Game of Thrones: Digger of the Dreadfort

But without exception, they were all knocked down.

From the beginning one by one, then two or three together.

But don't talk about beating Domeric.

So far, no one has been able to touch the hem of his clothes.

If Domeric hadn't killed him, there wouldn't be dozens of tribal warriors lying on the ground at this moment, but a pile of corpses.

Shock, turmoil, horror, numbness...

Followed by worship and blind obedience!

The hostility in the mountain man's eyes when he looked at Domeric gradually dissipated, and gradually became filled with awe.

The more dangerous the living environment, the more worship of the strong.

The genes of Mu Qiang from the Gaoshan clan have been engraved in their bones.

"Who else is coming?"

Domeric's sharp eyes swept across the dense crowd under the altar and said loudly.

Seeing his glance coming towards him, some mountain men who considered themselves warriors unconsciously averted their eyes.

……

"And I!"

In a dull, deep drink.

There was a sudden commotion among the mountain men.

A burly man, with a height of seven feet, pushed through the crowd with a beast-like aura, and came to Domeric with an expressionless face.

He was holding two double-edged battle axes in his hands. Under the sunlight, they carried a strange, insoluble smell of blood.

He is the leader of the Painted Dog Tribe—Olav, son of Orn!

As one of the leaders of the ten major tribes, Olaf naturally did not come on stage immediately like ordinary mountain men.

"Leader Olaf, teach this outsider a lesson for us!"

"Gods be damned, we can't let a nobleman become the 'King of the Mountain Men', right!?"

……

It can be seen that Olaf's popularity is not very good, and his prestige is not very high.

Most of the people waving flags and cheering for him were people from his own tribe, and there were also some small tribes that were attached to the Painted Dog Tribe.

And other mountain people.

Not to mention the hostile Black Ear tribe, which did not hide the hostility in their eyes, other large tribes also looked on with cold eyes.

Compared to Domeric, an outsider, Olaf, who is also a mountain man, seems to be even less popular.

What a waste of character!

Chapter 161 You may not win

"Is he the noble you colluded with?"

Olaf snorted coldly. He did not look at Zilla, but stared at Domeric, and said coldly: "When can outsiders get involved in the affairs of the Alpine clan?"

Not to be outdone, Zilla snorted coldly, "Lord Domeric is the new leader of the Burning Man Tribe and the Stone Crow Tribe. How can he be an outsider?"

"Humph!" Olaf ignored Zilla again.

He looked at Domeric and said in a low voice: "Although you are a noble from outside the mountain, you are very strong and your actions are to my liking. Are you willing to surrender to me?"

Olaf thought that the nobleman who had colluded with the Black Ear tribe would use some despicable conspiracy to deal with him.

However, the other party relied on its own strength to compete openly for the throne of "King of the Mountain Men" in the martial arts competition.

This left him speechless.

If the nobleman is willing to surrender to him, Olaf can consider leaving his life.

"Submit to you?" Domeric couldn't help laughing.

Fascinated by self-confidence?

I really don't know where his confidence comes from.

Domeric grabbed a piece of hair blown by the wind from the air.

[The secret digging system is triggered! 】

Lines of square text suddenly appeared in front of his retina:

Olaf

Identity: Leader of the Painted Dog Tribe

Title: Son of Ornn

Power: 110

Agility: 75

Spirit: 12

Combat power index: 197

Note: While the target is not in fear, you cannot pry into his secrets.

The combat power index of 197 is almost the same as "Giant Bane" Tormund.

He is indeed a strong man among the mountain men, but in Domeric's eyes he is a bit lacking.

After all, Domeric's combat power index of 272 is no joke, and he can definitely be beaten.

"Your strength is too weak to make me surrender." Domeric said in a calm tone like remembering to buy a pack of salt when going out.

"Oh?"

Olaf looked at Domeric, a burning fighting spirit flashed in his eyes, and he raised his double-edged battle ax:

"If you are not afraid of becoming a dead soul under my axe, then come up and die!"

Looking at this mountain man who exuded the aura of a beast, Domeric nodded: "If you can do it, don't talk nonsense!"

Upon hearing this, a flash of shame and anger flashed across Olaf's face, he shouted angrily, his double-edged battle ax tore the air, and in an instant he appeared in front of Domeric.

The "Ice" sword tilted and collided with the double-edged battle ax, causing fierce sparks.

There was a loud thunderous noise, which made the ears of many mountain people around them ring.

"It's quite powerful!"

Domeric shook his hand. The strength index of 110 was not empty. At least the strength was at the same level as his own, and the agility of 75 was not bad either.

But it’s far from enough to be my opponent!

"Ice" turned around and brought up a piece of sword light to slash at Olaf.

Olaf snorted coldly, raised his battle ax, and braced his two-handed sword. The imagined collision did not happen.

"Ice" and the double-edged battle ax were separated at the first touch, and the center of gravity deviated, driving the opponent's figure, almost causing Olaf to stumble, and his chest felt uncomfortable.

Immediately afterwards, Domeric's big sword drew a semi-arc in the air and struck again from a tricky angle.

Each sword is faster than the other, and it is as continuous as a violent storm.

Olaf frowned slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable with this style of fighting. He held his double-edged battle ax horizontally in front of his chest as a defensive gesture.

"Martial arts in the world are invincible!

Only fast will not break! "

Domeric said words that Olaf could not understand.

The big sword in his hand suddenly accelerated, drawing afterimages in the air.

A "chi" sound.

The cold blade of "Ice" easily bypassed Olaf's double-edged battle ax.

The next moment, the cold sword edge was placed on Olaf's neck, cutting the flesh and blood.

Olaf looked at Domeric in a daze, a little confused.

It turns out that fighting can be so fancy?

There was an indescribable discomfort in my heart. Even though I had a lot of strength, I had already lost before I could unleash it.

This feeling made him quite uncomfortable.

"Olav from the Painted Dog Tribe, you lose."

Zira, who had been watching the battle, looked at Olaf and sneered.

"I lost, but I won again!"

Olaf suddenly raised his head, glanced at Domeric with a solemn look, and suddenly raised his head to the sky and roared.

"Crash", "Crash"!

There was a sound of weapons clashing.

Only then did everyone realize that, at some point,

The exit outside the valley was already occupied by soldiers from the Painted Dog Tribe.

The spears were sharp, the bows and arrows were unloaded, and the cold arrows were aimed at the unarmed compatriots surrounding the altar.

They are all members of the Painted Dog Tribe, and there are thousands of warriors.

It has to be said that the Painted Dog Tribe is indeed the largest tribe in the Gaoshan Clan. The number of soldiers alone exceeds the number of people from the Burning Man Tribe and the Stone Crow Tribe combined.

"Today, I got to be the 'King of the Mountain Men'!

If you don't want to die, surrender to me immediately! "

Olaf ignored the big sword on his neck, looked at all the tribal leaders on the altar with his beast-like eyes, and his words sounded like thunder.