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His hands were restrained by the weapon, and Garon took advantage of his height to jerk his knees up and push them against the chest of the man opposite. Larum pulled his halberd to the side, depriving Garon of the center of gravity he needed to attack. The attack and defense of the two quickly switched in seconds, but neither of them could inflict a serious blow on the other party.

After a few rounds, the two tacitly discarded the two pieces of scrap metal that had been bent and deformed at the same time, and exchanged their weapons for their own fists and kicks.

The battle had entered the heat of the day, and every swing of a fist like steel carried a burst of air that broke through the air. Alain had no doubt that an ordinary warrior would be hit by their punches and kicks no better than being hit with the full force of a two-handed warhammer.

The crowd gathered around the arena was completely ablaze, and many even shouted 'Kill him' - even if both sides of the battle were their kind, and the death of any one of them would be an incalculable loss to the Thatchis.

Suddenly, Garon stumbled on his feet, barely avoiding his opponent's punch. Soon, the iron gray on his skin quickly faded, and his body, which had been raised nearly a meter taller, began to return to its original shape. The brilliance of the flames dissipated from his pupils, and the fanatical gaze returned to clarity once more. Instinctively, he tried to back away, intending to distance himself from his opponent.

The man who was the opponent didn't give him a chance. Larum accelerated sharply again, and Garon barely raised his arm to parry, but the whole person was thrown into the air and fell to the ground solidly. In the next moment, the sharp halberd pressed against his throat, depriving him of the possibility of getting up and fighting back.

Larum slowly removed his halberd, and Garon was on his back, silent for a long time. Larum threw him with no force, and he was unharmed. However, under the gaze of hundreds of clansmen, it was already an indisputable fact that he lost to the man in front of him.

"Well, you win." He finally spoke, turning over and sitting up, "You're a great warrior. Sure enough, even after 20 years, "King Bear" still hasn't really grown old. ”

"So do you, Garon." Larum replied in a low voice, stretching out his right hand to pull the other party up from the ground, "It seems that the burden of being the Frostwolf Patriarch has also not worn down your sharpness. ”

Garon smiled satisfied, and quickly changed to a serious expression. He straightened up, slowly closed his eyes, and then opened them, staring at the man across from him with a blazing gaze, "You said you wanted me to suspend the march, Larum." Tell me what made you make such a judgment. ”

Saying this means that the Frostwolf Patriarch has begun to face up to the 'Father' proposal. Alain was slightly agitated that his father had actually done this. He ignored the whispered chatter around him and focused his full attention on the conversation between the two people in the room.

"Because that's what is best for our people right now." Larum replied in a deep voice, "The actions of the Oron Empire are contrary to the common sense of nature. They abuse the power of the gods, and the resurrected undead fight for them. That can give them a temporary advantage, but it will never last long. ”

"Go on." Garon said.

"Wizards will not approve of the Empire's actions." "They remember the end of the last epoch and understand what kind of disasters the gods can wreak on the continent. If the Empire's actions are beyond the limits of the Wizards' Federation's patience, they will inevitably intervene to stop them. The Perons and Erna are not as vulnerable as they have seen so far, and they may have preserved their strength and waited for the moment to fight back. The most important thing is—" he shook his head slightly, lowering his voice, "as the earth elves have always told us, death is the path of any living being. Manipulating life without authorization can never come without any cost. ”

"In addition, the Saatchi people are used to life in the wilderness, and the forest is indeed richer than the wilderness, but we need time to adapt." He turned his head to look at everyone around the arena and raised his voice, "I see many warriors contracting fever from the humidity of the woods. When spring comes, the insects that hide in the forest will bring more diseases. If we continue deeper into the forest and wait for the Erna to fight back, we will find nothing. ”

"I see what you mean." Garon interrupted him, "So, what good advice do you have?" ”

"Talk to the Elna people." Without hesitation, Larum replied, "Return some of the land we currently occupy in exchange for the right to live and use the rest of the land, or something like that." We need an ally to teach us how to grow crops in the woods; The Elna people, who have experienced the war, are also reluctant to have an additional foreign enemy who harasses the border all day long. Moreover, we must retain enough forces to deal with the real enemy of the future. ”

"What?" The leader of the frostwolves frowned, "Who are you talking about, real enemy?" ”

"The one who spreads the power of the gods into the world." Larum's words were resounding, "As evidenced by the experience and glory of my 'Bear King' in this life, such an approach will inevitably bring unforeseen disaster. This is obvious - a good god should not interfere with anything in the mortal world lightly. ”

Garon was silent for a long time again. Finally, he bowed down, grabbed the half halberd on the ground, and slowly lifted it above his head.

"I, the leader of the Frostwolf clan and the commander of the coalition, Garon Locke, grant the request of the warrior Larum Lenor, to this day." He said slowly and loudly, "For the sake of my people, and the future of the entire continent, I will stop the war against the Elders Kingdom as soon as possible and make peace with it. He put down his halberd, put his hand on his chest, and slowly lowered his head, "The earth elves hereby testify that if I break my promise, I will no longer be protected by them." ”

"Thank you very much." Larum also bowed his head, "The earth elves are above, may our people have long peace from now on." ”

He turned and walked to the sidelines, and the crowd spontaneously made way for him, watching him pass through the crowd and walk to the two teenagers.

"Father...... Father. Alain watched the man stride closer, unable to tell whether he was excited, nervous or inexplicably timid, "You...... It's really amazing. ”

"I just remember someone told me that in this world, there is always a need for some people to do certain things." Larum sighed softly, looking a little lonely.

"Then ......" Alain hesitated for a moment, "Father, you asked me to protect the clan, not because of ......"

Larum turned and walked out of the stands. Alain hurriedly tugged at the somewhat sluggish Glock and kept up with the man's footsteps.

"I asked you to protect the clan, not to go forever." 'Father' seemed to see through his thoughts and patted him on the shoulder, "However, I will indeed leave the clan for a while in the future if necessary." During those times, the safety of my hometown and my people, I hope to be in your hands. ”

"I see, father." Alan nodded vigorously, and then spoke again, his tone full of anticipation, "However, with my current strength, it is not enough to ensure that the clan will not be violated. You...... Can you teach me that kind of power, Father? ”

"And me! I want to learn too, Mr. Larum! Glock quickly interjected, as if he was afraid of missing an opportunity.

"There's no need to rush. When the time is right, I will naturally pass on to you all that I have acquired. There was a rare hint of softness in the man's voice, "I won't leave the clan immediately." In addition to completing the rest of my missions, protecting the Grizzly Bear Tribe has also been my goal from beginning to end. ”

"So, now, let's go home." Larum said.