When the sky turned gray, Rhodes began a new round of training with the Norscans.
This time, we are learning about camp building, fortifications and digging wells in the wild. This is a necessary skill for field combat. In the past, Norscan raiders fought by robbing and killing. After killing, they enjoyed all the belongings of the deceased.
.And what Rhodes requires is that they not only know how to slaughter and plunder, but also have other abilities.
He wants to train these northern humans to be generalists and all-rounders. When encountering powerful enemies, they can rely on building temporary fortifications to defend against them. When they are besieged in the wild, they can search for water sources and dig wells to draw water without being defeated by the enemy.
Everything is done to cultivate a real field army.
However, such a request is too difficult for the Norscans. If nothing else, just waking them up in the middle of the night and asking them to learn theoretical knowledge will cost their lives. To put it harshly,
This has hit the bottom line of the predators.
A Norscan raider with a scar on his face suddenly lost his temper and openly opposed Rhodes' "tyranny".
"We are northern humans, plunderers, robbers, and warriors. We are not those dwarves who just hide in the castle and build houses. If you want to learn to build houses, you should let those southern guys do it. I won't do it!"
He roared, roaring like a bull.
At the same time, facing his leader, he drew his weapon. This was a signal of provocation. Apparently, fed up with Rhodes' leadership, this follower began to rise up against Rhodes. This is the tradition of the Norscans, and he wanted to
Challenge the leader, a one-on-one challenge. If he wins, he can become the leader of this group of people. The original leader can only die. Of course, if he fails, his body will be gone.
"Come on, pervert, let's fight one on one. If you lose, the crown is mine. If you win, kill me. Norscans are not afraid of death."
The man roared, and he hit the shield with his sword, making a sound like a wild beast. The whole audience stood in awe. A warrior who dares to challenge the Son of God must be respected. Because Rhodes is not only the leader, he is also the first single person.
The man who killed the manticore. Among the Norse tribe, only the warchief had this ability.
However, he wanted to challenge him...a fair and open challenge. Instead of waiting until Rhodes was weak to challenge...
"I accept your challenge, child, tell me your name."
Rhodes walked to the center of the field and asked calmly.
He has seen many such warriors. They are furious, fearless, and have no fear of death. However, they all ignore the fact that they have no chance of winning in a duel with a cheating man.
Rhodes twisted his head, and his neck made a scratching sound. At the same time, the Norscan raiders on the sidelines threw a weapon at him. A mace.
"Roar……"
Soon, the Norscans burst into wild shouts.
"What do they want? They are murdering our lord!"
"No, this is their tradition. As long as the lord has no objection, we must respect him and let him continue the game."
Outside the field, the chief knight Virgil said earnestly. He was almost about to draw his sword, but was stopped by the butler Muros. The old butler had seen too many people and things. He also knew his lord very well. He
He knows what he is doing. If he wants to train these barbarians, he must make them surrender again and again. Force is the best way to force them to surrender.
"Banda."
Norsca Challenger said.
He frowned and stared at Rhodes as if he was his prey. At the same time, Rhodes also stared at him, like two wild beasts staring at each other.
From the sidelines, the wild shouts of the Norscans rang out.
They shouted in an unknown language. At the same time, the challenger took out a bottle of something like a combat potion from his pocket, poured the water in the bottle on the blade of the sword, walked to the center of the field, and inserted the sword into the bonfire.
, the iron sword suddenly ignited with blazing flames. The other Norscan raiders roared even more excitedly.
"Vulcan! Vulcan!"
You can vaguely hear them shouting such names.
However, Rhodes didn't care. He picked up the mace and walked around the field with a fierce gaze, like a bloodthirsty grizzly bear.
"Roar……"
Soon, the challenger Banda launched an attack. He used his sword and shield simultaneously, slashing down fiercely with the long sword burning with flames, and you could hear the whirring sound of the flames tearing through the air.
Rhodes dodged sideways, but unexpectedly the opponent then swung a large shield and smashed it at him.
The huge shadow-like shield came with a bang, and Rhodes had no time to dodge. He was hit hard on the side and fell back with a muffled roar.
Banda's attack followed closely. He cursed and struck again with his blazing sword.
This time, Rhodes raised his own weapon to counterattack, and easily swept away the challenger's weapon. Before the opponent could stand firm, Rhodes flipped his wrist and smashed the rough mace from bottom to top at the challenger Banda's arm.
jaw.
There was no gorgeous fire show, a cold light flashed, and an arc of death brushed Banda's chin.
The Norscan warrior was almost hit. He stumbled backwards and luckily dodged the blow. However, Rhodes' attacks were continuous and powerful.
The thick mace made a circle in mid-air and struck again.
This time, Banda had no time to dodge, so he raised his shield to block. The wooden shield was smashed to pieces by the sharp hammer. This power, with residual power, penetrated the shield and was transmitted to the Norscan warriors.
Amidst the flying sawdust on his hand, Banda felt that his arm seemed to be falling apart.
He raised the flaming sword in front of him and stabbed it to block the White Bear Lord's further attack.
Rhodes let him go for the time being.
He took a step back. Under the dancing firelight, there was a face as cold as a knife. This Norscan warrior was once his subordinate, but now, he betrayed him and openly resisted his leader. Then, he would not
Then his brother.
Rhodes roared angrily and killed the traitor again.
A puddle of dust was thrown up on the ground, and Banda was forced to retreat, but soon he was forced to the edge of the field. The spectators pushed the challenger up again from the edge of the field.
Norsca challenger Ban Da has no way to retreat, so he can only use all his strength and go forward.
The flaming sword struck at Rhodes' head again. Rhodes roared and blocked with the weapon in his hand. The two weapons violently connected in the air. They were wrestling face to face. However, the flames suddenly turned and rushed towards Rhodes.
The area burned by the flames suddenly burst open, and Rhodes let out an angry roar. In a wild beast-like rage, Rhodes angrily pulled out his right hand and punched the challenger in the face.
After a clear clicking sound, the challenger Banda was knocked to the ground. The bridge of his nose was obviously crooked, and blood continued to seep from between the two nostrils.
But this was a gladiatorial fight, not a discussion. Rhodes did not give him any chance. He raised his weapon and attacked again. The mace made a fatal arc in the air and struck Banda's head straight.
The Norscan rolled away just before the hammer fell, barely dodging. He tried to get up, but was kicked down by Rhodes. The flaming sword in his hand was also thrown out for a long time.
He was breathing heavily and tiredly, and Rhode's figure pressed towards him in the firelight.
Banda wanted to pull out the dagger from his waist, but Rhodes was faster and had no room for counterattack. He grabbed the challenger like a chicken, and followed closely with his steely fists.
He punched Banda in the face. This punch directly broke one of his eyes, and blood spurted out from the eye socket.
Caroline exclaimed outside the court, but the Norse spectators seemed to have no reaction. Instead, they were stimulated by the bloody scene and roared like wild beasts.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
There is no trace of sympathy. In the world of the Norscans, the strong is king.
After a few punches, Banda was unrecognizable, lying on the ground in a bloody state, waiting for the final execution. In other words, he had only one breath left, except for his heart, which was still beating instinctively.
"Banda, my warrior, do you have any last words?"
Rhodes asked as he rode on the challenger.
"go to hell."
The Norscan challenger used his last strength to return. He panted and his chest heaved like a proud and unyielding direwolf.
"Okay, your last words - go to hell."
Rhodes whispered, then took out the dagger from Ben Da's waist and stabbed his throat open. A large amount of blood poured out from the broken blood vessels and filled his mouth.