A brilliant meteor with a long tail spanned the starry night sky, and finally seemed to fall to the end of the earth, which was the Silian Ice Sheet in the far west of the continent, a place that seemed to be closer to the starry sky than anywhere else. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In the early autumn season, in other places, it is still a beautiful season when the wheat waves are golden and the fruits are about to be harvested, but in the endless Silian Ice Field, the snow has already fallen several times.

The largest freshwater lake on the ice field, Chagan Lake, which is the settlement of the largest tribe of the Slavs, the War Bear Tribe, although the temperature at this time is long for the warm territory of the Roland Empire when cats warm by the fire, but here, countless Slavic men are taking their minor sons to bathe in the lake that is about to freeze.

The stout women were preparing their supper meals, and the huge boning knives were wielding in their hands as light as nothing, and with a light slash the thick bones of the animal's legs were cut in two, and then the broken bones were thrown into a cauldron large enough to bathe, and the boiling cauldron was full of boiling things.

This is just the amount of a few dinners for an ordinary family, and this is the Slavic family, known as the best mercenary, and also known as the fighting nation. 、

In front of the largest and most luxurious wooden house, an old Slav is looking up at the starry sky.

"Great shaman, are you still sad for Georgi and the elite warriors of those tribes who died in battle?" said a giant Slavic man who was almost three meters tall came out of the wooden house, holding a large pot full of food in his hand, and said respectfully to the great shaman in front of him.

The giant man was one of the tallest among humans, forcing him to bend down when he went out the door, and his rock-like muscles and tattoos all over his body, face, and bald head showed that he was a top warrior among the Slavic tribes.

"No, the best fate for the Slavs is to die on the battlefield at the hands of admirable opponents, and this is their glory. The Great Shaman came back to him.

Although the great shaman is no longer young, his strong muscles are still full of strength, and the tattoos on his body are more numerous and complex than those of giant men, and the most special thing is that he holds a leather eyepatch around his empty left eye.

This eye was blinded by the Great Shaman himself, and in the Slavic tradition, only the top warriors were qualified to do so, so there is a joke in humanity that is not a joke: "The more you meet the old and disabled Slavs, the less you can provoke them." ”

The giant man bowed his head in front of the great shaman, but in front of the old man who was a head shorter, but he was as well-behaved as a kitten, and he asked: "What are you looking at, the great elder, in recent years, you have stayed outside the door and looked at the stars in the sky whenever you have time." ”

"Konev, I'm stupid boy. The great shaman touched the giant man's head dotingly, and the picture was indescribably full of joy, and his mouth said: "Do you remember the prophecy of the great astrologer of the Slavs a thousand years ago, the Great Sage Kalinin?"

Then the great shaman did not wait for the giant man to answer, and said to himself: "The astrologer Kalinin the Great Sage prophesied that in a thousand years the greatest Tsar among the Slavs will appear, and the great Tsar will lead the Slavs to defeat the demons from hell and go to unprecedented glory, and now we have survived a thousand years. ”

The giant man's huge body trembled uncontrollably, and he stared at the big eyes like brass bells and asked eagerly: "Then, has His Majesty the Tsar appeared?

"Of course, I know of course where His Majesty the Tsar is! I even know his name. The Great Shaman's words were filled with indescribable pride and relief, and then he said the news that made the giant man petrified: "He is the little dwarf lord of the Iron Lords of the Orc Empire, Duke Modo!"

With a "click", the big basin full of food in the giant man's hand suddenly fell to the ground: "How is it possible, isn't that the guy who killed Georgi and the elite warriors of the clan?"

"Pay attention to your words, it is the Tsar who led us to glory. The Great Shaman's voice became stern: "It is him, as described in the prophecy of the Great Sage Kalinin." ”

"He has the power of a giant in his humble body, the dragon from hell is also his mount, he has the power to change the world, and the madness of the Slavs will lose all power in front of their emperor, and he ...... "As if singing, the great shaman sang this prophecy known to women and children on the ice field of Silia."

The giant man tried to compare the situation of the little dwarf lord with the picture depicted in the prophecy, and then he was horrified to find that everything seemed to be right, and then he suddenly lost all his ability to speak, and he roared silently in his heart: "Why did the Slavs wait for a thousand years for the tsar, why is he a dwarf." ”

But in the end, the giant Konev, who was recognized as the strongest not only by the war bear tribe, but also by the entire younger generation of Slavs, accepted this absurd reality, after all, it was the prophecy of the greatest sage in the history of the Slavs.

"Konev, my child, take the warriors of the Ancestral Guardian Brigade, go to the territory of the Orc Empire, find our Emperor, follow him, protect him, become the most trustworthy battle axe in his hands, and finally tell him that eight million Slavs have been waiting for his guidance for a thousand years. In the end, the great shaman, who was emotionally unable to control himself, cried out almost madly.

The giant Konev opened his mouth in surprise: "I heard the big shaman right, if I take away the mausoleum guards, then who will guard the mausoleum of the ancestors." “

No wonder Konev asked such a question, the Slavs did not believe in any gods at all, they only believed in those powerful ancestors who died bravely, and they believed that believing in ancestors would bring them infinite strength and courage.

And the warriors of the Tomb Guards are the most powerful warriors in the tribe, and those who are mixed with mercenaries in the human world are just second-rate warriors in the tribe.

However, the great shaman told Konev a secret that stunned him: "Silly boy, the formation of the Mausoleum Guard is not to protect the tombs of the ancestors at all, this is just an excuse, just to use this excuse to organize the strongest warriors of the tribe and wait for His Majesty the Great Tsar to appear." ”

"Now you may soon be able to change back to your true name, the Tsar's Guard. ”

So the next day, hundreds of Slavic warriors, who were extremely poorly equipped but extremely strong, bid farewell to their people under the leadership of the giant Konev and embarked on the path of following the great tsar.

A beautiful red-haired girl in the crowd was unusually eye-catching, she was Konev's sister, Catherina.