"Norris?"

Hearing this surname, the group of tribesmen suddenly stirred.

Everyone unanimously looked at the patriarch who was lying in the snow, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Because the patriarch of their clan is this surname, and it has been passed down from generation to generation, and the patriarch of each generation uses this surname!

But even so, this group of tribesmen didn't believe that the person in front of them might have anything to do with their patriarch.

There is no other reason, it looks too ugly!

What's the deal with this arm that's thinner than a twig? What's going on with that body that doesn't have any explosive power at all!? What's the deal with not having biceps that are thicker than the waist of a woman outside? And, most importantly, what's the deal with having a face like the women out there?

It's so ugly that I can't look at it directly, just like those women from the outside world.

Although in the aesthetics of outsiders, maybe he is beautiful, but... In the eyes of this group of tribesmen.

A woman who doesn't have six-pack abs, doesn't have a thick waist with biceps and doesn't have an outsider's waist, and whose pectoral muscles are not hard and sagging like a rock is definitely an ugly woman!

Therefore, they were not sure what the person in front of them had to do with their patriarch.

Could it be a little lover? Impossible! It's impossible for the patriarch of his own family to find such an ugly woman... Besides, no matter how feminine the appearance is, the voice is still a cold male voice, which sounds like a cold wind blowing in the snowy mountains...

Just when the tribesmen were in doubt.

"Ai... This... Who? Ace-sama... Coming back? Patriarch Orna, who had fallen to the ground and was all charred and dying, suddenly spoke: "You... Fast... Get out of the way! ”

Since the patriarch spoke, the group of tribesmen of course got out of the way, but they still looked at the man vigilantly.

He didn't say much. He just walked straight up to the man, ignoring the clansmen around him who were clenching their weapons as if they were about to pounce at any moment.

Look at Ornar, who is lying on the ground and dying, exuding a charred black smell.

"I remember you. The first time I saw you, you were just a child. He looked very young no matter how he looked, but he spoke in a flat tone to the tall man in front of him.

"Unexpected... Lifetime... I'll be able to see Ace-sama again... My life... It's worth it...... too."

Ornar's words almost popped out of his throat.

But the tone was full of respect for the silver-haired and silver-eyed young man.

"Actually... It's Ace-sama!! "Finally. Among the tribesmen, some of the seniors who were already past the age of the sixtieth year, but the body was still strong, opened their mouths and exclaimed, but immediately covered their mouths, which aroused the curiosity of the people around them, and began to ask in a low voice.

Why did this young and ugly person in front of him make the patriarch respect him so much.

"Who is he?"

When he heard this question, the senior replied in a low voice with a sense of nostalgia and pride.

"The pride of our entire Snow Mountain tribe, he is the only saint of our northern Snow Mountain tribe! Patriarch Onar was saved this time. ”

Need you say more? Two words of saint are enough, except for the dragon god. The only 'god' worshipped by the Snow Mountain tribe

Sage. Ace. Norris!

Compared to the ethereal gods. He really existed, walked out of the world from this snow-capped mountain, and obtained the status of a saint. Having reached the top, he was worshipped by various tribes in the snow-capped mountains.

When the news spread. Those tribesmen fell to their knees one after another, bowing their proud heads, even if some did not believe it, but the majesty of the gods was still inviolable, in their eyes, the young man in front of them was a god!

A group of people at the top of this world, saints!

"No, your life is not over, and it is not worth it, you should protect your people until the last moment, this is what the warriors of the northern tribes do."

The cold voice spoke to everyone's hearts, and he half-crouched, his hand touching Orna's charred body and feeling his passing life.

I... Can you live? Seeing the god he believed in and was proud of, Orner had a glimmer of hope.

This glimmer of hope is beginning to be seen!

Life, power!

Orna suddenly felt the blood in his body begin to flow faster, as if uncontrollably! The vitality surging inside is several times stronger than before.

The charred skin on Orna's surface began to fall off almost instantly, and new skin grew in it, like a butterfly chrysalis that had broken out of a cocoon.

Under the surging of pale red aura, Orna was reborn!

"Heha......" Orner suddenly opened his blurred eyes, breathed in the cold air from the snow, and sat up suddenly! Feel the joyful vitality in the body, and even more powerful than before.

Orna turned his head to the young man beside him, who was not too petite to describe himself.

He stood up resolutely, and as the patriarch, he fell to his knees.

"Lord Ace, welcome back, this patriarch ......"

"I don't need to." He refused in a still cold tone.

"This ......"

"I don't think I can do this position better than you, Patriarch Orna." His silver eyes looked at Orna without a trace of emotion: "You are brave, and your people are brave, never back down, never abandon your companions, always protect your homeland, if it were me, I would not be able to do this under the same circumstances." ”

"So even if it's for the sake of this tribe, wise leader, please continue to lead."

After saying this, Orna was told not knowing how to refute it, and at the same time, the fear and uneasiness of the saint's strength began to calm down, and it was replaced by a wholehearted allegiance.

This is pretty much the same idea for everyone else present.

The saint in front of him did not seem to be like those rumors, fleeing from the court of the gods, lost in his own power and doing whatever he wanted.

He is a peaceful man, despite the fact that his appearance may seem unapproachable.

"Orna, take me back to the tribe, the fall of the court of the gods, the invasion of demons, the changes in this world are too great, I want to see if our tribe has the ability to endure this test, and also, I miss home."

The demons have been repelled and there is no reason to stay here!

Orna, who was the patriarch, ordered a few people to be behind the outpost realm.

took him along the cave carved out of this snow-capped mountain, all the way to the depths of this snow-capped mountain.

And there, like a paradise world, quietly appeared in front of his eyes.