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The tribe below is constantly burning with blazing flames, and many animal skins are piled together. Even the roofs of the houses are made of furs sewn together from various animal skins.

Victor slowly squeezed a red formation in his hand, chanting obscure spells in his mouth.

Soon, a striking and terrifying fiery red appeared between the clouds.

The magnificence and high temperature seemed to burn the entire sky.

[Fourth-level magic: Burning Heaven]

In an instant, the wind and snow above the tribe gradually subsided, replaced by incomparable heat.

Flame pythons kept falling from the sky, bombarding the huge stockade.

Suddenly, the flames ignited half of the sky, and the entire earth began to crack.

A large group of men with weapons came out of the tribe. They were covered in red hair, like uncivilized beasts.

They gathered together, chirping something toward Victor in the sky.

Victor waved his finger, and a ferocious flame python suddenly fell towards the crowd.

The endless flames suddenly engulfed the crowd.

Piece after piece of barbarians were burning with flames, and they were running in all directions, trying to extinguish the flames on their bodies.

But, it was useless after all.

As the barbarians turned into coke and fell into the wind and snow one by one, the whole village fell into silence.

Only the crackling of flames burning the building could be heard.

Victor looked at the tragic scene, slowly fell down, and stared at a barbarian trembling in the flames.

Huddled in the flames, he stared at Victor with endless terror in his eyes.

And those flames didn't seem to burn him at all.

Victor looked at him indifferently and said slowly;

"Luckily, I just found you in the first tribe."

"Temple qualified person."

Chapter 119 I have to find a way to kill all these savages

The Temple of Inheritance is a very special place.

It will look for qualified people who can accept the inheritance nearby, and send divine power to them in advance.

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

As for the qualifications in the extreme north, only these barbarians can be recognized by the inheritance temple.

Only those who are qualified can awaken the temple.

Victor thought he would need to search 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 in his teens.

The red hair on his body has only grown slightly, and his limbs have grown extraordinarily strong because of living in the extreme environment all year round. He is wearing a large white spotted animal hide.

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

But even though he was under such a raging flame, his body was intact.

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

Converted in the game, it is immune to fire attribute damage.

The barbarian boy looked at the indifferent Victor, yelling and dancing, looking very excited.

Seeing that Victor did not move, the young man knelt directly in front of Victor, knelt for a long time, and finally lay there motionless.

It seems that Victor is regarded as a god representing fire.

Victor just watched all its movements coldly:

"Barbarians without enlightenment, relying on the little power they got from outside, are running amok on the border of a huge empire."

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

On it, there seemed to be some clothes that had been frozen stiff.

Seeing this, Victor was disgusted to the point of disgust.

He wished he could bring these dead barbarians back to life and crush them a thousand times.

"You know, Vega."

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

Including Angus.

He claims to be righteous, but all he can think about is the legacy of the Goddess of Justice.

Until this inheritance finally belonged to Gwen, even the goddess of justice felt that Angus' behavior had become so paranoid that it became a crime.

So, Gwen killed him.

Not just because Angus intended to unite the North against Aurelion's rule.

It's because Angus has already committed a lot of crimes.

Even if he didn't do anything.

But here 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 prostrate and kneeling barbarian in disgust, and a giant hand made of lava suddenly grew out behind him.

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

The giant hand contracted fiercely, wishing to rub his body into a meat paste.

In the endless roar of the wind and snow, even a hundred meters away from the tribe, the fierce screams and the sound of bones smashing could be clearly heard.

Before he could crush the barbarian boy to death, he stopped shrinking his giant hand and no longer cared about the dying creature in his hand.

As long as he was breathing, Victor would not pay him another look.

There is still a long way to go to the Temple of Inheritance.

He carried the bloody barbarian and continued walking in the wind and snow, letting the ruins of the tribe behind him burn with fierce flames.

.......

On a snowy field, slight snow drifts in the air, like a broken flower.

A gray-haired old man stood among them. His white hair and white eyebrows made him blend closer into the snow.

He was covered in a white fur coat, and as the snowflakes fell on it, he looked a little indifferent.

He was surrounded by dozens of very strong barbarians.

All the barbarians held weapons, and the sharp points of the weapons were burning with red flames.

They tore their voices, swung their weapons and rushed towards the old man.

The old man watched several barbarians attacking him, without showing any panic.

Instead, he slowly raised his arms, interacting with his fingers in the air, drawing white and blue patterns in the air.

Slightly cold ice slowly began to condense on his gloves.

An extremely long ice battle ax suddenly appeared on the old man's right hand, swinging the long battle ax at the speed of an afterimage, killing several strong barbarians who were charging with one blow.

Looking at the blood-spattered barbarian limbs, the old man just shook off the remaining blood on the ice battle axe, and laughed loudly when he saw the trembling barbarians taking a few steps back.

"Go on, come again."

As if provoking, he raised his fingers at the remaining barbarians.

Those barbarians looked at each other in blank dismay, neither advancing nor retreating.

They didn't come here to trouble the old man.

Instead, they were surrounded by the old man.

Many barbarians have seen his appearance and naturally know who he is.

Vladimir Lebedev.

The strongest Tier [-] mage in the Northern Territory is known as [The Confessor of Extreme Ice].

These barbarians were here to beat the autumn wind, to see if there was anything nearby that could be snatched, and if there were any creatures that could be used as rations for them later.

But I didn't expect to meet the nightmare of this barbarian here.

But retreating without fighting is not the style of those barbarians. Although one of their kind was killed, they still believe that they can defeat the demons that have plagued their barbarians for a long time.

The barbarians roared to the sky, and began to roar as if praying for strength. No one could understand the jangling cries.

It seemed that after the preliminaries were completed, the barbarians began to wave weapons burning with flames, and began to circle around Vladimir, getting closer and closer.

"I can't even understand what kind of bird language I'm talking about!"

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

As a mage, Vladimir is more accustomed to relying on magic to assist physical combat.

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

Vladimir withdrew behind him, his palms filled with gauntlets made of ice, and he tightly held the fragile spear.

The ice slowly flowed away from the tip of the gun towards the burning gun body.

The barbarian pulled back suddenly, 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 his frozen spear and threw it behind him. The high-speed ice spear pierced through the head of a barbarian with two knives prepared not far away.

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

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

The blue glove on Vladimir's right hand shone slightly, and a icy dagger appeared in the palm of his hand, piercing the barbarian's body with his head exploded, and threw it at a man with a tomahawk not far away. The red-haired barbarian.