Crossing the tundra to the northernmost border of the Forgotten Valley, dozens of miles north of the City of Chaos, the ground had already been covered with a layer of white ice from the winter frosts. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The relentless wind blows from the east, bringing the chill of the glacier, but no mountains or woods can stop the cold wind in the slightest. Huge icebergs drift slowly past the sea of ice floes, and cold winds howl down from the towering ice peaks, reminding of the approaching season. However, at this time, the nomadic tribes that migrate north with the reindeer herd in the summer have not yet migrated with the deer herd to a more suitable place to live in the southwest of the peninsula.

A lonely camp protruded out on the flat horizon, the largest gathering of northern barbarians in more than a hundred years. In order to receive the chiefs of the various tribes, several deerskin tents were erected in a ring, and each tent was surrounded by a circle of campfires. In the middle of the circle, a huge tent was erected, a deerskin tent built to accommodate all the barbarian warriors.

It was the most sacred place for regular meetings among the various tribes of the barbarians, and was seen as a place of celebration for the offering of wine to the god Odin. It was a place of honor for the barbarians of the north, where they shared food and wine as a gift to the god Odin.

Tonight, the campfire outside the tent was low, for the barbarian king of the tribe would arrive before the end of the night. The other tribes who had come to the Great Tent had already begun the feasts before the assembly. Every table is filled with cups of mead, and entertaining contests can be seen everywhere. Although there were often wars among the tribes of the barbarians, no one counted those grievances in the holy land of the Great Horde.

The Barbarian King stood solemnly before the main table. With messy blond hair, a beard that gradually turns white, and a brown face full of wrinkles, he is a strong warrior. As a representative of his people, he stood with his head held high.

The average Barbarian of the Wasteland is more than a head taller than the inhabitants of the City of Chaos. These barbarians swept across the wilderness tundra like wildfire. The barbarians seem to have been born with this wilderness tundra. Like the land they galloped on, their brown faces were wrinkled under the scorching sun and strong winds. The emotionless, resilient expression was like wearing a mask that did not welcome outsiders.

They despise the inhabitants of the chaotic cities of the South, and to them those outcasts are nothing more than weaklings who only know how to chase wealth. But in the most sacred hall of the barbarians, there is a "money-grubber" mixed in at this time.

The only non-barbarian, a dark-haired southerner, stood by the Barbarian King's side. Yu Tu looked at the others in the hall wary. He knew very well that these barbarians did not like outsiders at all, and that even the youngest barbarian in the room could easily break him in half with his hands.

"Calm down!" The barbarian king instructed the southerners.

"Today you're drinking with the Abyss Wolf Demon Clan, if they find out your fear..."Although he didn't finish speaking, Yu Di knew how these barbarians dealt with the weak. He took a deep breath and tried to straighten his shoulders.

Even the Barbarian King was quite nervous.

This wolf lord Cage is his strongest opponent in this wasteland, and his wolf demons are enough to rival the barbarian king's tribe in courage, discipline, and numbers. The Barbarian King's plan this time was no ordinary raid, he intended to conquer the chaotic city in one fell swoop, enslave the fishermen, and use the products of the lake to strengthen the barbarian tribe. The Barbarian King saw an opportunity to free his people from the dangers of a nomadic life and live a better life. Now the key to everything lies in the consent of the wolf demon Cage.

Cage is a savage fellow, interested only in personal glory and brutal plunder. The Barbarian King knew that even if he did succeed in capturing the City of Chaos, he would still have to deal with his old enemy. Cage definitely won't give up the bloody lifestyle that has brought him to his current status easily. But for the Barbarian King, this is a matter for later. The number one priority now is to get Cage to agree to the plan. If he does not agree, the vassal tribes will be forced to choose a side to take refuge. And maybe we'll have to meet each other as soon as it's over today.

This is a great harm to the entire barbarian, even the winning side will have to face the future cold winter immediately, the reindeer herd has already migrated to the south, and the cave ** along the way has not prepared enough food.

Cage is very cunning, and he also knows the attitude of the Shura Realm towards the demons.

The Barbarian King wondered what his strongest foe would say. He was quite satisfied with the meeting, there was no great fighting among the tribes gathered, and the atmosphere in which everyone gathered tonight was full of friendship and joy. Everyone's beard was covered with the foam of honey wine. Biog believed that the barbarian races could unite with each other under common interests. Everything seems to be going well at the moment.

But that brutal wolf demon lord is still the key to the whole thing.

The earth shook under the iron hooves of the wolf demons. The majestic Cage personally led the way and strode forward. On the one hand, he was interested in the plan proposed by the Barbarian King, and on the other hand, he noticed that winter seemed to be coming earlier this year, and even on this cold night, the Barbarian King decided to continue the march. Only make short stops for rest and meals when necessary. Although the tribes of the wasteland are praised for his bravery and good fighting, the barbarian king is actually very scheming. When the warriors of the other tribes saw this majestic appearance, they would respect the barbarian tribe even more. As long as he has the opportunity, the Barbarian King will not let go of anything that is good for him. He didn't want anything to happen in the tent.

Cage has a high regard for the Barbarian King, and he has fought him twice in the past, both of which are evenly matched. If the plan is really as good as he says, Cage will agree, as long as both sides have the same powers.

He didn't care if the tribe would give up wandering after the victory and make a fortune by fishing like the fishermen. As long as it can give him the thrill of war and victory, he is willing to let the barbarian king daydream for the time being. Just take a good loot for the time being, and get through the cold winter warmly. After that, he will tear up all agreements and rewrite the distribution of power in the wasteland with blood and the will of the Lord of Loth.

When the point of light of the campfire appeared in the darkness of the night, the pace of the troops involuntarily accelerated. "Shout, my proud warriors!"

Cage ordered, "Roar hard!" Let those guys know that the demons are coming! ”

The Barbarian King was not particularly surprised when he heard a wolf howl in the distance. He knew his opponent's tactics well. The Blonde King reacted immediately, jumping onto a table and motioning for silence.

"Listen!" He roared, "Listen carefully to the challenge of this roar. ”

The big tent was instantly in a commotion. The warriors of each tribe gathered quickly. All of them sang the ode of Odin, the heroic deeds and sacrifices of the sacred battlefield.

The barbarian king led his people to the entrance of the tent. In the Great Tent, the howling of the wolf demon was overwhelming. But the warriors of the Barbarian King are enough to compete with the wolf demon clan. Under the overwhelming singing of the wolves and barbarians, the other smaller tribes stopped singing one by one.

The remaining two tribes pitted against each other, trying to gain an advantage over their gods. In the tent, the warriors of the other tribes nervously held their weapons. There are not just one or two wars that have resulted from the lack of a winner.

Finally, the door of the Great Tent was lifted, and the messenger of the wolf demon entered. It was a young wolf demon, observing everything with eyes that were not appropriate for his age. He took out the horn and put it to his lips to blow a note.

According to tradition, both clans stopped at the same time.

The messenger walked through the room and walked in front of the Barbarian King, his eyes fixed on the Barbarian King, without blinking.

Cage chose a good messenger, the Barbarian King thought.

"Great barbarian king," said the messenger when all the commotion had subsided. "And the other kings. The Wolf Demon Clan would like to be able to drink with you in the Great Tent, so that we can feast on the Lord of the Night. ”

The barbarian king looked at the messenger carefully and paused deliberately to see if the messenger would be frightened. But the messenger's eyes did not blink, and his eyes did not leave the barbarian king at all, still full of composure and confidence.

"Absolutely." The Barbarian King was impressed with the young man.

"What a welcome." He whispered, "But Cage doesn't have the patience you have. ”

"Let me introduce you to the Great Chief, Lord Cage!" The messenger proclaimed loudly.

"The most fierce demon king of the abyss, the leader of the vanguard troops who first conquered the Nordic continent of the human realm, and the conqueror who conquered the wasteland region of the Shura continent twice. Killed the king of the Naga clan with a single sword in a battle. ”

It took a long time for the messenger to continue to read out every well-known deed of Cage and every title. It was just a competition between clans, and this long list of titles and deeds was a competition between individuals, especially between kings.

The strength of the warriors of each race has a direct impact on the glory that each king can achieve.

The Barbarian King was even in awe for a moment, for his rival seemed to have more honor than he did.

He knew that Cage had deliberately arrived so late so that the kings of all tribes could hear. Because the kings of all the clans received the messengers of the barbarian king in private when they came here, this was the advantage of the host clan. It was only too late for the kings of the clans to gather at the end, and the wolf demon tribe overcame this disadvantage. The messenger finally finished reading Cage's long list of titles, and walked back to the tent door to lift the mast curtain for his leader.

Cage slowly walked through the mead-wine hall and walked in front of the Barbarian King. If people are impressed by Cage's merit title, his appearance won't disappoint them either. The wolf demon lord was almost seven feet tall, with a sturdy body that was inferior to even the Barbarian King, and his body was covered in scars that made him proud. One of his eyes was blinded by the flames of war, while his left hand was crippled in the battle against humans.

The wolves have been through more battles than anyone on the tundra, and it looks like they'll be going to do more in the future.

The two tribal leaders looked at each other solemnly, not to mention blinking, and no part of their bodies moved.

"Wolf Demon or Barbarian?" The Barbarian King asked briefly, which was a fitting question after the Battle of Song had been decimated.

Cage was careful to give an appropriate response.

"What cannot be decided...... he said, "let the Lord of the Night and the sharp ears of the Odin Titan decide, though it may be difficult to decide." After proper etiquette, Cage finally let go of his grim face.

He smiled at his opponent, "Long time no see, great barbarian king. I'm glad I saw you when my blood didn't stain the tip of your spear. ”

Cage's friendly words surprised the Barbarian King, he didn't expect such a good start to the battle meeting. He returned the compliment with kindness.

"Then I won't have to dodge your sharp claws." When Cage saw the black-haired man beside the Barbarian King, the smile on his face suddenly disappeared.

"What? Why did this damn Shura nobleman step into the big tent? Cage asked, "Should he stay where he belongs, or cook food for my kids." ”

"Trust me once, Cage." The Barbarian King explained. "This guy is a feather, a key player who can make us win. His value is his experience of more than two years of wandering the City of Chaos. ”

"And what is his role?" Cage questioned further.

"He has intelligence." The Barbarian King repeated.

"Then you've got the information!" Cage said. "What is he of use to us now? He can't stand alongside our warriors. ”

Cage glanced at Yu Tu and resisted his desire to tear apart this feud.

"Southern guys, say it yourself. I hope Odin will find a place for you to bury your bones on the battlefield. ”

Feather tried to make eye contact with Cage's bloodthirsty eyes, but in vain. He said as confidently as loudly and confidently as he could, "When the city of chaos is conquered, you need someone who knows how to manage, and I am that person.

"And what do you get?" Cage roared.

"Comfortable life," replied Yu. "Respect, that's all."

"Humph!" Cage snorted. "He will betray his people, and one day he will betray us too!"

Cage stretched out his claws and aimed them at Feather.

The Barbarian King's face changed dramatically, knowing that one wrong thing would ruin his entire plan. With his injured left hand, Cage grabbed Feather's black hair and pressed his head to the side, exposing his neck. He stared into the Southerner's eyes, waving his claws at his target.

But the Barbarian King had prepared for the Southerners many times, even though it was contrary to tradition. Yu Tu is warned that if he resists anything, he will die without a place to bury. But if he's willing to accept the axe and if Cage just tests him, maybe he can save his life.

With the greatest amount of willpower, Yu Tu looked at Cage firmly, and even though death was imminent, he did not resist at all.

In the final moment, Cage shifted his claws an inch, his fingertips running a shot at the Southerner's throat.

Cage let go of his hand, but the look in his eyes still kept Yu Tu from moving.

"An honest man will accept the king's judgment." Yu Tu tried to make his voice sound calm. The people of the Great Tent cheered in unison, and when the cheering stopped, Cage turned to face the Barbarian King.

"Who's going to lead?" The huge demon asked bluntly.

"Winner?" The Barbarian King replied.

"Good!" Cage salutes his opponent. "You and I will lead together, and no one can disobey our orders today!"

The barbarian king nodded in agreement: "Whoever dares to disobey must die!"

Feather exhaled deeply, put her mind at ease, and moved her legs defensively.

If Cage or the Barbarian King notices his cowardice, his life will disappear immediately. He moved his legs nervously again, looking around. When he saw the young messenger's eyes, his face turned pale with fear, ready to meet his death. However, to his surprise, it was inconceivable mercy to the wolf demon, and the messenger looked away from him and said nothing.

Cage stretched out his arms and raised his hand, his eyes looking at the roof. The Barbarian King quickly made the same move.

"Odin! (Loes!) They shouted in unison. Glancing at each other again, they cut a cut in their arm with their blades, staining the dagger with their own blood.

Almost at the same time, the two turned and threw the daggers in their hands, nailed to the same barrel.

In an instant, the people closest to the barrel rushed to pick up the first drop of blood-blessed honey with their glasses.

"I've drawn up a battle plan, just waiting for your approval." The Barbarian King told Cage.

"My noble friend!" Cage replied, "Let's celebrate the upcoming victory tonight!" (To be continued.) )