In the howling north wind, Rhodes held the thunder battle ax in his hand and approached the tribal chief who fell on the ground step by step.
You can hear the low roars from the surrounding tribe warriors. How much they want to rush up and hack the outsider to death with knives, but they can't do it. Champions duel, this is the tradition of the tribe. The winner is king and the loser is.
Kou, this is a tradition that has lasted for thousands of years. No one can override this law.
Everyone could only watch as the southerner approached the tribal chief little by little.
Varamyr recovered from the severe pain. He felt that his whole body was being burned by an electric current. His arms and thighs were bloody and charred. Only his body protected by the breastplate was safe.
Finally, before the challenger rushed forward, he stood up. However, before he could stand firmly, Rhodes punched him again, knocking the arrogant chief to the ground again. Before receiving the blessing of Chaos, there was no north.
Warriors can become his opponents. After all, ordinary people cannot withstand lightning strikes. Nor can they withstand the power of a bear god.
The White Bear Lord stepped on the chest of the tribal chief. Without a word of pretentious nonsense, Rhodes held the battle ax and slashed at the chief's neck in full view of everyone.
In an instant, the great chief's neck was cut into two pieces, and the living head rolled to the side. Scarlet blood spurted out from the broken neck, and it took a while to turn into a stream. In an instant, the surrounding area was surrounded by blood.
Dead silence. According to the tradition of the tribe, the person who defeats the great chief will become the new leader of the clan. But that is the situation when the challenge is within the tribe, and the person in front of him is obviously not from the tribe. He is an outsider. It seems that he is still a member of the tribe.
Mrs. Kislev. Let a southerner rule the tribe? This is unacceptable to anyone.
Rhodes, on the other hand, had no interest in being the chief of the tribe. He half-crouched in front of the corpse and looked at the armor on Varamyr. What kind of power allowed it to withstand the lightning strike of the storm?
Driven by curiosity, Rhodes reached out and touched the bone-like armor. In an instant, a familiar power poured into his body, as if it was his own armor. He heard Xiong's voice.
God Esun whispered, and heard the howling wind in the north. At the same time, some vague and familiar pictures flashed before his eyes. They were killing and bloodshed, chaos moving south, and blood flowing into rivers in the north...
"Put it on..."
By some strange mistake, Rhodes took off the breastplate of tribal leader Varamir and put it on himself. For a moment, he seemed to hear thousands of war bears roaring and roaring. It was as if they were inside his body.
, as if they were in this armor, and their blood and bones made this armor.
Rhodes seemed to have seen the casting process of this armor... It was the armor belonging to the bear god Esun.
The uncontrollable power made Rhodes roar to the sky, and the roar resounded throughout the world, awakening the group of Norscan warriors. Taking off the armor from the dead was, in their tradition, a great disrespect to the dead.
"kill him!"
"The position of chief does not belong to him!"
I only heard someone shouting from the crowd.
Looking around, countless ferocious Norscans raised their axes and swords and rushed towards Rhodes and his party again like a tide.
In desperation, Caroline raised her staff high into the sky, and the frost magic gathered at her fingertips, forming a steady stream of ice air. The severe cold in the north strengthened the Frost Witch's power, and plundered in Norska.
The moment the attackers rushed forward, a ring of frost spread out from around the witch, instantly freezing the twenty Norscan warriors into ice sculptures.
Everyone waved their weapons and fought bloody battles with the Norscan warriors who were approaching again...
Rhodes roared and split the battle ax in his hand into two, and threw one of the battle axes. The mithril battle ax surged with electricity, flying around the Thor warriors, and chopped down the Norscan infantry in a circle around Rhodes.
Turn into meat paste...
At the same time, Rhodes, who had the Ersun armor, held a battle ax in his hand and plunged into the crowd. He had to do this, not for Kislev, not for the North, but only for the group of people who followed him. The important thing is,
Caroline is among them. He must protect her.
The sky in the north is vast, with snowflakes flying. In the misty snow curtain, giant bears roar, and lightning dances among the crowd, tearing apart the tribal warriors who are approaching.
Rhodes swung his ax and chopped off the head of a Norscan infantryman, and then smashed out another axe, cutting through the shoulder of another Norscan infantryman. The soldier fell down screaming, but Rhodes just did
With a movement of closing his hand, the battle ax roared back into his hand. Then there was another ax, which broke the sword of the soldier on the left and inserted it directly into his chest, near the heart. When he pulled it out again
, blood splashing...
Feixue dyed her hair white, and the blood dyed it red, solidifying the messy hair into bright red blood scabs...
A tribal hunter threw a spear at Rhodes, who was fighting among the rebels. The sharp spear bounced away the moment it hit the armor. The armor originally worn by their chief was so strong,
The armor cannot even be penetrated by lightning, so it is naturally not afraid of any ordinary attacks.
After the bloody fight, as many as two to three hundred tribal warriors fell around the team. However, this was far from enough. Looking around, there were still dense crowds, crowded with people, and the shouts of killing were loud. Obviously, the number was overwhelming.
The Norscans, who have an absolute advantage, will not give up.
At the moment of crisis, Rhodes thought of the Book of Beasts in his waist. A few weeks ago, he relied on it to walk out of the endless mountains. But now, he needs it again...
Summoning a group of beasts... Rhodes has never tried it, but Yeskovic has already taught himself the ability to control beasts.
"Grundy, hold on for me and protect me for two minutes!"
In the chaos, Rhodes shouted for the dwarf warriors to come and help him. He needed time, a little bit of time, to read this ancient book and read out the ancient language in it.
Iron Breaker Grondy quickly ran up to Rhodes dragging a suit of heavy armor and formed a temporary defense line with Bear Knight Sibes to protect Rhodes standing in the middle.
On the bloody battlefield, Rhodes stuck his battle ax in the snow, and then opened the thick ancient book. Over the past half month, countless readings allowed Rhodes to find the place to summon the beasts with ease.
Page.
According to the ancient language of Esun, I read the above text. It is not a spell, but a divine spell. Moreover, unlike the wizard who uses the wind of magic to cast spells, summoning the beast group requires an absolute leader and the consent of the beast group.
, this is a process of communication, a process of pleading. Begging all beasts to join the battlefield and support their lords.
When the ancient language was recited, Rhodes seemed to be in a world of souls, and everything around him became blurry and illusory. Those fierce tribal warriors gradually turned into illusory and blurry shadows, and he could hear the weapons firing.
The sound of beating, however, was so weak compared to the roaring sound of the beasts.
A long sword almost hit his back, but Rhodes did not react. He concentrated on communicating with the spirits of all beasts.
In the world of souls, it seemed like a long time had passed. However, in the real world, it was only a few minutes. When Rhodes came back from the illusory world of souls, he saw that Grondi's body was covered with the enemy's blood.
Blood and water, Sibes's left arm was torn open with a big gash, and blood was seeping out from his bulging muscles.
However, the herd of beasts has arrived. The earth began to tremble, and the sky and earth became vast. Everyone turned to look at the miserable snowfield, where a large storm-like snow mist was rising...