There was no disturbance from the undead, and Ed and they had a quiet but sleepless night. The next day, the unfortunate spy who had been followed by Tess waited by the stone statue with a bruised nose and a swollen face, and led them gloomily towards the Giant's Axe. Beneath the vertical cliff was a small tent, half of which was already buried in the snow.

"If we knew the guide was here, we wouldn't have to go into that town. Naria said. The man who had brought them here stood there silent, watching Ed step through the thick snow and walk towards the tent, a strange smile on his face.

Norway took a few quick steps and grabbed Ed.

"Be careful. He said.

They stopped some distance from their tents.

"Uh...... Excuse me, is anyone there?" Exclaimed Ed, turning to the elf and muttering, "What if he doesn't understand the lingua franca?"

"Don't worry, our friend will be happy to translate for us. Tess said with a grin, and she forced the man to come with her dagger.

The tent was slammed open, and a tall figure stepped out.

“...... Woman?" Ed said in a daze.

It was a woman about the same as Akan, her high nose made her protruding eyebrows look less abrupt, her complexion was dark, rough but clean, and she looked much more pleasing to the eye than the barbarians she had seen yesterday, with a plump figure, good features, long black hair tied behind her head, deep eyes that seemed to be black, but slightly blued, and an expressionless face that was cold and serious, more like a stone sculpture than a living person

She didn't speak, just looked down at Ed and Norvi faintly, her gaze lingering on Norvi's pointed ears for a moment before retracting it, even if she was surprised.

"We are...... Belch...... We wanted to go to the ice field to find the ice dragon, Jamun said...... "Ed stuttered a little for some reason. He had no idea that he would face a woman - in his mind's eye, he had always thought that the women of the barbarians were the same as the women of the dwarves, no different from men, and the one in front of him completely turned his imagination on its head. She was pretty good-looking and didn't have a beard...... But he has a breast enlargement that he has never seen before, and he doesn't care about exposing most of it. Whether in Visa or Stonbuch, women are beautiful for their slender and elegant bodies like elves, and the women of Anktann are fuller, but they always wrap themselves tightly......

The heap of thuds on his waist finally drove the mess out of his head. Ed staggered and fell unprepared to the snow, the screams of the girls and the sound of something breaking ring.

Without warning, the female savage drew a heavy, broad-bladed sword and slashed at Ed, and Norway, who was standing beside him, pushed him away with all his might, and the sword swung upwards with its sheath, blocking the heavy blow, the wooden scabbard cracked, and the elf took two steps back from the massive impact.

"Mad woman!" exclaimed Tess, pushing away the man in front of her and rushing forward.

"Don't come here!" Noway shouted, flashing another slash from the woman, and Tess paused for a moment before continuing to rush forward, and Naria drew her sword, only to be picked up by Akan behind her, and her feet off the ground.

"Akhan, let me down!" she cried, kicking Akan hard in the leg and striking his hand with the hilt of her sword, the simple big man who had been rescued by her and Tess was now only listening to Norvi, and sometimes it was a little annoying.

Akan strode and bent over, as if ready to pick up Tess as well, but Tess shrunk down to dodge him.

"Bad Akhan!" Tess cried, almost stabbing Akan in the hand, "Why do you only listen to the elf?

Akan stared at her a little aggrieved.

"Maybe Norway means they have to be one-on-one?" Ed, who had just gotten up from the ground, patted the snow on his body a little dazedly.

"Is this some kind of strange greeting from a barbarian?" Naria gave up struggling, looking at the two men who were in a mess.

"The barbarian's greeting is to split the people you just met in half?" Tess was dissatisfied with this explanation, but the elf took the time to shout, "Stay there, don't move!" In a fit of rage, she kicked down the man who was about to slip aside to watch the fun, and called out fiercely, "Give me a good stomach!"

I don't know what tricks she used yesterday, but although the man who had suffered had an angry face and hatred and resentment in his eyes, he still obediently lay on the snow.

Norway kicked on the nearby cliff and slashed at the woman's left arm. After the initial shock and anger at the sudden move, he quickly realized that the woman didn't really want to split someone in half. The sword that slashed at him controlled the force, and it was not until he tested Novi's strength that he began to let go of the attack.

Just like Akhan, a woman's strength is strength rather than agility, but she is clearly more skilled than Akhan. Each of her swords was free to be sent and received, not to be exposed by exerting too much force, and her constantly moving footsteps had a strange rhythm that sometimes even Norway couldn't figure out where she would slash. She could even find weaknesses in the elven attacks - she just couldn't keep up. But Norway didn't dare to touch any of her swords, so he could only find a way to dodge.

Among the elven warriors, Norvi's speed is definitely not the fastest, but in the face of the opponent at this moment, if he can't give full play to the elves' natural advantages, Norway suspects that he is likely to be unable to win.

He began to circle around the woman, the sword changing direction and clanging against the broadblade's sword, and he was able to hit the woman several times, but he had to pay the price of his injuries. The elf doesn't mind accepting a tie, but he doesn't know if there is such a thing as a "tie" in barbarian customs—it's better for him to be cautious and win outright.

He jumps from time to time, and it seems to be a way of attacking a woman that would overwhelm her, and she may have never faced such an opponent before. Sometimes the elf even stepped directly on the broad-bladed sword, and in the eyes of the onlookers, he may seem to be at ease, but only he knows that he is too tall, his body is not as light as the sword dancer in the elves, and if he jumps like this, his physical strength will be consumed faster than that woman.

He rolled and fell back to the ground, the sword slashing at the waist of the woman who had not had time to turn around, and the woman once again dodged sideways with that strange step, her tall body did not lose her balance because of this, and the broad-bladed sword swept over the elf's head with the sound of the whirring wind, and after the blow missed, she flipped her wrist and slashed downward, but Norway was no longer in her original position.

No one could tell how he had done it, but the elf had turned back to the woman's side, his sword pressed against the woman's throat from the bottom up.

Tess jumped up with a shout of joy, and her elf won. Narya was also pleased, but her eyes were more focused on the woman, wondering if she would be willing to teach her a few tricks - both Tess and Akan attacked in very different ways than her, and Norvi's was usually so gorgeous that she turned away, but the way Nutka used her sword was quite to her liking.

The woman uttered a simple syllable and lowered her sword briskly.

"You won. In the lingua franca, she said, "You are qualified to walk with me." ”

Novi withdrew his sword.

"Norvi Sunchaser, I'm honored. ”

"Nutka of the Snow Eagle Tribe, daughter of Pute. ”

Of course, Norway didn't know who Putt was, but judging by the woman's expression, her father should also be a proud warrior for her.

"Next. Nutka raised his sword again.

"Wait!" Norway hurried to stop her from slashing at the other man, and though Tess looked eager to try, she was no match for the barbarian.

"Do we have to win against each of you before we can ask you to be your guide?" asked Ed, puzzled, as it was a peculiar custom.

"Guide?" Nutka frowned, "aren't you the human warriors that the mayor has hired with me to kill that ice dragon?" I'll pay you." ”

"Kill?!" Naria's voice rose sharply.

“...... I think there's a bit of a misunderstanding, Nutka. Norway sighed, "We'd better sit down and talk about it first." ”.

"If you didn't come with me to kill the ice dragon, why did you come to me?" asked Nutka, puzzled.

They sat in the snow and did what Norway suggested, "have a good talk," except that Ed was squatting as usual.

The man who had brought them had already been sent away by Tess, and it seemed to him that he was very upset not to see them fight to the death.

"We just wanted to find a guide to take us into the ice field, and Jemuen said you were the only one who could take us in. Norway said.

"But didn't you go into the ice field to find the ice dragon?" Nutka pointed at Ed," he said. ”

"My name is Ed......" Ed touched his head, "we do want to find the Ice Dragon......"

"If it's not to kill it, why are you looking for it?" Nuttka looked even more confused, and then she seemed to suddenly think of something, with undisguised disdain on her face, "If you want its treasure, I know where it's hiding, kill it with me, and give it to you, all." ”

“...... Does he even have the treasure?!" Tess's eyes lit up.

"Tess!" Norway rebuked softly.

"That's supposed to be Silvertooth......" Ed said.

Naria shook her head, "We don't want any treasures. ”

Nutka looked even more confused.

"Why did you come here to find someone to join you in killing the ice dragon?" Noway changed the question, "What about your people?"

There was finally an expression on Nutka's rocky face.

"That dragon killed my father. ”