Online game: Confession of love to a noble daughter at the beginning

Chapter 119

The Heritage Temple is a very special place.

It will look for qualified people who can receive the inheritance nearby and give them divine power in advance.

This divine power may be manifested in the special physique of the qualified people.

And the qualified people in the Far North, only these barbarians can be recognized by the Heritage Temple.

Only qualified people can awaken the temple.

Victor thought that he would need to find several tribes in a row to find such a qualified person, but he was lucky.

The only one who survived was a barbarian boy who seemed to be only in his teens.

His red hair only grew slightly, and his limbs grew particularly strong because he lived in an extreme environment for many years. He was wearing a wide white spotted animal skin.

The animal skin clothes were also burned and blackened under the terrifying flames.

But even though he was in such a fierce flame, his body was intact.

This is the manifestation of his divine power, not afraid of high temperatures.

In the game, that is immunity to fire damage.

The barbarian boy looked at the indifferent Victor, yelling and waving his hands while yelling, and seemed very excited.

Seeing that Victor did not move, the boy knelt directly in front of Victor, kowtowed for a long time, and finally crawled there motionless.

It seemed that he regarded Victor as a god representing fire.

Victor just watched all his actions coldly:

"Unenlightened barbarians, relying on the little power obtained from outside, are doing whatever they want on the border of a huge empire."

He turned his head and looked at the nearby poles, where all kinds of flesh and blood were hanging. In the blur, Victor seemed to see some indescribable flesh and blood.

There seemed to be some clothes that had been frozen stiff on it.

Seeing this, Victor was disgusted and nauseated.

He wished to revive these dead barbarians again and grind their bones and ashes a thousand times.

"You know what, Vega."

"That's why, except for Gwen, I hate all the knights in the North."

Including Angus.

He claimed to be righteous, but his mind was full of the inheritance of the goddess of justice.

Until this inheritance finally belonged to Gwen, even the goddess of justice felt that Angus's behavior had become paranoid and sinful.

So, Gwen killed him.

Not only because Angus intended to unite the north to resist Aurelian's rule.

But also because Angus was already deeply sinful.

Even if he did nothing.

But this is the north, and there are barbarians called "evil beasts" on the border.

His inaction is already a great sin.

Victor didn't care whether Vega would respond to him. He just looked at the barbarian kneeling at his feet with disgust, and the giant hand made of lava suddenly grew behind him.

In an instant, the barbarian boy in front of him was grabbed and lifted up by him, and held in the giant lava hand.

The giant hand shrank fiercely, wishing to rub his body into a pulp.

In the endless roar of the wind and snow, even a hundred meters away from the tribe, one could clearly hear the fierce screams and the sound of bones breaking.

Until he could crush the barbarian boy to death, he stopped the contraction of the giant hand and no longer cared about the dying poor guy in his hand.

As long as he had a breath left, Victor would not pay attention to him again.

There was still a long way to go to the inheritance temple.

He carried the bloody barbarian and continued to walk in the wind and snow, leaving the ruined tribe behind him burning fiercely.

.......

On a snowy field, a little snow floated in the air, like a piece of broken flowers.

The white-haired old man stood in it, and his white hair and white eyebrows made him blend into the snow more closely.

He was wearing a white fur coat, and as the snowflakes fell on it, he showed a bit of indifference.

Dozens of strong barbarians surrounded him.

Each of the barbarians held a weapon, and the sharp points of the weapons were burning with red flames.

They tore their throats and waved their weapons to rush towards the old man.

The old man looked at the barbarians attacking him, and he did not show any panic.

Instead, he slowly raised his arm, moved his fingers in the air, and drew white and blue lines in the air.

A little bit of ice slowly began to condense on his gloves.

An extremely long ice axe suddenly appeared on the old man's right hand, and he swung the long axe at a speed like an afterimage, killing several strong barbarians who rushed over with one blow.

Looking at the bloody barbarian limbs, the old man just shook off the remaining blood on the ice axe, and looked at the barbarians who trembled and took a few steps back,Instead, he burst into laughter.

"Go on, come again."

He hooked his finger at the remaining barbarians as if to provoke them.

The barbarians looked at each other, not knowing whether to advance or retreat.

They did not come here to cause trouble for this old man.

Instead, they were surrounded by this old man.

Many barbarians have seen his appearance, so they naturally know who he is.

Vladimir Lebedev.

The strongest fourth-level magician in the North, known as the [Supreme Confessor of Extreme Ice].

These barbarians were originally here to seek out the autumn wind, to see if there was anything nearby that could be robbed, and if there were any creatures that could serve as their future rations.

But unexpectedly, they would encounter the nightmare of this barbarian here.

But retreating without a fight is not the style of those barbarians. Although one of their kind was killed, they still believed that they could defeat the demon that had troubled them for a long time.

The barbarians roared to the sky, as if they were praying for strength, and began to roar wildly. No one could understand their chattering.

As if the pre-prayer was completed, the barbarians began to wave their weapons burning with fire, and began to circle around Vladimir, constantly approaching.

"What kind of bird language are you speaking? I can't understand it!"

He laughed, then his eyebrows sank, and a frosty breath began to spread.

As a wizard, Vladimir is more accustomed to relying on magic to assist the body in combat.

A barbarian held a flaming spear and stabbed Vladimir's back of the head fiercely.

Vladimir retreated, and his palm was filled with a gauntlet made of ice, and he held the fragile spear tightly.

The ice gradually flowed slowly along the tip of the spear towards the burning spear body.

The barbarian suddenly pulled back, but found that the spear seemed to be stuck and could not move. It simply abandoned the spear and rushed towards Vladimir with its strong body.

Soon, the old man swung the frozen spear and threw it behind him. The high-speed ice spear pierced the head of a barbarian holding two knives who was preparing not far away.

Looking back, the barbarian who rushed over had already appeared less than ten meters in front of him.

With a sudden swing of his right leg, the icy footsteps had already kicked the barbarian's head to pieces.

The blue glove on Vladimir's right hand flashed slightly, and an ice dagger appeared in the palm of his hand. He stabbed the barbarian with a burst head in his hand and threw it to a red-haired barbarian holding a battle axe not far away.

The corpse collided with the body, and the huge impact immediately penetrated the entire snowfield, tearing out a deep gully.

The barbarian fell into the valley with the corpse.

Touching his gloves, Vladimir slowly put a cigar in his mouth.

The magic attribute of a wizard is basically single.

However, for a wizard with strong physical strength, a single magic is also a very powerful helper.

Holding an unlit cigar in his mouth, he slowly walked towards a barbarian who was retreating behind him.

Perhaps it was because of the terror caused by his momentum.

The barbarian even forgot the chain hammer in his hand and stood there in a daze.

Vladimir stepped on his feet and quickly appeared in front of the barbarian.

The force was very clever, and the huge force only made the barbarian's internal organs feel an incomparable tremor. It took a few steps back and fell off the cliff.

In the last second, the barbarian used his huge hand to hold the snowy ground, trying to climb up and face the enemy again.

Vladimir walked leisurely to the cliff, looked at the cold ice ocean surging under the cliff, and smiled.

"Hmm!"

He crouched down, put his gloves on the hanging barbarian's arm, and released an ice magic, freezing the barbarian on the edge.

After doing all this, he ignored the barbarian's screams and touched his pocket.

But he showed a surprised expression.

"Tsk, bad, I forgot to bring flint."

As an ice wizard, he naturally wouldn't use the fire element magic played by these birdmen.

As if he thought of something, Vladimir lowered his head and raised his eyebrows at the barbarian.

The poor barbarian didn't understand what Vladimir meant until he saw the old man trying to untie his belt, and his face suddenly changed.

He quickly stretched out his other unfrozen hand, waved it in the air, and mumbled a lot of language.

Although Vladimir didn't understand the barbarian's language, he knew that the barbarian must be scolding him at this moment.

A burst of fire suddenly burst out from the barbarian's hand. The old man laughed and took two steps back.

The high flame lit the cigar just right, emitting a strong smell of tobacco.

HeHe took a deep breath and blew out two smoke rings.

"Hiss~ Huh, haha!"

"I love fighting with you guys of the [Flame Sword], you're good at lighting fire."

"Powerful!"

He laughed heartily twice, squatted down, and condensed the ice axe on his gloves again.

He cut off the man's palm with one hand, and watched the barbarian fall helplessly.

The Arctic Ocean stirred up several meters of water waves until a black shadow slowly appeared under the Arctic Ocean and swallowed the body.

A faint blood color appeared.

Vladimir stood up, holding a cigar in his mouth, and there were pools of red behind him.

He blew out a smoke ring with a sense of loss and shouted to the sky.

"Look at how scared you are, come out."

A very young-looking man ran out from behind the frozen tree, his eyes full of sorrow.

He came to Vladimir's side, looking at the tragic corpses around him, and couldn't help feeling a little nauseous.

"General..." Vladimir turned around and asked as he walked. "Tell me, what did the B knights do again?" The deputy beside him took a wanted order and handed it to Vladimir. He took it with a cigar in his mouth and glanced at it casually. There was also the face of this person on it. "Yesterday, they issued a wanted order, and now it is estimated that it has spread throughout the north." "Those knights hope that our 'Pale Magic Guild' can help arrest this person." Vladimir took a puff of the cigar and exhaled the smoke. "Hiss, this kid looks familiar, what's his name, Victor?" "His name is well-known in the capital, and his reputation has affected the north, but..." The old man smoked cigars and danced every day, and fought and killed barbarians. How could he pay attention to these things? But there is one thing that Dick understood very well. The old man would definitely not help the knights, because...

"Haha, he is a wizard?"

"Tell the knights that wizards are free to come here."

He laughed three times, as if he had thought of something, and turned to look at Dick.

"What did this man do that deserves their arrest across the country?"

"Uh..."

Dick was a little embarrassed, but still said.

"Victor, he beat Angus and his son into paralysis."

"So, they insisted on finding Victor and asking for an explanation..."

Vladimir was silent for a while, and instructed:

"Let the guys below look for this guy and try to find him."

"Then..."

"I must have a drink with this guy! Hahaha!"