Quite simply, the right hand is used to cut people, and the left hand is used to give people away at any time. Of course, the giant understood this - so he placed a steel plate on his left forearm, which was the only iron plate in his body except for his left chest. Rao, the huge dire wolf still bit the giant's left arm, tearing and gnawing on the upper and lower jaws frantically, almost breaking the giant's strong muscles and bones!

"Buzz!! - "The great axe slashed through the north wind, and after being thrown to the ground, the savage successfully sliced open the belly of the dire wolf that pounced on him. Immediately afterwards, the dire wolf let out a wail and ruthlessness before death, and struggled desperately. In the end, he could only let the blood flow and finally die.

The hunter became the prey, and was resisted by the descendants of the barbarians. The torn belly was scrawled with rope, and the body of the dire wolf was carried half-dragged and half-shouldered by the savage, and its huge body slid behind the giant, which was even smaller than the giant, dragging a long trail of blood on the snowy snow. The giant held his battle axe in his hand, and hastily bandaged his left hand carried the great axe, allowing it to cut another trail on the snow.

The barbarians went to their tribes.

After about a day and a night of walking, the slightly tired barbarians finally returned to their villages. The small village is enclosed by a small wooden wall, but this is probably of little use. Whether it is a large number of wild wolves living nearby, or other brutal and unspeakable creatures, it seems that they can easily cross the fence several meters high. There were only a few hundred people in the whole village - it was a tribal clan.

"Huh? - Is the kid back? - Oh? Brought back a big one? ”

Guarding the entrance to the tribal village was a barbarian who was stronger than the wolf-slaying barbarian, but looked slightly older. A handful of beards are all white, and he is about fifty years old. The thick beard protected his face from frostbite in this almost evil climate, and the old man, who was about two meters and seventy meters tall, laughed and had already spotted the wolf slayer from a distance - spotting creatures in the distance, which was the basic quality of survival.

The heroic laughter spread far and wide, attracting the attention of people from several tribal villages. The old savage, on the other hand, walked a few briskly steps to the wolf slayer, but the closer he got to the wolf slayer, the more frightened he became.

"This is ...... 'Fenrir'?!" The old savage pointed at the giant wolf in astonishment, almost exclaiming.

"Yes, I got it." The wolf-slaying barbarian nodded, his voice magnetic and slightly hoarse, and the thick alto indicated the young man: "I was lucky to kill it." ”

"No...... It's not just luck. Squinting his eyes, the old barbarian suddenly laughed happily, and shouted in a rough voice to the already small tribe: "Fenrir is dead!" - Fenrir is dead!! ――”

A few of the nearby barbarians were the first to get the news, and they were only surprised to see someone returning from hunting, because the hunting party had just gone out. The scattered ones who came back were definitely scattered by the rangers, and they couldn't catch any big prey. But this time it's different.

"What? Fenrir what? ”

"Fenrir is dead?!"

"Fenrir the head wolf is dead?!?!"

In an instant, the entire tribe got the news. Hundreds of barbarians, men and women ran out one after another when they heard the news - in fact, no matter how high the combat effectiveness is, in such a small village where the news is closed, gossip is still eternal.

The barbarians, men and women, surrounded the wolf slayer as if they had seen a top student in the village. Men are generally more than two and a half meters tall, and even women are one meter nine away. And what's more interesting is that this barbarian race is almost like the Shura race-

belligerent, high in combat, and generally majestic in appearance for men; Women are as sexy and charming as a genetic fission, beautiful and beautiful - they really can't tell that they are of the same race, let alone the same village. But...... It's true that they're basically relatives!

A man of two meters three to two meters seven can already be said to be about the same as a hill, and the wild and charming royal sister of one meter nine is from another theory...... It's more important to be old.

"Hmm...... It's it, the cunning and evil head wolf...... Wolf God! Fenrir! "An old, white-haired, but muscular old shaman, squinting his eyes, half-knelt beside the corpse of the head wolf and examined it for a long time. Finally, with a nod of affirmation, he said to the wolf-slaughtering barbarian, "Well done! - You were able to kill Fenrir! - Ever since I was a child, this cunning and evil creature has been a nightmare for countless nearby tribes! How did you do that? Actually able to ...... Kill this wolf god! ”

"If you want to kill, you can kill." The wolf-slaying savage said something like this.

“…… You killed Fenrir. The old shaman squinted his eyes and nodded as if in approval of what the other man said: "From now on, you are Fenrir!" Its soul is imprisoned by you! - You have the Spirit of Fenrir!! ――”

"Fenrir! ――”

"Fenrir!! ――”

The advantage of a low IQ is that you can get very fast in everything, and you can achieve a sense of happiness by following the coaxing. The surrounding group of barbarians, ignoring the three-seven-twenty-one, shouted and carried the new "Fenrir" up, almost like a parade to the chief's hall.

But at that moment, there was a roar in the sky.

The style of painting suddenly changed, and it was supposed to be a heroic epic in the Middle Ages, but a large spaceship fell from the sky.

However, after a brief moment of shock, these aborigines seemed to greet the large spaceship like angels, as is often the case in heroic epics. A tribe often never sees such a scene. The aboriginal barbarians never knew what that meant - they only knew that there was a great group of warriors who would meet the greatest warriors in huge ships that flew into the sky, enter the temple of the gods, where to serve the gods, eternal battle!

Needless to say, this time it must be to welcome this great warrior - Fenrir, the wolf slayer warrior!

However, this time it was not the great warrior who walked down from the huge steel longship that he imagined, tall and heroic. Rather, it's a ...... An ordinary "thin" man with a height of "only" two meters.

- Levi, Levi, who wears a height amplifier, is still treated as a.

"Hmm...... There are indeed a lot of good fighters. Levi nodded, this planet is indeed rich in warriors! ――And the beautiful woman!

To be honest, he is not the kind of demon who changes the color of the sky, but Confucius said: I have not seen a person who is as virtuous as a good (meow) person. So it's only fitting that he likes pretty: "I'm going to be a couple of female Space Marines this time - I don't believe it!" …… The strongest man over there also comes with me, and I'll see if the Space Marines and Space Marines can have a direct birth? It's so hard to save! (To be continued.) )