Lord of the North

"Feng, go back to...our tribe, let...they quickly move...get away from there..."

On the ice field, the leader of the barbarian hunting team and one of the most powerful warriors of the Tomahawk tribe, Hyena, lying in the arms of a young barbarian, said intermittently, clutching his arm tightly.

This once powerful warrior who has been respected by the people of his clan looks very miserable at the moment. There are more than a dozen arrows stuck in his body, and the blood can't stop flowing out.

He is dying.

After Beowulf discovered them, there was no extra negotiation or contact. In the furious eyes of these savages, three waves of arrows that seemed to cover the sky and the sun instantly covered the entire barbarian team.

Before the sword could meet, the entire barbarian camp had lost nearly a third of its soldiers, and they had no choice but to hide behind their huge sled.

He kept sending out soldiers to ask for help from his tribe, but every time the soldiers who went out were shot to death by an arrow before they could run a hundred meters away, even with a shield in his hand, he couldn't resist the deadly arrow.

Those human beings are like playing with them. They lined up quietly in the distance without rushing to attack, so they still have a way to survive, and that is to flee back together.

But they are reluctant to bear their full load of prey, these foods are related to the living conditions of the tribe in the coming months.

And Hyena was one of those barbarians who had not escaped the arrow rain at first, because he was standing at the forefront of the team and there was no shelter nearby.

The plane-named Barbarian warrior who stood with him at that time fell to the ground and died, with arrows all over his body.

"No, Uncle Hyena, we can't escape."

Feng shook his head vigorously. He also saw the fate of the soldier who had fled before. He went out to die in vain.

He was scared, after all, he was still young and had not experienced this kind of edge of life and death.

"you listen to me."

The hyena slammed his hands to interrupt Feng's words. He took a few breaths, then endured the pain in his body and stared at him with both eyes and continued to say to him: "You are the fastest warrior in our tribe, we will …To cover you, don’t do anything after you go out...just take care, run all the way to the east, then turn...the way back to the tribe, don’t go back... come to rescue us, inform the patriarch, and take the tribe away from there!"

As his words fell, a dozen more barbarians approached, each holding two shields in their hands.

"We can go together."

Feng was a little unacceptable: "Leave these prey to them, and we will take it back sooner or later!"

"Then what about our injured people? And if we run away together, I believe these humans will chase us down. I don't think we can get past their arrows."

Another barbarian interrupted in an angry and lonely tone, and said that these barbarians' hearts were still not cruel enough. If they were replaced by the ancients, maybe he would be very cruel to order the tribe to attack humans. He deserted the tribe and fled.

"Go, we're going to stay...hold these humans..."

After saying this, Hyena's face had become pale without the slightest blood, and he was gasping for breath. He lost too much blood and could no longer hold on to it.

"I see."

Feng whispered his lips, took two shields from a barbarian next to him, raised them to protect his head, took a deep look at the hyena lying on the ground, then turned and rushed out with the other barbarians.

After rushing out of the shelter of the mammoth, all the savages were covering him to escape, and people were shot to death by Beowulf, but in the end three savages escaped.

They kept in mind that they ran to the east without turning their heads.

"My lord, are you going to chase?" a soldier looked at the three barbarians who had fled and asked softly.

"no need."

Beowulf glanced at the three small black spots in the distance, and then stopped paying attention. Their target was the dozen or so huge mammoths in front of them, not the savages.

Even if they all ran away from the army, they would not pursue it, because the situation of their tribe at this time should not be any better than their situation.

"Slowly move forward and force them down."

There are still not enough barbarian slaves in the mines, and the efficiency is really low. Beowulf squinted and looked into the distance. He didn't know that his efforts had not been exchanged for a lot of benefits.

They were all put together by the patriarch Kyle.

…………………………

The next day, Lancelot, who was far away in Lucca City, came to the dungeon and stood quietly outside looking at the naked and chained Swordsman.

The extraordinary energy in his body has been dissipated by Lancelot, but without the extraordinary power, the Demon Swordsman still has the strength not weaker than that of the extraordinary knight, even if it encounters the great knight, it is not impossible to fight.

Therefore, he was left with special shackles made by the dwarf master, and dozens of soldiers were watching throughout the day.

"Why didn't you kill me?"

The magic swordsman opened his eyes immediately after Lancelot came. uukanshu. Com quietly looked at this man who had defeated him.

"Because you are still useful."

Although surprised by the calmness of the magic swordsman, Lancelot still expressed his thoughts. He didn't like the hypocritical thinking, so he went straight to the subject.

"Tell me where and where you came from."

Although Robbins said he was from the Deep Blue Cross, Lancelot wouldn’t really believe it stupidly, because that guy didn’t look like a good thing. He saved him by himself and he escaped secretly. There is a ghost in my heart.

"..."

The Demon Swordsman smiled when he heard the words, maybe he hadn't smiled for a long time, his smile was a little stiff, and then he closed his eyes again.

Lancelot was not annoyed to see him like this, and even moved a stool to sit outside his prison door.

The Magic Swordsman opened his eyes and looked at his movements in confusion.

"Simply chat with you."

Lancelot smiled and said that he broke through with the pressure of the magic swordsman, so he was not very hostile to this guy, and it seemed that he had some stories.

When these stories are related to the Deep Blue Cross and the Holy See, he is even more interested.

"We have nothing to talk about."

The Magic Swordsman closed his eyes again and didn't want to pay attention to Lancelot. Although he didn't like the dark blue cross stars, he joined them to fight the Holy See, but it doesn't mean that he would betray them without integrity.

"Don't answer so quickly. In fact, our relationship with the Holy See is very ordinary, even a little bit hostile."

Lancelot swung back the nearby guards, and then smiled and said that he had a way to make the Magic Swordsman speak to himself.

Sure enough, the Demon Swordsman opened his eyes instantly after hearing this sentence.