Lord of the North

Two days later, Beowulf hurried to a hidden spot near the Tomahawk tribe with a few cavalrymen, quietly observing the movements of the barbarians in the tribe.

But the strange thing is that after observing for a long time, they didn't find any old and weak women and children walking around in this tribe, only nearly a thousand young and strong warriors walked back and forth in the tribe holding torches and yelling.

After a busy night, they gradually divided into two waves, and some of the barbarians with a number of about two hundred gathered outside the gate of the tribe with various weapons and tools.

The rest climbed up the Horde's fortifications and began to alert the surrounding environment.

This seems very abnormal.

The savages had been busy all night, so Beowulf and the soldiers stayed here all night.

The night on the ice field was not pleasant, and the cold wind at night felt as painful as a knife on the face, so the soldiers who followed him were not in a good condition.

"Something is wrong."

Seeing the scene after the barbarians gathered, he frowned and said softly, if they were going out to invade other tribes, they shouldn't have sent only so few people.

For these savages performed a ceremony before the tribe at the end of the assembly, a cruel ceremony.

A dozen or so barbarians who looked like captives were tied up tightly with ropes and pushed to the front of the tribe and knelt down on the ground. A tall barbarian stood in front of them, jumping and jumping, opening and closing his mouth for some unknown reason. What.

Immediately afterwards, he raised his hands and yelled a few words, because Beowulf was too far away to hear clearly, but the next scene made him a little startled.

Several Tomahawk tribe barbarians held weapons and cut off the head of the tightly bound prisoner, and several barbarians filled some crude containers with blood.

In front of the group of barbarian warriors who were about to leave the tribe and didn't know what to do, they actually took the container and drank the blood in it under the watchful eyes of everyone!

"this……"

A soldier named Tie Ya happened to see this scene, his eyes were full of fear, they were not afraid of fighting and death, but the blood after death would be drunk, this is not acceptable to them.

"It's really a wild family, full of wild ugliness."

Beowulf snorted coldly and narrowed his eyes. He was very disgusted with this cruel behavior, which reminded him of the two monsters he had killed.

"My lord, they have left, shall we follow?"

By this time the barbarians had finished their bloody rituals and were slowly moving north.

"Over there is..."

Beowulf frowned and looked to the north. There should be no other tribes there.

"Five days' journey in that direction, there is a grand canyon, and there is no other special place except that."

A soldier stepped forward and said softly that these scouts had already memorized the nearby terrain and special areas clearly, and this was their task.

"Want to follow?" Then he asked again.

"No, go back to the camp, let's ask the group of barbarian slaves in the mine first." Beowulf stared at the tribe for a while, then looked away, turned and left, and said softly.

As long as there is some food, the group of barbarian slaves will definitely spit out everything they know, not to mention that it is said that the relationship between the Tomahawk tribe and the Blackstone tribe has not been very harmonious.

It can even be said to be hostile. If it weren't for that mage, the Blackstone tribe might have been annexed or even massacred long ago.

Just looking at the size of the number of people, you can tell that they can't resist the Tomahawk tribe. This is not a human society. They are fighting for equipment and tactics. The only way for the barbarians to win the war on this harsh ice field is to have more population and fighters.

"Yes, my lord."

The soldier replied respectfully, then turned his head and glanced at the Tomahawk tribe with scattered torches in the distance, then turned and followed Beowulf.

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"It is the demon god of the storm, the son of the north wind,

Living on the endless mountain in the far north, guarding the Winter Temple there, all life that dares to set foot there will become ice sculptures and stay in that forbidden land forever. "

Willett took the book that recorded the northern myths and legends and read it softly to Jason.

The mainland lingua franca established by the Holy See was actually born out of this ancient script. Jason could recognize a few characters, but he couldn't read them normally.

"This beast has quite a few titles."

After hearing this, Jason sneered. This should be the name given to it by the awe of the ancestors. In Jason's view, this is a cruel and cunning beast.

"Is it a phantom beast?"

"This is not very clear, there is no record in the data."

Willett waved the book in his hand. The biggest feature of the Eudemons is that they can transform into energy bodies and disappear or appear instantly, but Babbitt has never shown such behavior.

But no one can be sure that it is really not Eudemons.

"Is there any information in your book about the Esthetic Beast Rockefeller in the north?"

Jason nodded when he heard the words, and then asked again.

The giant bear left him a huge gem, and there was another sentence that made him a little confused, which really made him a little worried.

Because he originally thought that his power would not be defeated when encountering these legendary monsters, but the last disaster made him change his view. Under the coercion of Rockefeller and Babbitt, he even No courage to act.

Your own army and the weapons you think are advanced are useless at all in the face of them, and can only increase casualties.

Lancelot and the others also said afterwards that this kind of giant beast cannot be defeated by the army. They can only send a large number of masters to siege and kill, and the strength of those who shoot must not be lower than that of the land knights. Feeling under the majesty, they don't even have the strength to hold their weapons.

"have."

Willett nodded immediately, quickly turned a few pages, and said: "The ancestors of the Northland called it the Son of Nature, and Rockefeller means hope in the ancient Northland language. The god of winter sent to save them."

"And every time Babbitt appears and causes harm, it will be accompanied by Rockefeller's arrival, and then he will be driven back to the ice field."

Speaking of this, Willett stopped, and after thinking for a while, he said: "Rockefellow seems to be supervising this giant beast, preventing it from crossing the ice sheet."

so...

After hearing this, Jason stroked his chin and fell into deep thought. He felt that he really wanted to touch some ancient secret, which was not a good thing.

The more you know, the more you think, and the more tired you live.