Thor felt as if he was caught up in a duel between the god of wind and the god of rain. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The endless torrential rain had already poured his body through, and the wind poured his body, and Thor guessed that if he was not a barbarian, he would have frozen to death if he were an ordinary person, but even so, he still felt cold in his hands and feet.

"Diana—" Thor took Morey in his arms and trudged to the cart where Diana was, where a large crowd had gathered, leaning on the rudimentary wooden cart, barely being blown away by the wind.

Diana's long, wavy brown hair was completely drenched in the rain, and the hair was nowhere to be tied up, and the hair could only be left to be scattered and caressed by the storm.

She was clutching at one side of the cart as she drove the remaining warriors to either hold down the corners or climb to the roof and pounce on the skins that were wrapped in supplies, to keep the cart from tipping over or turning over on its side, on which the important "wealth" of the entire tribe was placed.

Saul put down Morey in his arms, and said to Diana, who was rushing over with the car, "Take care of him", the old man's body was originally strong, but under the wind and rain, he had become pale and weak.

"Nome-ba-ba-ba-......ba" Morey grabbed Thor's hand, his pale lips biting tightly, and he seemed to struggle to get up.

"You stay here, I'll go ahead and look for Ba-" Thor roared against the wind

"Lord Thor—the wind is too strong—to move forward. Diana dragged Morey, and although she looked weak, it was clear that her appearance didn't tell the whole story, after all, she had barbarian blood in her veins.

"I know—" Thor shouted eagerly, "watch over here—Diana, I'll get everyone here, that's all—"

The torrential rain and strong winds almost washed away the flow of people from the tribe, and Thor saw many of them clinging to a large tree, and some of them became panicked in the wind and rain, and they did not know where to go or how to retreat, so they had to lie on the ground in a daze, and grab every plant they could reach.

"Go—go to the middle!" Along the way, Thor kept spotting the people who were stunned, the sound of the rain muffled Thor's own shouts, and he had to push, pull, and pull the shivering clansmen on the ground with his hands, and let them move closer to the middle troops.

"How are you—" After walking a short distance, Thor saw Ba's thin body, which he had cleverly hid behind a large rock, which could keep him out completely because of his petite size.

Ba grabbed the grass on the ground with one hand, and at the same time lay on the ground, his feet almost stuck in the dirt, and the rain had already drenched his animal skin jacket, and the wet became heavy, but it made him not easy to be blown away by the wind.

Thor came to his side and grabbed him by the waist, only to find a small gray hairball pressed under him and brought him up.

Ba raised his head and saw that it was Saul who opened his mouth and seemed to not know what to say, the two were not very familiar with each other, and Ba was a shy boy, so Saul didn't care, he pointed to the gray hairball in the little boy's arms and asked:

"What is this—?"

"I picked it up—"

Thor was no longer entangled, he clamped his chin around his waist, and felt the other party struggle slightly, and then he added a little more force, and the boy soon stopped moving.

Thor, who had been washed over and over again by the torrential rain, felt a cool air slowly swim through his body, and in a trance he felt a little tired, even if he was as strong as him, he couldn't stay in such a storm for long.

Looking around, there were basically no other clansmen in sight, so Thor took a stride back with his chin between his legs.

"It's impossible to keep going, I can only stop here for a while, and I don't know what happened to the Black Tooth. Thor was hit by the rain and wind, and a feeling of tiredness hit him, so he couldn't help but lie down in the rain and fall asleep.

"I can't give up, I have to hold on, as Noam, how can I fall down at this time!" he bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, and the sweet blood slid into his throat, and the pain made him wake up instantly.

Back in the middle of the procession, the clansmen had gathered around the cart, like duckweed floating in a hurricane, as if they were about to be swept away by the storm with the people and the cart if they were not careful.

"The soldiers came up and held down the car!The woman and the child hid under the car!" Thor didn't think much so, but shoved the bass under the car, turned around and shouted at the top of his voice.

The whistling wind almost cut off the human hearing, Thor gritted his teeth, walked past the people, pulled them up, and shouted at them close to their ears, his voice was hoarse, almost speechless, tiredness washed over the spiritual bank like an undulating tide, and he was driven almost by the inertia of his body to the next tribe.

Thankfully, every barbarian who received his orders obeyed very obediently, and the women took refuge under the wooden carts with their children in their arms, which seemed to be the most comfortable shelter for a hundred miles.

The warriors straightened up and climbed onto the cart, having already roped around the roof of the cart at Diana's orders, tied to seven animal teeth, and then wedged into the dirt.

Some of the warriors threw themselves down on the wedge-like teeth, some buried their legs in the soil and held the side of the car, and some ran to the roof of the car and pressed the animal skins covered with supplies under them.

The barbarians who have lived on this island since childhood know the power of nature best, no one can fight against it, no one can be against it, whenever disaster comes, all people can rely on is the tribe, only the companions around them, and without the tribe there is only a dead end.

That's why the savages here never worship any gods, they only revere the ancestors who opened up the future of the tribe.

Thor's cheeks turned purple from the cold, and he thought his skin might have gone numb, and he couldn't even feel the cold rain pouring on it.

He threw himself on top of the wooden cart and lay on the wet hides, almost smelling the scent of wet jerky under the skins.

"Everyone—grab the hand of the person next to you—!" Thor shouted with the last of his strength, grabbing the hands of two warriors he didn't recognize.

Orders were subconsciously obeyed, and one after another were passed on, and the thick arms were tightly clenched together, whether it was Thor's former tribe, or the slaves who had been ruled by Morey, or the slaves who had just been released, all of them grabbed the outstretched hands of their companions.

At this moment, the wild people seemed to form a rope made of human bodies in the storm, and in the roaring storm, the cart full of supplies that held the hope of the tribe firmly in place.

The warriors used their bodies to make it a refuge for women and children, and the small tribe actually wanted to compete in front of this terrifying storm that human beings could not resist.

Pompeii gritted his teeth, widened his eyes, and with all his strength, held down the wooden cart that had once been his cage.

He was a barbarian who didn't like to talk, or maybe Pompeii had become less talkative since his tribe was destroyed. The warriors of Severo wanted not domination or conquest, but total enslavement, so Pompeii became a miserable slave.

But I don't know if it was the blessing of the spirit of the ancestors, not long ago, he regained his possession of the tribe, and he was no longer a slave, but a real member of the tribe!

Pompey felt that he would never forget the new life of Noam, and he secretly swore to his ancestors that from now on, he would give his life for the name of Thor.

But who knew that the good times did not last long, and not long after, the tribe encountered such a violent storm during the migration, which was the most violent storm he had ever seen in his life.

Pompey hated the heavens for the first time, or he didn't know what the heavens were, he just hated the things that caused the storm, he was willing to believe that his fate was controlled by some elusive being in the underworld, he was willing to believe that he could not think about this being, he was willing to believe that in the face of everything that "heaven" had descended on, he could only revere and obey it forever.

But for the first time in his life, he burned "hatred" in his heart, hatred for the sky.

Pompey didn't know how to express it, he was not good at words, but there seemed to be a fire in his chest, which burned him painfully, burned him unpleasantly, and burned him only to shout loudly.

Unconsciously, in the midst of the raging storm, Pompeii opened his mouth wide like this, completely ignoring the wind and rain that seemed to have found an outlet and frantically poured into it, and Pompeii roared

"Roar, roar, roar!" His chest shook violently, and some of the most primitive and wild roars erupted from Pompeii's throat as if magma was spurting, and it actually pierced through the whining wind, and dispersed the sound of the non-stop rain, as if it was about to pierce the sky.

Pompeii's roar resonated with the warriors, who seemed to be able to understand the emotion contained in the howl, followed by one, two, three ...... Countless high-pitched roars burst together in this terrible storm, startling countless birds and beasts, which would rather flee against the wind and rain than stay here for a second longer, as if some terrible creature had been born.

Pompeii's eyes turned red as he roared, and the muscles in his shoulders and limbs swelled in large chunks, and he now looked even more formidable than the strongest warrior of the tribe had ever been.

I only felt that there seemed to be an inexhaustible force in my body, and with a strong press, I could press the originally rickety wooden cart firmly to the ground.

Pompeii looked up and saw that the surrounding tribal warriors had also changed, they were also red-eyed and scary.

In an instant, the cart in the center became more solid than the toughest reef in the waves, and it could not be moved by the wind and rain, and the storm that had been almost fatal could not be done against this group of people at this time.

Thor was almost exhausted from the eyes that he was looking at at at the top, but he didn't expect that with the roar of Pompeii, the warriors were almost like transformers, and they began to roar in groups, their eyes turned red, their stature suddenly rose, and their strength seemed to increase four or five times, and they immediately fixed the cart in the wind and rain, and never moved half a minute again.

"What's going on!berserker?" Thor felt himself almost stunned.