After returning from the Troll Mountains, Rhodes has been reborn.

He felt the muscles and bones of his whole body harden more than before, and his blood was surging with endless strength, as if he had used endless strength every day.

What's more, he has gained a loyal and powerful companion - Spirit Bear, the King of White Bears.

Unlike the average white bear, Spirit Bear has a body stronger than a manticore lion and claws, its strength is stronger than all the creatures in the forest, a single claw can break a full-grown tree, sharp teeth can bite through the bones of a griffin, and a low roar is enough to make all creatures in the forest tremble.

Rhodes and it hunted all the way, leaving the snow-capped Troll Mountains and passing through the untouched highland tundra and frozen forests covered in ice crystals. Along the way, whether it is the hairy rhinoceros, the alpine snow leopard, the ice wolf, or the beastmen, no one dares to mess with them, and at the same time, all the animals in the forest are afraid of falling into their prey......

"Thunder Roar, Frostfang, White Spirit, Ice Wind, Terrorclaw, Slap Bear ......"

Sitting by the fire, Rhodes kept muttering all sorts of strange names as he wanted to name Spirit Bear and name his new partner. However, the white bear does not seem interested in this, and he sits across the fire, devouring his prey caught during the day, an ice rock pig.

The skin of the Ice Rock Pig living in the extreme cold is as hard as a rock, but in Spirit Bear's mouth, it is like bread, and he casually tears off a piece of meat and swallows it in his stomach.

Rhodes skewered the other half with a long sword and burned it to eat.

"It's right to fill your stomach, but before that, you have to have a name so I can call you every time I need you. ”

Rod said, cutting off a piece of cooked meat and putting it in his mouth and chewing it. And Spirit Bear on the side was still indifferent. Rhodes knew that he could understand, and as a bear spirit, his IQ sometimes surpassed that of humans, not only understanding the lingua franca, but also the languages of other races, even Elven and dwarven languages. It can be said that in some ways, Spirit Bear surpasses himself.

But it just sat there, indifferent, and tore at its prey with a big mouth.

"Why don't you call you a teddy bear......?" That's a good name......"

Roar......

As soon as Rod finished speaking, Spirit Bear roared, and the snowflakes on the leaves above his head kept shaking.

"Okay, okay, not a teddy bear, not a teddy bear. ”

Rod said with a smile.

Only then did Spirit Bear lazily return to his place and continue to gnaw on the pieces of meat on the ground. The offal of the Ice Rock Pig was given to him, and he enjoyed the meat of his back, thighs, and loins. For bears, the guts are the good stuff. For Rhodes, it's all about tender meat. To each his own, he takes what he needs.

"Well, you should still have a name. ”

Rod pondered for a moment, then continued—

"I see, let's call it Ursock. ”

Roar~~~

After Rod finished speaking, Spirit Bear put down the food at hand and turned his head to stare at Rhodes, first stunned for a moment, and then let out a satisfied roar.

He put his head on Rhodes and made a purring sound, which meant satisfaction. I'm full of food, and I have a pretending name again, it's almost over, and I can sleep well. The huge bear head leaned casually against Rod's lap. The fat body lies in the snow. A look of satisfaction.

In the days that followed, Rod and Ursok made their way south to their territory. Sometimes Spirit Bear will take him to the cave where he rests, drive out the cats and dogs inside, and then spend the night in the cave with Rod. Well, for the combination of the lord and the white bear, all the beasts in the forest are cats and dogs. No beast would dare to compete with Spirit Bear and Rhodes.

As the Chosen Bear, communicating with the Bear Spirit is not a laborious task, but sometimes there are disagreements and contradictions. For example, after leaving the Frozen Forest, Rhodes plans to return the way he came, enter the Dark Forest, and then return to Blackhammer Castle. As for Spirit Bear, it wants to go directly through the land of trolls and return directly to Blackhammer from that vast plain area.

Rod disagreed at first, but Spirit Bear insisted, thinking that the partner might want to take him to see something new, and Rod finally agreed to him. While it can be dangerous to walk from the land of trolls, it does get a lot closer.

The land is full of barren mountains, dead trees, and fissures. It's not that accurate to call it a troll country. Because there has never been a real owner of this land. Trolls used to wreak havoc on the land, but that was a long time ago, and it was never a nation. It might be more appropriate to call it "home".

Today, the land is one of the most chaotic areas north of Kislev. Creatures such as greenskins, beastmen, ratmen, and bipedal wyverns inhabit the area, fighting each other. There are even a small number of humans who have settled here. Fighting and conflict are common. Compared to the rest of the world, Rhodes admires the people who live here the most. They are real tough guys, braver than the people who live north of Kislev. They survive in the beast-infested frontier lands, almost forgotten by the world. Although living in Blackhammer Fort is pitiful, it is also a castle and a territory recognized by the Kingdom of Kislev, and living here is almost equivalent to being isolated from the world.

The human tribes here are said to have been formed by the sentries of the Great Wall who wandered to the north.

The Great Wall Sentinels were a symbol of the brave in distant times, and in the days when the Great Wall was not yet abandoned, these people were ordered by the king to guard their country and serve as a shield for the kingdom and its people. They are few in number, but all of them are masters of archery and rangers, so they can survive in this land full of dangers. And their exact number, no one knows, Rod guesses, may be less than the population of Blackhammer Castle......

Despite the dangers, Rhodes and the White Bear still walk the land. Finally, on the fourth day after entering the land of trolls, Rhodes saw the terrible rift in the surface.

The vast expanse of the earth seemed to have been split by the creation giant, and the deep chasm stretched from south to north until it was out of sight.

Standing on the edge of the fissure and looking down, the rock wall is as flat and steep as a knife. Except for the light shining in near the surface, the darkness is endless even deeper. For people with a fear of heights, they are not willing to stay here for a second.

Legend has it that this is where the demons appear. And Rod is more pragmatic and reminds of a famous nezumi stronghold - the pit of hell. Legend has it that the most important base of the nezumi is located in the northern part of the Troll Realm. It's just that whether this gap in front of him leads to that mysterious and terrifying country, Rod doesn't know. And right now, it's not the time to explore, I've been away from Black Hammer Fort for too long, and it's not a good thing for a lord to leave his territory for too long. The human heart is unpredictable, and even knights who have sworn allegiance to you will have a day when they are not so loyal.

Looking at the bottomless abyss at his feet, Rod patted the white bear on the shoulder and motioned for him to continue on his way.