"I don't think there's anything funny. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info", Wren took off his white rhinoceros leather gloves and hooked his fingers at his side.

Robado ran over, nodding and hunching his back, looking humble. Wren pointed to the fifty or sixty people opposite, without the slightest fear, his face was not red and his heart was not beating, as if he regarded this group of ice barbarians with explosive combat power as nothing, "Who is the patriarch between them." ”

As soon as these words came out, Bing Man stopped laughing one after another, and looked at Ren with a calm face. The patriarch is the core leader of a tribe and the most powerful person in the tribe, and each member must maintain the dignity of the patriarch no matter what opponents they face. Wren named and said that he wanted to find out the patriarch, which was a very serious provocation. All the ice barbarians rolled up their sleeves, revealing their strong arms, and they were ready to move, wanting to rush up and beat Wren violently.

At this moment, a man who was obviously different from the other ice barbarians, lined up the crowd with his hands and stood up.

He was wearing two clothes, inside and outside, wearing a lot of ornaments, and he was much taller than others, and he had a momentum of life and death all over his body.

The man had a square face, gray hair and eyebrows, and large, round eyes. His body is also exceptionally strong, and even through his clothes, he can feel the surging power under his clothes. With an inexplicable smile on his face, he raised his head, "Don't look for it, I am." ”

He didn't seem to be smiling, and he didn't take Wren seriously at all. As the patriarch of a small Bing Barbarian tribe, he understands very well that in fact, Ice Barbarian ...... They call themselves the remnants of the ancients, and their race is not as ignorant as the Desi under the ice field imagined. On the ice field, every Ice Man will receive a general education, and will also learn the lingua franca and some German and Spanish.

They call the German language the Sacred Language, which is inherited from the "Standard Continental Language" of the Holy Empire. In addition, there are some recent developments under the ice field, such as the fact that the Patriarch of the Moontree tribe has a bunch of newspapers from the Orlando Empire in his tent. These newspapers provided a considerable amount of information from the outside world for him to understand, not only him, but almost all the tribes, had the habit of maintaining reading, and would also popularize a certain degree of education.

Yes, Count Rennes, a golden nobleman, certainly has monstrous power below the ice field, and even the governor of a province has to grovel when he sees him. However, this is not the Orlando Empire, this is the Far North Ice Field, which belongs to the god of Dumeron, and here, only the High Priest has the final say.

Everyone has the desire to trample on authority, and they can also bring themselves a supreme sense of pleasure by trampling on authority, which has nothing to do with the human blood of the Desi or the Ice Plains barbarians, it is purely the inferior nature of the bones of intelligent creatures.

In the cold wind, Wren shook his head slightly, and the cold wind blew the long beast hair on his leather coat, which was scattered on his face from time to time, he glanced at the patriarch of the Moon Tree tribe sneeringly, and asked, "Can you call the shots?" Be the ...... of the entire Ice Plains barbarians", he suddenly laughed in realization, stretched out his finger and nodded, "I forgot, you claim to be the remnants of ancient times, the descendants of the gods, okay, can you be the master of the entire descendant of the gods?"

With that, he strode forward, his head held high, his momentum flawless, and he rose from the ground. The cold wind couldn't shake his momentum, and there was not a trace of cold wind within three meters of his body!

Jasmine just wanted to open her mouth to stop Wren and tell him not to be impulsive and to be sensible. But when she saw Wren's sparkling eyes, she knew that no matter how much she said, Wren would not accept it, so she could only sigh slightly and immediately follow.

The ice barbarians were stunned, they couldn't believe that this defenseless Desi nobleman walked towards them so arrogantly. Is he not afraid?

Martin flicked the reins and was about to follow, but Wren, as if he had eyes in the back of his head, raised his hand to stop their movements, and continued to stride forward until he stood in front of the Moontree Patriarch.

There was less than a meter between the two of them, and with the Moontree Clan Chief's arm span, he was strong enough to reach out and grab Wren, but he didn't do so. He obviously looked down at Wren, but he had an extremely ridiculous feeling, as if he was the inferior person, looking up at the other party. His face changed slightly, and he was a little embarrassed and wanted to say something to make up for his lost points, but Wren pressed his hand on his arm.

The ice barbarian boys behind him showed expressions of wanting to eat people, all of them were hideous and terrifying, as long as Wren made any more moves, they would pounce on Wren and tear him apart.

With disdain at the corner of Wren's mouth, he snorted lightly, his wrist was slightly forced, and he actually pushed the two-meter-six-seven-year-old Moon Tree Clan Patriarch aside, and walked straight to the crowd, "Let the person who can call the shots come and tell me, this is a big business!"

The patriarch of the Moon Tree tribe was still stunned, and those clansmen crowded in front of Wren one after another, blocking his way, and they all seemed to be devouring Wren alive.

Wren didn't even shake the corners of his eyes, even the slightest hint of it, and his lips opened slightly, "What? Get out of here!"

Jasmine clenched the hilt of her sword nervously, and the frost aura surrounded her body, forming a small cyclone. As soon as the other party makes a move, she will immediately throw Wren out, and then flee the ice field with Wren. She was confident that she could defeat three or five Ice Barbarians, but she didn't have the slightest confidence in the face of a tribe and an even more powerful patriarch.

However, just as the other party was about to make a move, an indifferent deep female voice came, "Let him in." ”

Wren's expression moved slightly, in fact, he already had a way to deal with it, and he could completely take these people in a few words. It's just that he didn't expect that the person who can really call the shots has already come! He straightened his neckline, looked at those ice barbarians with indignation on their faces with a smile, sneered, and strode forward with his head held high, not caring at all about the ugly faces of those ice barbarians.

The patriarch of the Moontree Clan's face changed, and he also walked in.

There is a circular altar in the middle of the camp of the Moontree Division, and on the altar stands a woman dressed in a blue long-distance run. The woman's body was faintly fluorescent. Crystal hair draped over his shoulders, melon seed face, a vermilion red spot on his forehead, and his eyebrows were frosted like frozen mimosas. The eyes are large and bright, indifferent and flat, and a pair of lilac full lips under the high bridge of the nose.

It's a beauty, just a little older.

When Wren looked at her, she was looking at Wren as well. Unlike Wren's scrutiny, a trace of consternation, a hint of surprise, a hint of shock flashed in her eyes.

"You are ......", Wren owed slightly, in fact, the other party didn't say that he understood that this was already a big man in the Ice Barbarian, either a saint or a high priest. It is not ridiculous to salute such a figure.

The high priest's face changed quickly, all the superfluous emotions in his eyes immediately converged, and a faint smile actually appeared on his face, "I am the high priest of the gods, you can call me Carandris." ”

In the Desi language, Carandliss means "one who serves the gods" and "is blessed by the gods".

"I just heard that you have a big business?", Calandris stepped down from the altar and stretched out his hand to invite, and the curtain of the patriarch's tent was instantly covered with frost, which seemed to be alive, and actually lifted the curtain. "Please, inside please. ”

The golden wreath of thorns in Wren's left eye slowly emerged, which others could not see, but Carlandelis could see clearly, she was also a person with divinity. Her heart shook, and as the High Priestess of Dumeron, she inherited the memory of Dumeron, and she had "seen" such eyes. As far as she can remember, in ancient times, there was a powerful demigod, and the mother of the demigod was the great Lord of the Dawn, Aurora, also known as the Goddess of Dawn.

In order to protect her children, she instilled the power of the sun and moon into the eyes of the demigods, and later caused a series of other events because of the eyes that hid the sun and the moon.

Yes, from a mortal point of view, it was a ring of thorns, but to Calandris, it was not a thorn, but a flame that surrounded the sun!

There was already something strange in her mind, and she didn't know if Wren knew what was in his left eye.

Wren smiled slightly, and walked into the patriarch's tent with the fluctuating Carandris.

After the two sat first and second respectively, Calandris kept smiling, and she folded her hands on the corner of the table, making the atmosphere in the whole camp relatively relaxed, "Count Wren, aren't you afraid?"

Wren leaned back to sit comfortably. The journey was bumpy, and my ass was already numb, "Scared, why should I be afraid?"

"Because your men have slain the two great people of God, and have desecrated the dignity and glory of the ice field. And there is not peace and friendship between you and us, there are still contradictions and conflicts between us. Aren't you afraid, we'll kill you, and then just find a random place and throw it away, and pretend nothing happened?", Calandris stared at Wren tightly, as if trying to find a hint of wavering in his face and eyes.

Wren was not afraid of such a threat, he said as if provocatively, "Why don't you try?" ”

"It's not just me, it's you, and all the Ice Barbarians!"

"Desi people never talk about the reason, only look at the result. ”

"For the sake of the heir of a golden nobleman, the Orlando Empire will definitely wash the entire ice field in blood, even if it triggers a civil war!"