That's a brilliant fighter,

Even if you lose your ears,

Looks more like despicable giants and dwarves,

But it can't hide the great feat.

The patriarch regarded him as a mighty tribal warrior,

And the people regarded him as the pride of the tribe.

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The proud warrior is known to the lord,

But the lord was distressed about his realm,

The warriors aspire to be the best,

And the battle between the clans never ends,

The lord loves the warrior, but the lord cannot suffer,

However, it is not only the evil wolf that is eyeing the tiger.

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To the west are wolves in the forest, raiding their livestock every day.

To the east is a sea that is stable but divided by layers of forces.

The wasteland is in the south, but it cannot be cultivated into fields

Nelcher is the domain of his old enemy, and he is eyeing the north.

The gods seem to have forsaken their gods,

and gave blessings to their enemies.

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"My lord."

Björn came to the lord,

He half-knelt down and said to his lord.

And the lord told him to get up, because there was no need for etiquette now.

"I'm Hawar One-Eyed Ferhel

Björn, why did you come to me? ”

Haval's brow was full of worry,

He was supposed to be a good lord, but the times played a joke.

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"My lord, I have an obligation to help you solve your problem.

Because this is your home with us. ”

"I'm very happy, Björn.

Each fighter just showed me muscles,

But they forgot how to show wisdom.

But how can you help me? ”

One of Haval's eyes looked at his warrior.

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"A warrior will only respect a stronger warrior,

And you just need stronger fighters,

The hanging god respects all true warriors

The old enemy of the North is certainly in crisis,

But the gods must also usher in twilight,

The elite army is superior to the rabble,

However, this is not the time to be picky. ”

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"So, I'll allow you to solve this problem for me,

Young Björn, if it can be solved,

You're going to be the best of my list. ”

The lord promised him wealth and power,

And the warriors are naturally receptive,

But he refused the escort accompanied by the lord,

but took up the banner of Hawar,

One man, one sword, one shield.

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"My brothers!" Björn shouted.

And the fighters were attracted to the eye.

"In place of our lords, I beg you to stop fighting!

Between brothers, only blood should be mixed together!

You should only drink good wine together!

And not endless vendettas and duels!

Valhalla welcomes warriors, but never traitors who slaughter their brothers! ”

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"So, what are you? Cowards who can only talk!

Why are you carrying the sign of Hawar! ”

The man's golden beard was knotted together, but he could still braid it,

His voice is like a fighting walrus, and his thighs are as strong as oak,

However, he had the eyes and body of a dwarf, and each warrior was taller than his body.

"I'm Björn the Naughty Devil!

Lords need warriors, not dwarfs who can only wield weapons! ”

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The duel happened without incident, and everyone took it for granted

Dwarves have a desperately intelligent and nimble body

And the combination of the long axe and the shield is like a turtle that can't be spoken,

Björn's several attacks, like most predators, were ineffective.

"As a warrior! Why defend under a shield! ”

With his sword in both hands, completely abandoning his defenses, Bjorn roared.

"The shield wall is the only guarantee to protect everyone!

Young Björn! We are brave, but we are not stupid! ”

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But the dwarves can't attack either, and the shield is just a lonely boat,

But it will defend against the raging waves of steel,

It's just that the original turbulent tsunami disappeared at this moment.

"What does the shield wall need! It's your comrades-in-arms!

But for what bravery, why are you fighting with your brothers?! ”

Plunging his sword into the ground, Bjorn spread his arms like a wolf roaring.

"Now I'll abandon those and do it to your brother!"

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The roaring dwarf knocked Bjorn to the ground with a single blow,

Hot blood splattered in the cold north wind,

"I'm Lonner the Dwarf, Björn."

Countless pairs of solid arms lifted Björn up.

Bjorn struck and knocked Lonner to the ground.

"What Havar needs is a warrior, the dwarf Ranner.

Our axes should be aimed at our enemies, not our brothers. ”

The men, who had each been punched, happily drank and talked.