The strange information kept the warriors in the room at a loss for what to say, until the chieftain's rapid cough erupted from his chest broke the peace. As if to spit out his own internal organs, Sparrow's shoulders shook violently, saliva and hot air gushing out of his gaping mouth.

Without the help of his son next to him, the sturdy warrior stretched out his hand and wiped his mouth with the soft old linen cloth that was placed next to his head, and a low voice came out of the vibration of his chest. "Who is this messenger?is it a warrior from another tribe?" Although the chief did not know the words on the scroll, he did not know that a wizard could lie, and now he only doubted the purpose of the messenger.

"Actually, I don't think the guy in the teal cloak is a Quaid. "As a warrior who brought back the cloth scroll, Gal also appeared in this house. In Riga's stunned eyes, the young man went on to speak out loud. "His body is too slender to look like a warrior of my tribe at all. And before Riga and I came to the fortress, this mysterious man had shown us the exact way. Gal had already noticed Riga following the wizard, so he made a point of mentioning the hunter to prove the accuracy of his last name.

The eyes of the numerous warriors immediately focused on the young hunter, allowing him to stand up immediately. "By the true name of the Fury, I prove that what Gal said is the truth. That mighty and mysterious cyan cloaked archer did show us the way. ”

But that doesn't seem to prove the exact surname of the message. Paloun finally found a chance to strike his opponent, so he fought back before everyone else. It wasn't until attention was focused on him that the chief's son said in a calm and serious tone, "If this is a trap, then we will bury the entire tribe for it." ”

"If it's not a trap, that's our chance for revenge. Riga retorted loudly at Palon.

"Enough. Eventually, the chief's low roar interrupted them. "The fighters will not respond until they have enough intelligence. All for the tribe!"

"But when the scouts bring back the information, we should have lost this opportunity as well. The wizard, who had been silent since reading the information, finally spoke. "I think it's an opportunity and the shooter shouldn't be cheating. Otherwise, the Terrans must have clearly known about our new camp, and in front of that seventh-level spellcaster, no matter how thick the walls are, they can't stop the power of magic, just like ice cubes will eventually melt in the sun. ”

The wizard's dissuasion caused many of the warriors to regain their support for the message on the scroll, and they began to whisper uncontrollably in the room, their faces filled with the excitement that was characteristic of the battle.

"It's very convincing. The chief was silent for a moment, then finally changed his opinion. After coughing a few times, he turned his gaze to Riga. "And it will make it easier for me to decide who will be the next owner of the Tribal Chief's Warhammer. ”

"Rhea, son of Thorne, and Paron, son of Spain, as young warriors whom I and the wizard have elected, you can finally avoid the blood of your people on the blades of your swords. He coughed violently like a bellows, and the chief breathed his breath and continued. "In lieu of the Holy Duel, you will each lead a team of warriors to attack the separated Terran mercenaries. You may be crushed by the Terran mage's magical attacks, but I am sure you will return with his head in your hand. For the winning samurai, I will hand over the hammer that represents the power of the chief. God bless Quaid! God bless Frost Bear!"

Although the wizard had a faint sense of the conspiracy in the chief's words, the cheers and roars of the warriors around him kept his mouth shut. 'Hell. The young magician cursed, and then raised his bone staff aloft, and let out a high, almost transfigured growl from his mouth. "Fight, descendants of the Frost Bear. ”

The Quaids were extremely quick to prepare for battle, and in less than a prayer hour all the adult warriors who remained in the fortress were ready. Despite heavy losses in the battle at the camp, the tribe now gathered more than six dozen warriors. Even though there are few veteran fighters with rich combat experience, the fighting spirit of these young samurai still makes people's hearts boil.

It seems to be deliberately against the Quaids, and at the moment when the scorching sun Estel is about to slide into the sky, the blizzard in the sky finally presses down. As if someone had blasphemed the goddess of ice, snowflakes as wide as the tail feathers of the Great Chill Sparrow smashed down in the roar of frost and wind.

The Quaids who were standing in the open space of the city wall did not hide, and even the fire lit around the city wall did not decrease due to the wind and snow, but suddenly swelled a little because of the strong wind. The wounded chief was unable to show up, so the sorcerer prayed for the warriors in his place.

"Followers of the Fury, descendants of the Frost Bear. Ruler of the Ice Plains, fearless berserker. Under the protection of the gods, even the long whip of the goddess of ice will not give us a knees. Go forward, my people, and tear apart everything that stands in your way. The wizard wore a broad black wool cloak, a bone staff in his hand that swung like a sword, and a wild roar in his mouth. He didn't wear a hood, his dark yellow hair fluttering in the wind, revealing his forehead with the tattoo of his clan, and letting the falling snow strike it.

Inspired by this, the Quaid warriors immediately roared like beasts, and they raised their weapons aloft in their hands. Weapons such as swords, tomahawks, and maces form a small sea of metal as the arms stretch and contract. The cold snow and wind hit their flushed faces, but they couldn't freeze the enthusiasm that burst from their hearts. It was the pride of their bloodline, and the howling cold wind now sounded like a war song from the temple of the Fury.

"As a substitute for the Holy Duel, two warriors who are qualified to inherit the Warhammer of the Tribal Chieftain, you will choose the target of your attack under the arrangement of the gods. Without making the warriors who had been waiting in the cold wind uncomfortable, the wizard then announced loudly. A warrior took out two black and white bone shards from his waist pouch, and solemnly placed a dark red clay pot in his apprentice's hand, causing him to shake violently under the gaze of the crowd.

The clay pot swirled at a constant pace in the apprentice's hand, while the wizard next to him began to chant intricate incantations. In the midst of the praise of the gods, a bone fragment suddenly flew out of the clay pot and fell silently into the snow in front of Rha.

The wizard immediately stopped the spell, and then he slowly bent down and straightened his arm to pick up the bone fragment. Under the silent gaze of many Quid warriors, the young magician slowly opened his mouth and said in the collision of the upper and lower cold lips: "Riga, the Terrans who are preparing to go deep into the ice field will be the enemy that your sword is pointing at. ”