When the sky was gray, Rhodes began a new round of training for the Norscans.

This time, it was the study of camp construction, fortifications, and drilling wells in the field. This is an essential skill in field warfare, and in the past, the Norsca raiders fought by looting and slaughtering, and after killing, they feasted on all the belongings of the dead. What Rhodes demanded was that they should not only slaughter and plunder, but also have other abilities.

He was going to train these northern humans to be all-rounders, all-rounders. When encountering a strong enemy, you can build temporary fortifications to defend against the enemy, and when you are besieged in the field, you can find water sources and dig wells to get water, so as not to be trapped by the enemy. All of this is aimed at cultivating a real field corps.

However, such a request was too difficult for the Norscans. Not to mention anything else, just waking them up in the middle of the night and asking them to learn theoretical knowledge will kill them. To put it mildly, this has touched the bottom line of the marauders.

A Norsca marauder with a scar on his face instantly has a temper and openly opposes Rod's "tyranny".

"We are northern humans, marauders, robbers, warriors. It's not the dwarves who just hide in castles and build houses. Learn to build a house, you better let those southerners come, I won't do it!"

He roared, roaring like a bull.

At the same time, facing his leader, he drew his weapon. This is a signal of provocation. Apparently fed up with Rhodes' leadership, this follower began to rise up against Rhodes. It's a Norscan tradition that he challenges the leader, one-on-one, and if he wins, he can become the leader of the group. And the original leader can only die. Of course, if he fails, he will be left with no bones.

"Come on, pervert, let's duel one-on-one. You lose, the crown is mine. If you win, kill me. The Norskians were not afraid of death. ”

The man roared, and he struck his shield with his sword, making a beastly sound. The audience was in awe. A warrior who dares to challenge the Son of God, he must be respected. Because Rhodes is not only the leader, he is also the first man to kill a manticore alone. Of the Norsca tribes, only the Great Chief has this ability.

However, he was going to challenge him...... The challenge of fairness and openness. Instead of waiting until Rod was weak, he challenged ......

"I accept your challenge, child, tell me, your name. ”

Rod walked to the center of the field and asked calmly.

He had seen many such warriors, who were furious, fearless, and had no fear of death. However, they all ignore the fact that they duel with a man who is open-minded. There is no chance of winning.

Rod twisted his head, his neck making a grinding sound. At the same time, the Norsca Marauders on the sidelines threw weapons at him. A mace.

"Roaring ......"

Soon, the Norscans rang out wild shouts.

"What are they trying to do? They're murdering our lord!"

"No, it's their tradition. As long as the lord has no objection, we must respect him and let him continue the game. ”

Outside the court, the chief knight Virgil said earnestly, he was about to draw his sword, but was stopped by the butler Muros. The old butler has seen too many people and things. He also knew his lord very well. He knew what he was doing. If you want to train these wildlings, you must make them surrender again and again. Force is the best means of forcing them to submit.

"Ban Da. ”

The Norsca Challenger said.

His brow furrowed, and his eyes fixed on Rod. As if it were his prey. At the same time, Rhodes stared at him. It's like two beasts staring at each other.

On the sidelines, the wild shouts of the Norscans rang out.

They shouted in an unknown language, and at the same time, the challenger took out a bottle of what looked like a battle potion from his pocket, poured the water from the bottle on the blade of the sword, walked to the center of the field, and stuck his sword in the campfire, and the iron greatsword burst into flames. The other Gnosca Marauders roared even more excitedly.

"Vulcan!

You can vaguely hear them shouting such names.

However, Rhodes doesn't care. He picked up his mace and wandered around the edge of the field, his eyes fierce like a bloodthirsty grizzly bear.

"Roaring ......"

Soon, challenger Ban Da went on the attack. He used his sword and shield together, and the flaming sword slashed down fiercely, and the whirring sound of the flames tearing through the air could be heard.

Rhodes dodged sideways, but the other party then picked up the big shield and smashed it over.

The huge shield like a shadow burst in, and Rhodes didn't have time to dodge, and his body was really hit on the side, and he roared backwards.

Banda's attack followed, and he cursed, slamming it again with his fiery sword.

This time, Rhodes raised his weapon to fight back, and easily swept the challenger's weapon away, and before the opponent could stand firm, Rod flipped his wrist and smashed the rough mace into the challenger Banda's chin from the bottom up.

There was no flashy firelight show, a cold light flashed, and an arc of death brushed Banda's jaw.

The Norscan warrior was nearly hit, stumbling backwards and luckily dodging the blow. However, Rod's attack was continuous and powerful.

The thick mace spun in a circle in mid-air and slammed into it again.

This time, Ban Da had no time to dodge, and he raised his shield to block. The wooden shield was shattered by a sharp hammer. This force, with its aftermath, penetrated the shield and was transmitted to the hands of the Norsca warriors, and in the flying sawdust, Bandar felt as if his arm was about to fall apart.

He raised his sword of fire in front of him and stabbed it to block the White Bear Lord's further attack.

Rhodes let him go for the time being.

He took a step back, and in the throbbing firelight was a grim face as sharp as a knife. The Norscan warrior had once been his subordinate, but now that he had betrayed himself and openly rebelled against his leader, he was no longer his brother.

Rod roared and slashed at the traitor again.

A cloud of dust was rolled up on the ground, and Bandar was forced to retreat, but soon he was cornered to the edge of the field, where the spectators pushed the challenger up again.

The Norsca challenger Ban Da had no choice but to use all his strength and bite the bullet.

The flaming sword slashed at Rod's head again, and Rhodes roared and parried with the weapon in his hand, and the two weapons violently met in the air, and they wrestled face to face, however, the flames suddenly turned and pounced on Rod.

The place where the flames were burned suddenly opened and Rod let out an angry roar, and in a beastly rage, Rod angrily withdrew his right hand and smashed it into the challenger's face.

After a clear click, challenger Banda was knocked to the ground, the bridge of his nose visibly crooked, and blood seeping from between his nostrils.

But it was a gladiatorial fight, not a sparring, and Rod didn't give him the slightest chance, picking up his weapon and attacking again, the mace cutting a deadly arc in the air and slashing at Ben Da's head.

The Norscan, who tumbled over and barely dodged just before the hammer fell, tried to get up, but was kicked down by Rod. The flame sword in his hand was also thrown out for a long time.

He breathed heavily, tiredly, and Rhodes' figure pressed in the firelight.

Banda wanted to pull out the dagger from his waist, but Rod was faster, and there was no room for counterattack, he grabbed the challenger, like a chicken, and the steel fist followed, and smashed a punch into Banda's face, this punch, smashed one of his eyes directly, and blood sprayed out of the eye socket.

Caroline let out an exclamation from the sidelines, while the Norska spectators didn't seem to react. Instead, he was stimulated by this bloody scene and let out a beastly roar.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Without a shred of sympathy, in the world of the Norscans, the strong are king.

After a few punches, Banda was unrecognizable, lying on the ground in a blur of flesh, awaiting his final execution. In other words, he only had one breath left, and his heart was still beating instinctively.

"Banda, my warrior, do you have any last words?"

Rhodes asked, riding on the challenger.

"Fuck you, uncle. ”

The Norsca challenger returned with the last of his strength. He gasped, his chest heaving, like a proud and unyielding wolf.

"Well, your last words - fuck your uncle. ”

Rod whispered, then drew the dagger from Benda's waist and stabbed him in the throat with a sword. A large amount of blood poured out of the broken veins, filling his mouth.