Trist, draped in a blanket, sat by the campfire that had been erected for him, shivering, ignoring Eric's half-puzzled, half-mocking gaze, and took a big sip of fish soup.

The hot fish soup poured into his stomach, expelling the chill of the long immersion in the sea, and Trist felt the warmth rush from his stomach to his limbs, and hot sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Labor and management have finally come back to life!" , Vivian was stunned to watch the always gentle and elegant Trist burst out with a foul language, feeling a sense of idol disillusionment, and suddenly felt happy that such Trist was down-to-earth and more manly......

Trist's sentence "survived" is a pun, but it is completely from the heart, and I still have palpitations until now. As he spoke, Eric and Greennet on the side frowned and relaxed, their faces tangled.

"That's a very powerful woman......" Before the words fell, he was interrupted by a straightforward voice.

"Wow, Trist, you can't even beat a woman? Still beaten like this by a woman? I don't know when I rushed over to sit down on the fast oar, and suddenly received a slap on the head from the green net, and a kick from Vivien, who I didn't know, on the waist, and suddenly looked at the leader of his own Eric, but was glared at by the young leader, and suddenly quieted down, and lowered his head and drew circles on the ground. But at the same time, he pricked up his ears and listened to Triste's next story.

After being blinded by the sand and gravel, Trist, who had temporarily lost his vision, instinctively rolled over and dodged the slash of the female warrior in front of him. And then...... Not...... Then he couldn't stop rolling on the beach. Ahem, Trist swears he's never been so embarrassed in his two lives combined, even if the fur of the dangerous six-armed black bear he encountered on the first day of landing has become his bedding. This time he was really miserable, he was chased all the way into the sea, and he didn't dare to show his head after diving for half a day.

Fortunately, Echo was in a hurry to retreat to the Land of Ice, and did not entangle herself, but before leaving, she took the horse that Trist was riding and took Trist's knife as a trophy.

After rising and falling in the latent waters for nearly an hour, and after confirming that the murderous woman had really left, Trist swam ashore and walked all the way back to camp.

was also seen by Vivian and Alex in his most humiliating appearance.

"You kid is good, many veteran fighters are not as good as you", Eric's current personal guard green net patted Trist on the shoulder, he saw Trist's performance in the side fight that day, thought about it, and said with a serious face, "At the age of twenty, there are not many ...... who can beat you" Obviously, he also counted his own leader Eric.

"So", Eric casually took out a burning branch from the campfire, shook it and waited for the fire to go out, and aimlessly tapped the ground with the dead branch, "You should have met the Ico Overseers of the Ice Country, it is said that the Ico Overseers are the advisors of the Queen of the Ice Nation of Leia, and they are highly skilled and resourceful, and she planned the siege of the Red Maple Grand Canyon last time...... It is rumored that Overseer Echo wears a hood all year round, and few people can see it...... As an Overseer without his own subordinates, he commanded Queen Leia's guard all year round......"

"Ahem...... Ahem, cough ......", Trist seemed to be choked, coughing repeatedly, and had a guess in his heart.

Eric patted Trist on the shoulder, "Rest well, don't be wronged if you lose to that Echo...... Although Ai Ko didn't die this time, they lost so many people, they should be able to live for a few years......"

The early morning fog gradually cleared in the dawn, and it seemed that it was another sunny day.

。。。。。。

A coalition camp twenty kilometers south of the Red Maple Great Plains.

More than 400 remnants of the Storm Tribe were bare-handed, dressed in thin clothes, and were surrounded in a group, barely breathing.

It wasn't too cold in the Northern Hemisphere in August, and yet the captives shivered uncontrollably, not from the cold, but from fear.

This fear came from the open space in front of him, more than a dozen wooden stakes lined up in turn, and the human heads stuck in the wooden stakes, the former leader of the Stormwind Tribe, Swo, and the leader of his cronies were impressively listed.

The fear came from the figure on the black steed directly in front of them, the spokesperson of the goddess, the leader of the black blood, the titular leader of the twelve tribes, Lexa.

Just yesterday, Lexa led the coalition forces, easily defeating them, tearing apart all their courage to resist, and they now await the final verdict in fear......

"Herod~~", I don't know how long it took, maybe a minute, maybe an hour, as the horse roared, Lexa rode quickly in front of them, driving from one end to the other, and then slowed down the horse, and slowly approached the horse from the other end.

"Ahhh A young captive of the Stormwind Tribe could no longer stand such silent pressure, and suddenly stood up, screaming and fleeing backwards.

"Whew!" "Take!" Indra and Lincoln pierced the body of the little captive with an arrow and a spear, and the little captive collapsed, and after a sharp gasp like a flashback, his chest did not rise or fall.

There was some commotion in the crowd.

"Brush", Lexa pulled out her long sword, the blade reflected a dazzling white light in the midday sun, she pointed her sword at the crowd, her face seemed to be frozen frost for thousands of years, obviously it was a person, but the captives seemed to be facing thousands of troops.

The air froze in an instant, and the crowd, which had just been a little restless, suddenly fell silent again.

"Step~step~", the sound of horses' hooves sounded, and Lexa rode forward, "Raise your head and tell me who is in front of you!" ”

"Big ...... Grand Commander", "...... of the Divine Favor of the Black Blood", "Chosen ...... of the Goddess"

There was another sparse sound in the crowd.

"Answer me!" Lexa shouted again, not angry.

This time the answer is somewhat unified, "Grand Commander......"

"Lexar! Lexa! Lexa! Seemingly infected by this atmosphere, and seemingly impressed by the charm of Lexa, the surrounding coalition soldiers cheered the name of the great leader under the leadership of Anya, Indra, and Lincoln.

"Very good", Lexa pressed down with his sword, signaling the coalition forces to calm down, and his sharp gaze continued to force the captives in front of him, "So, do you know what your crime is?" ”

"It's betrayal", some of the emotionally broken captives were induced by Lexar to say the answers she wanted, while others, who barely retained their sanity, turned pale.

Because, one of the rules accepted by all tribes is that the betrayer dies!

"It's the leader of Swo..... It was the traitor Swo who did it, we just acted on orders", a man who looked to be in his forties among the captives couldn't help but shout, "Swo is dead, the Stormwind Tribe has paid the price", "Yes, Great Chief, we have never betrayed your intentions, we have always been loyal to the sacred bloodline of the Black Blood!" "It was Swoe, Svo deceived us, he ...... He deserves ......", and the instinct for survival led the captives to blame their former chiefs.

They seem to have forgotten how high spirits and what expectations Swo had when he led them to repel strong enemies and annex weak neighbors again and again......

Lexa watched silently and didn't call a stop.

Even if it is a lie, it will become the truth if it is repeated a thousand times, not to mention that now this group of captives is constantly repeating an official fact. More than 400 captives repeated accusations against Swo over and over again, and even if he had great achievements while alive, the image of Swo, the former leader of the Stormwind Tribe, was completely stereotyped. In other words, even if he is still alive, Swo is already socially dead.

Lexa finally spoke, and announced the final verdict in one sentence, "Indra, let them stand in line, draw one out of ten, kill!" Then he pointed his sword at the head where Swo was hanging again, "Betrayal will pay the price!" ”

Even before they were executed, these selected captives glared at the corpse of the former leader Swo with resentment, and viciously cursed the leader they once embraced. When the enemy is so strong that it is desperate, the angry deceased can always comfort himself, and the so-called Dafa of Hatred Transfer is nothing more than this. What's more, Sworth itself has an unshirkable responsibility.