totem god system

Chapter 503 Defeating the Chief
Blocking the thorn, Xiaobai's arm screamed, and from bottom to top, he slammed outward, and the thorn collapsed.

After breaking open the stabs, Xiaobai spun around on the spot holding the one-handed axe, forcing the tribal people around him back, and looked at the leader.

In the wind and snow, the two looked at each other, affectionately... emmmm...

As early as when he planned to come to Scandinavia, Xiaobai was ready. The other world is relatively primitive, and kind people live shortly, but wicked people can live well. Most tribes are xenophobic, let alone Scandinavian. Such a tribe too.

Dismissal is certain, they will not trust an outsider at will, especially if they just put themselves into the tribe, that is even more impossible.

In the past two years, Xiaobai has also been to many tribes, but without exception, they are all very unfriendly, and it is very difficult to enter the tribe.

Xiaobai had already made preparations when he entered the range of the Scandilu tribe, but as he expected, the leader didn't feel at ease.

Scandinavians have such a tradition that the strong survive and the weak die. Scandinavians do not allow the weak to survive.

The leader didn't expect Xiaobai's reaction speed to be so fast, and his sudden blow did not receive any effect, but the people around were forced back by Xiaobai with the axe.

After the Scandic Lu tribesmen were forced to retreat, they gave way generously and formed a circle, enclosing Xiaobai and the leader in the center, which meant to let the two fight each other in this blizzard .

The leader looked at Xiaobai again, and it was not easy to block his own blow easily.

Xiaobai is also looking at the leader. The Scandic Lu people are not too tall. According to the size of the surrounding tribesmen, the average height should be about 1.7 meters [-]. They are not tall, but they are burly. Clothes are bulging.

"Ah!" the leader yelled loudly, swung the thorn, put his head on the top of his head, and smashed it towards Xiaobai's head.

Xiaobai also refused to give in, and raised his one-handed ax to block the thorns. The handle of the ax happened to fall between the two fishbone. The sharp fishbone almost pierced into Xiaobai's eyes.

Xiaobai was not at all flustered, the survival life of the past two years was no joke, it can be said that he fought almost every day, and died countless times, the quality of his heart was frighteningly good.

Even if the fishbone is very close to the eye, after all, it's not like it didn't get stabbed, so what's the matter.

Xiaobai screamed with one arm, and slowly lifted the thorn upwards little by little.

The leader felt the power coming from the thorns, and refused to admit defeat, trying hard to suppress the thorns.

But what the leader didn't expect was that his strength was not as strong as Xiaobai's. Under Xiaobai's resistance, the thorns were still lifted up little by little, until they collapsed again.

The leader stood unsteadily, and took two steps back. He had rich combat experience, even if he lost his balance, the thorns in his hand were sweeping forward, trying to stop Xiaobai's next attack.

Xiaobai flicked his wrist, and easily swung away the sweeping thorns with skillful strength, raised his foot and kicked the leader's wrist, while the leader suffered from pain, the thorns were also kicked away by Xiaobai.

The opportunity never came again, Xiaobai stepped forward, the ax was holding a flower in his hand, and the sharp ax blade slashed at the leader.

Finished!

The leader yelled inwardly, his face was terrified, his eyes were round, fixed on the ax that was coming towards him.

"call!"

The ax stopped, and it was only a few centimeters away from the leader's forehead. If it went a little further in front, the leader's head would be split open.

Xiaobai stood in front of the leader in a lunge, holding the one-handed ax firmly in his hand. The ax did not tremble at all, like a wooden sculpture made of clay, as stable as an old dog.

The surrounding Scandinavians looked on calmly, and they didn't seem to step forward to help at all. This is related to the rules of Scandina. If you fail in a duel, even if you are killed, you are not allowed to seek revenge .

Xiaobai was able to single out and defeat their leader, and he had already gained the respect of the tribesmen. Even if he killed the leader now, those Scandic Lu tribesmen would not attack Xiaobai.

It is precisely because he knows that Scandinavian Lu has such customs, so Xiaobai dares to fight with the leader unscrupulously, and wins the battle.

In the face of death, no one can be nervous. The leader's face turned pale, and he dared not move. Xiaobai slowly raised the axe, turned his hand down twice, and held it at the root of the axe end. The position of the ax is too close to the axe, and it is not easy to chop people with force in this posture, so often when you hold the axe, it means "I don't plan to cut you anymore".

Holding the ax, Xiaobai took two steps back, stood next to the wooden staff, put the one-handed ax back into his waist, picked up the wooden staff, and looked at the leader.

The leader looked at Xiaobai with lingering fear, and seeing him put away the axe, he was a little surprised and at the same time heaved a sigh of relief, regained his composure, beat his chest twice with his hand, and raised his fist high.

This kind of behavior means approval, which is the same as picking a thumbs up.

The leader didn't speak, turned around and walked forward, and the tribesmen of Scandilu followed up. When passing by, they patted Xiaobai's shoulder twice, with kind smiles on their faces.

Respecting the strong and seeking life at sea all the year round makes the Scandinavians respect the strong very much. The Scandinavians are willing to accept those who are strong enough and ruthless. After all, only by following the strong can they get a better life.

Xiaobai nodded to the passing tribal people, and followed them.

This time, nothing happened. The leader led the tribal people into a big house. The house was built with stones. It looked crude, but it could prevent wind and rain.

The room is not small, with a space of four to five hundred square meters, without any divisions. It is like a huge factory building. There are burning bonfires on the ground. There are still some people in the room, three groups, two groups around the fire. At first glance, it feels like entering a refugee camp, and there is a mixed odor in the air.

Although the environment is not good, Xiaobai doesn't care. It is a great happiness to be able to find a warm place to warm up in the ice and snow, and it cannot be forced too much.

The leader led the tribesmen into the big house, drove away a few tribesmen who were hiding beside the fires, occupied three fires as if there was no one there, and signaled Xiaobai to come over and warm himself by the fire.

Xiaobai was not pretentious, wrapped in a bearskin cloak, sat down by the leader's fire, and sent his hands over to bake. The warmth of the flames dispelled the cold on his body, and the snow on the cloak quickly melted and fell to the ground , because of the snow water, the bear skin is particularly supple.

The Scandic Lu tribe who was sitting next to Xiaobai picked up a black object and handed it to Xiaobai, gesticulating towards his mouth.

(End of this chapter)