I opened my eyes slightly, the dark night sky, the cold ground. [Ran^Text^Library] []"Ash~" I held on a few times, but I didn't even have the strength to stand up. What's wrong with me? Where is this?

"He's awake? What to do? ”

"Kill him! That girl is ours. Two wicked laughs rang out in my ears, and I slowly opened my eyes, and the pain in my chest was even worse, the damage caused by the Ice Clan's sorcery seemed to have a lasting effect, and it would slowly increase. If so, wouldn't Ash, who was already fragile, be even more dangerous?

Looking at the two men who were carrying the knife towards me, I squinted my eyes slightly, controlled the nameless sword, and with a whoosh, the nameless sword flashed blue out of the scabbard and flew towards the necks of the two, but it stopped in front of one of them, and stopped abruptly......

"Get out!" I frowned and shouted angrily, and the black-armored people around me saw that I was angry, and they all raised their knives and surrounded me, looking at me vigilantly.

Their armor is exactly the same as that of the Tiger Army, and they are supposed to belong to the barbarian tribe, and they have submerged the blade of the Nameless Sword into the scabbard. Seeing that they had formed a siege against me, he slowly spoke, "She is your king's woman!" Seeing them looking at each other, I accentuated my tone again, "She is the woman of the barbarian king Tedamir, and now she is seriously injured, if you miss the opportunity to rescue you, I think your king will not let you go." ”

At last, they seemed to be moved a little, and were skeptical of my words, perhaps out of fear of the king, so they did not dare to slack off, and led us over the snow-capped mountain......

It was a plain beneath the snowy mountains, full of campfires and tents, a scale comparable to Sejuani's Ice Kingdom, and I was tired and carrying the unconscious Ash on my back. Is this the territory of Tedamir? I breathed a sigh of relief.

"We're going to get you here." I turned my head, this group of rebellious soldiers did not dare to face their king, maybe they had done something wrong, maybe they were ashamed of the thought of belittling Ash.

"Let's go together. Your king will forgive you, for you are all brethren of the barbarians. The soldier hesitated slightly, but finally gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

We passed the gatekeeper with ease, and under the watchful eye of a few guards, I carried Ash on my back and slowly made my way to the Barbarian King's station. The tents, large and small, were all barbarian soldiers. Some of them gathered together, drinking wine and eating meat, and chatting; Some gathered together to watch the dance performances of barbarian women; What's even more powerful is to make intimate gestures with barbarian women in public.

However, we were just passing by, and the camp was supposed to be temporarily stationed here, as it seemed that they had just experienced war or were about to have war, but the atmosphere inside was lazy and lazy.

Finally, we went straight to a dueling arena, and many fighters gathered around to cheer and cheer for the shouts inside. The soldiers sent us here to make a gesture to leave, and I frowned slightly, "Take me to your king, I have something urgent!" ”

"The king is inside." The soldier gestured to the center of the field and hurried away. I was slightly stunned, and slowly squeezed into the gladiatorial arena, and the soldiers saw that I had a person on my back, and they avoided it one after another.

On the field, there were two people dueling, one in blue clothes and blue armor, with no weapon in his hand, dodging the attack of the other. The man was dressed in heavy black armor, with long hair and a shawl, and a heavy blade held behind his back, the knife sliding across the ice and hissing.

[Jaylin, mage, level 14,......] is already not a low level, but he doesn't dare to take a step closer to the warrior with the knife, then he is......

[Tydamir, warrior, level 18......] turned out to be Tydamir, who was dueling with his captives? He just chased the mage without swinging his sword, a pair of tiger eyes staring at his target, his prey. His prey was constantly attacking him with magic, and the corners of his mouth were starting to leave bloodstains, which only made him even more excited.

A king, a leader, single-handedly fighting a captive, Tedamir, what kind of person are you?

For a moment I was stunned, a scream came, and as far as I could see, Tedamir's broadsword was still wielding it, and there was only one more decadent corpse on the ground. In such a short period of time, it was the time when I was stunned, and he could only swing a knife. What kind of horrible injury is that?

[Critical hit, dealing 200% damage.] After coming to Valoran, I saw crit for the first time. Looking at Tedamir laughing wildly on the field, and the endless anger in his scarlet eyes, I didn't know whether to be happy or sad in my heart.

"Tydamir, your queen has sent it to you!" As soon as these words came out, the warriors slowly woke up from their frenzy and turned their eyes to me......

I sat wearily on the stool beside the bed, looking at Tedamir with his long hair, his burly body, his muscles too strong to be stronger, his broad face and tiger eyes, and the most impressive thing was the scarlet light in his eyes as he killed......

At this moment, he sat in front of Ash's bed, gently stroking Ash's face, "That's right, you are my queen." His voice was still rough but slightly soft, it seemed that they had known each other before, but Ash said that he didn't know, I don't know who is right and who is wrong, and I don't want to pursue it.

"How did you meet?" Tedamir tilted his head, expressionless, unenraged.

"Oh, she assassinated your subordinate Cornell, and that's how we met." I spread my hands, she wouldn't be jealous too.

Tedamir's expression froze slightly, and he turned his gaze back to Ash on the bed, as if he didn't want to take his eyes off for a moment. Even if I said that she assassinated Cornell, he didn't seem to have any hatred for her.

"How's her injury?" I asked, even though Tedamir had just medicated her, I was still vaguely worried because Ash hadn't woken up yet.

"It's voodoo." Tedamir sighed slightly, "Your poison is not light, drink this." Tedamir gestured to another bowl of soup on the table, never taking his eyes off Ash for a moment.

"Report to the King, the Frost Warden has raided the Tiger King's camp again, and the Tiger King has been capture......d," the communications soldier who rushed in from outside the door didn't dare to say any more, and looked up slightly to observe Tydamir's face.

Tedamir tilted his head slightly, the soup bowl in his hand was pinched and shattered, and the body of the pawn on the ground trembled slightly, and he lowered his head and did not dare to speak again, nor did he dare to ask about his next actions at all.

"Withdraw the defeated army to rest and recuperate, and rest for 3 days." As soon as Tedamir said this, the warrior kneeling on the ground was startled, raised his head and looked at the barbarian king in front of the bed a little bewildered, and only after a while did he react and led the order to go out.

"So you're going to use those three days to save Ash?"

"How do you know her name is Ash? What did she tell you? Tedamir didn't answer my question, but questioned me in a fierce voice.