Lord of the North

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

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

This warrior who was once extremely powerful and respected by his clan looked very miserable at the moment. There were more than a dozen arrows pierced into his body, and the blood flowed out unstoppably.

He is dying.

After Beowulf discovered them, there was no extra negotiation or contact at all. In the eyes of this group of barbarians, three waves of arrow rain seemed to cover the entire barbarian team in an instant.

Before the sword could meet, the entire barbarian camp lost nearly a third of its fighters, and they had to hide behind their huge sleigh carts as a last resort.

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

Those human beings seemed to be playing tricks on them, and they lined up quietly in the distance and were not in a hurry to attack, so they still had a way to survive, and that was to escape together.

But they are reluctant to part with their full load of prey, which is related to the living conditions of the tribe in the next few months.

Hyena was one of those barbarians who didn't escape the rain of arrows in the first place, because he was at the head of the line and there was no cover nearby.

The barbarian warrior who was standing with him at that time fell to the ground and died at that time, his body was full of arrows.

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

Feng shook his head vigorously, he had also seen the fate of the soldiers who escaped before, and going out was just to die for nothing.

He was afraid, after all, he was still young and had never experienced this kind of edge of life and death.

"you listen to me."

Lie used both hands violently, interrupting Feng's words, he took a few deep breaths, then endured the pain in his body and stared at him and continued to say to him: "You are the fastest warrior in our tribe, we will ...to cover you, do nothing after you go out...don't worry about it, run all the way to the east, then turn...back to the tribe, don't come back...come to save us, notify the patriarch, and take the tribe out of there !"

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

"We can go together."

Feng couldn't accept it: "Leave these prey to them, we will get them back sooner or later!"

"Then what about our injured clansmen? And if we escape together, I believe these humans will hunt us down. I don't think we can outrun their arrows."

Another barbarian interjected angrily and desolately, saying that these barbarians are not cruel enough. If it were Gu, maybe he would be very cruel and order his tribe to attack humans. He abandoned his tribe and fled.

"Go, we want to stay... hold these humans..."

After Lie finished speaking, his face became pale and bloodless, and he was gasping for breath. He lost too much blood and couldn't hold on any longer.

"I see."

Feng pursed his lips, took two shields from a barbarian beside him, lifted them up to protect his head, took a deep look at the mane lying on the ground, then turned around and rushed out with the other barbarians.

After rushing out of the shelter of the mammoth, all the savages covered him and escaped, and Beowulf shot people to death, but finally three savages escaped alive.

They kept Lie's entrustment in mind and ran to the east without looking back.

"My lord, do you want to chase them?" A soldier looked at the three barbarians who had fled and asked softly.

"No."

Beowulf glanced at the three small black dots in the distance, and then paid no attention. Their target was these dozen huge mammoths in front of them,

Not these savages.

Even if they all escaped, the army would not pursue them, because the situation of their tribe at this time should not be any better than theirs.

"Come forward slowly and force them down."

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

They were all put together by the Kyle patriarch.

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

The extraordinary energy in his body has been dispersed by Lancelot, but without the extraordinary power, the magic swordsman is still not weaker than the extraordinary knight. Even if he meets the great knight, he is not unable to fight.

So he left the special shackles made by the dwarf master on his body, and dozens of soldiers watched all day long.

"Why didn't you kill me?"

The magic swordsman opened his eyes immediately after Lancelot came, and quietly looked at the man who had defeated him.

"Because you still have some uses."

Although surprised by the calmness of the magic swordsman, Lancelot still expressed his thoughts. He didn't like that kind of hypocrisy, so he went straight to the point.

"Tell me your purpose and origin."

Although Robbins said that he was from the Dark Blue Cross Star, Lancelot would not believe it foolishly, because that guy didn't seem like a good thing, and he escaped secretly after saving him by himself. It's just that there are ghosts in my heart.

"..."

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

Lancelot was not annoyed when he saw him like this, and even moved a stool to sit outside his cell door.

The magic swordsman opened his eyes, watching his movements suspiciously.

"Talk to you briefly."

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

When these stories were related to the Dark Blue Cross and the Holy See, he became even more interested.

"We have nothing to talk about."

The magic swordsman closed his eyes again, ignoring Lancelot. Although he didn't like the dark blue cross, he joined them to fight against the Holy See, but it didn't mean he would betray them without integrity.

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

Lancelot waved away the nearby guards, and then said with a smile that he had a way to make the magic swordsman speak to himself.

Sure enough, the magic swordsman opened his eyes instantly after hearing these words.