily and pushed Varamyr away. Then he kicked Varamyr, and the tribe leader was kicked to the ground. When he struggled to get up, the sharp mithril battle ax had already been chopped off from his head.
In desperation, Varamyr rolled away and when he got up, he punched Rhodes on the neck.
Rhodes stumbled back, both of them with blood on their faces. However, just as Varamir grabbed the weapon and prepared to smash his opponent's head with a hammer, Rhodes grabbed the warchief's wrist with his backhand, and at the same time
, the rock-like head slammed into Varamyr's head.
The tribal chief was knocked dizzy and fell on his back.
Seizing this time gap, Rhodes roared and rushed forward, slashing down mercilessly with the thunder axe. However, at the moment of life and death, Varamir rolled his body again, dodged the chop, and at the same time knocked over Rhodes with a punch.
He grabbed the black iron warhammer again and rushed towards the White Bear Lord.
However, this time, what was waiting for him was no longer an ordinary human warrior...
I saw an unnatural dark cloud appearing in the sky above Rhodes' head. In the center of the dense dark cloud was a strange vortex. Muffled thunder sounded from the clouds, and everyone couldn't help but look up to the sky. There was a deafening explosion.
There was a loud sound, and a bolt of lightning fell straight from the sky. A second before the tribal chief Varamir rushed up, the battle ax in Rhodes' hand was surrounded by blue lightning. In just a moment, the war chief felt the threat of death.
call.
He used all his strength to swing the war hammer and hit the challenger in front of him.
However, in the face of absolute power, he still failed. The Chosen Gods of Ersun, Thor, and Rodlawn knocked him away with just one axe...
The chief's seemingly extremely strong body was blown far away, and the war hammer was also blown far away. Blood bubbles were spitting out of his mouth, and his face was twisted because of pain. But he was not killed yet. That armor was
Yes, that powerful armor saved him. It prevented him from being struck by lightning.