Bantu people are not good at communicating, but they treat anyone, even strangers. If you ask him for a duel, he will immediately become a two-man affair. Usually, their attitude towards outsiders is cold. But once there is a duel, things are different.

Maffeo believed that this astonishing change of mouth came from the fact that they had always wanted to be a true warrior, and they could not refuse a duel, just as they could not refuse mare's milk wine and stew.

There is no doubt that these Bantu men were amazingly powerful, and in the first encounter, Maffeo not only did not take advantage of anything, but was almost smashed by the opponent with a blunt object in the arm bones. Just the slightest mistake can put yourself in a bad position, and a duel with the Bantu is so exciting. Maffeo was indeed shocked into a cold sweat, and immediately jumped away from the other party, slightly distancing himself.

The other party obviously didn't plan to play any conspiracy, and completely used the instinct of a warrior to fight. Like a rhinoceros capable of crushing everything, he unleashed a swift attack on Maffeo, the heavy blunt weapon wielding it in their hands as easily as a cream knife. Maffeo judged the direction of the attack, slammed his sword into his opponent's blunt object, and leaned sideways, slamming his left shoulder into the Bantu's chest.

However, as if anticipating this, the Bantu retreated behind him, and at the same time swung the blunt object in a semicircle, forcing Maffeo back. Now Maffeo had a reason to say that he was a spark boy, and the sparks from the collision of the blunt object with his greatsword were almost in his eyes. One thing that seemed nice to him, though, was that he was finally less cold now.

Maffeo smiled, and spoke to the other in the gap between the momentary battle. "Yes, fighting you really doesn't have to think about anything. ”

"Hurry up and get it done, stranger. The other party said coldly.

"As you wish......" Maffeo took a big step forward, swinging his greatsword violently one hundred and eighty degrees as he jumped, and the waves rolled up the snow and wind on the ground towards the Bantu people. Just in case something might happen, no, it actually happened - the Bantu people were not afraid of the fluctuations, and they counterattacked from the center of the waves with a blunt object.

Prepared to do so, Maffeo stepped back, and then threw a light whirl in a coherent spin to slash the Bantu man's arm—he was about to chase after Maffeo who appeared to be retreating with a blunt object, and perhaps at that moment the word coward came to his mind. It backfired, but the Bantu were not provoked, not for some strange reason, but because the anger disappeared from their bodies as soon as they entered the battle.

While this duel will keep his body from being as cold as a popsicle frozen in the northern snow, Maffeo doesn't like this kind of uncertain fight, because you can't kill the opponent in the end, and mastering the strength is a difficult thing to control, and God knows if the fierce Bantu will make some amazing moves when you're ready to stop after you put the sword on his neck.

But it was clear that the other side had no such concerns, and they didn't seem to care if they would kill each other in a duel, because their every move was enough to kill someone. Well, this would reduce the pressure on Maffeo, at least he wouldn't have caused an irreparable situation if he killed him by mistake, but he wasn't going to do that.

Since the opponent could use his powerful flesh to counter his enemies, Maffeo did not think that he could use some flesh that might be considered witchcraft in their eyes. So in the last head-to-head encounter, when Maffeo cleverly lowered his body to dodge the blunt weapon, he launched a blood gas blast and knocked the blunt weapon in his opponent's hand to the ground.

The Bantu's first move was not to pick up their weapons, let alone surrender, but to face Maffeo with their fists clenched, trying to pick up Maffeo with their amazing strength, but the latter would not let them do it. He jumped backwards, then took two deceptive steps forward—the one that succeeded in fooling the other. Maffeo then had a chance to turn around and come to the back of the Bantu and put his great sword on the opponent's neck.

The rumors that have been circulated by the civilians are not true, and for the Bantu people, a duel is a duel, and winning or losing is winning or losing. In this respect, they are much simpler than the Belmar and Delos. "I lost, played well, stranger. There was nothing unconvincing in the Bantu tone.

Maffeo removed the greatsword from his opponent's neck and tucked it into the scabbard behind his back. "Well, to be honest, your strength is amazing, did you drink any potion?"

The Bantu people turned and answered Maffeo's question earnestly, which would have been terrible to any outsider in their eyes. "Potions? No, we never use those things. Every Bantu will be exiled to the snowy mountains to survive when they are young, and constantly exercising their bodies in cold regions is also the foundation of our great strength. In addition to this, the wolf totem gives us strength and wisdom. ”

"I'm not sure if I'm going to learn about your Bantu customs, but can we talk?" asked Maffeo, sighing.

"Explain your intentions. The Bantu man raised his head.

Maffeo looked over the shoulders of the Bantu people into the village that had gradually calmed down, in fact, it was only because almost all of the Bantu who had been doing the looting were watching the duel between their little leader and Maffeo. "Why did you ransack this village? I believe that such an indisputable village has not infringed on your interests. ”

"Quite simply, we have to survive. Although the Bantu people were helpless, he still said their thoughts in a tough tone, maybe the Bantu guys themselves are not good at communicating.

"Denying innocent people the right to live for their own survival is wonderful, and I applaud you. Maffeo scoffed.

"Whatever you may say, outsider, but I can't give up the lives of my people. The Bantu seemed tired of the conversation and were ready to turn back into the village. At this time, Uma came over and stopped him. "Wait, judging by the look on your face, what does it seem like you're struggling with?"

The Bantu man looked back and said in surprise. "Yes, little man, how do you see that?"

God, Uma now thinks they're just dead, and he wants not to be like that for all Bantu people at this moment. Otherwise, it would be hard to refuse to negotiate with them. "We can talk about this later, we want to enter the snowy land of Stone, maybe you can help us. ”

"If it had been a week ago, I would have readily promised you, after all, the blonde warrior had defeated me. But now, it's impossible to get back to the snowy land of Ston from here. Bantu shook his head regretfully.

"Why?" asked Uma in surprise.

"Come with me, let's meet the house and talk, I know you outsiders are not used to the cold weather of the north. "The Bantu people rushed at a thatched hut that was deserted, and in fact it was the house of the poor worm who had just been scooped by some Bantu fellow. But now, no one is in the mood to care so much. Troublesome things are always one after another, and Maffeo is starting to get tired of it. [.]