It was an arm that was thinner than most Slinger men, slender and full of streamlined toning.

Because it's a woman's hand!

But when the hand was raised, the other four male leaders involuntarily lowered their heads.

In the winter, the orthopedic figure standing on the high platform quickly became the focus of the audience. Below her shoulders, she had only a handful of clothing. A snow-white winter wolf's fur without a trace of blemish was split into two parts, and the pair of huge but not cumbersome peaks were clustered respectively, and the alluring peach paradise.

She posed in a variety of poses, indulging in the perfect posture of the winter sun, the streamlined arms and legs, the six-pack abs that stood out when she breathed, the S-shaped figure.

On her shoulders, she had a delicate, healthy little round face and fiery red hair, but most people would be horrified by her terrifying shoulder armor and headdress.

A large winter wolf's skull 'bites' her head with its skull half-open, but that was only her former trophy. The jaw that is fixed will never bite together. Its presence is only a demonstration of her bravery.

And her spaulders weren't ordinary ones, but the withered skulls of two frost trolls. The skull, which should have been extremely heavy, was not burdened at all on her shoulders, as if it were empty.

Her cloak was not an ordinary cloak, it looked like a flickering beaded curtain, and if you looked closely, you would find that it was a human braid.

Among the Slingers, only the chief of a clan could decorate each braid with glittering crystals and other ornaments, and only a dead chief would cut off his own braids.

This woman actually used more than twenty beaded braids as her own cloak, and her achievements can be imagined.

The most shocking thing is that on her exposed skin, on her face, there is no scar at all!

She held her bone scimitar aloft, a scimitar made from the ribs of a subspecies wyvern. The blood streaks that faintly appeared on it, I don't know if it was the blood stains of the wyvern, or the blood stains of the enemy.

Her magnetic voice full of neutral features opened up.

"Under the blessing of our great ancestors, we have crossed the ice ocean to this fertile land, which was once the land of the people of order, but now it is a paradise for the people of frost such as us. This proves once again that we are right – only the strong have everything!"

"Oooh-oh-" Thousands of blades, held high to the sky, swords like a forest, people like a tide. The barbarians responded to their leader with their fanatical cries - even though she was a woman!

"The weak people of order do not deserve such fertile land! they are so weak that they are not even qualified to be born into this world. That's right—weakness is sin! Weakness is original sin! It is because of us that Slinger fights each other that we are stronger and more invincible!"

The sharp bone knife slashed down, and the sword light that cut through everyone's vision, Rao is a hundred meters away, and there was an illusion that the knife light suddenly slashed at his body. The Slingers flinched in horror at first, then cheered back with even more fervent cheers.

As soon as the female leader's fist closed, the audience became silent again.

"Today, those unsightly people of order are once again ready to set foot on this land that already belongs to us, what should we do!?"

The female leader's voice fell, and she immediately received thousands of frantic responses.

"Kill them!"

"Kill all their men, rob all their women!"

"Hang their men's heads all over the riverbank—"

With a sharp swing of her scimitar, the female leader shouted, "Yes, this is already our land! We will use the blood of our enemies to tell them who is the master of this land—"

"Oooh!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The crowd was surging, and the huge sound wave was like a tsunami, sweeping the entire camp.

"I swear to my ancestors in the name of Ulani* Blood Raven that I will cut off the most heads and turn this land into the realm of the Frost People!" declared the chiefess Ulani.

The next moment, a group of muscular hunks with only X-shaped straps in their shoulder armor appeared, pushing and shoving a few Bakarias.

Ulani's electric gaze swept over a thin, ragged woman beside her, and she said loudly, "Tell them that we Slingers worship bravery, and that if any of them, or all of them, go up together and kill any of the four chieftains behind them, they will be courteous and safely return to their territory." ”

After a pause, Ulani looked proud. Without her opening, a maid next to her said loudly: "Of course, they can also choose to challenge the greatest Aurora Daughter, the invincible female chieftain, the hunter of the Wolf King of the Northlands, and the troll killer - Ulani * Blood Raven!"

With that, the Slingers threw a bunch of scimitars in front of the Bakaria scouts.

The thin woman relayed the words of the sheikh, in the eloquent lingua franca of mankind.

The scouts were stunned when they heard this, and then all the scouts turned their eyes to the leader.

The lead scout burst into laughter after hearing the relays of what was supposed to be a female slave.

"Haha

He smiled happily and wantonly, with both the desolation of the end of the road and the heroism of desperation. This laughter, which did not resemble a dying man at all, made every Slinger in the entire camp look bad.

"What is he laughing at!?" Ulani stomped her foot, and the terrifying killing intent suddenly spread in all directions, and many of the Slingers who were close to her took a cool breath.

Only the scout captain was not afraid, and when he heard the slave girl's relay, he had a proud smile on his face: "Tell this arrogant female chief." She can humiliate us, kill us, but ......"

Suddenly, he restrained all his smiles, his whole face became hideous, his neck became completely thicker, his blood vessels bulged with excitement, and his entire body seemed to be raised two meters taller, becoming an out-and-out giant.

"Our master will avenge us! Because last winter, all we ate was hellish wolf meat! She is proud of the trolls, and her master has killed twelve of them! Her glory is not worth mentioning in the eyes of her master!"

At this, he almost roared and shouted, "Tell her! Our master is the greatest Flamebringer, the Orc Buster, the Troll Slayer, the Giant Slayer, the Destroyer of Ggent, the Exterminator of the Skull Clan, the truly invincible Grand Duke of Baccaria, Martin Lorraine—"