The weaklings of the warrior's mouth stood up from the corner, and among them was a warrior about seven feet nine inches tall with bright red hair like a burning flame squeezing out of the crowd. He stretched out his strong wrist and shouted, "Frost Bear has no cowards. Do you have the courage to do it again?" the warrior's cheeks flushed, and his chest expanded with his breath like a brummer. Half of the frost bear stripes were covered by his long loose hair, and the bulging veins twisted, making him look hideous and terrifying.

The warriors of the White Lion tribe immediately let out a low sneer, and then the tall warrior who questioned Riga shook the chestnut braid on the back of his head, and the dark cyan white lion pattern writhed completely different from that of the frost bear. "I've already won you a dozen times, do we still need to compete?"

"In the name of Frostbear! Again!" the crowd's mockery made the red-haired warrior even angrier, and he slapped the square wooden table in front of him, finally pulling a steel dagger out of his leg and sticking it into the oak that had already been soaked black by rust, causing it to shake and let out a long, sharp sound.

The chestnut-haired warrior of the White Lion tribe stopped chuckling, and after pouring a full glass of ale into his throat, he tossed the container made of oak on the wooden table. The warrior first wiped a handful of foam from his beard, then leaned down and propped his strong arms on the table close to the red-haired samurai. "Then do it again. The warrior sat down on an oak bench with his buttocks, moved his shoulders, and slammed his majestic right arm against the table.

"Wait. In the face of provocations from other tribes, Riga did not put away his pride and dissatisfaction. He removed the sword strap from his waist and handed it to Gal, along with the steel battle axe. The Hunter then clasped his hands together and easily pushed the red-haired Frost Bear away after violently moving his shoulders and neck.

"Since it's in the name of Frost Bear, then I should be your opponent. In the red-haired warrior's mixed eyes, somewhat disappointed and excited, Riga stretched out his right hand and grasped the white lion warrior's hand, and almost at the same time, the two found a support point for their elbows on the wooden table.

"Then defeat you together. The chestnut beard, dripping with ale and brown foam, fluttered, and the pigtailed warrior chuckled covertly. "Come on, woman. Use your strength and show me just how good the warriors who slay the Snow Ape and the Terran mages are. ”

"Go!" the dark-haired Raven warrior raised his hand and shouted and swung it down.

Two warriors as strong as humanoid bears struck out at the same time, causing a lump of rock-hard muscles to bulge from the majestic arms. The long table made of heavy oak creaked with brute force, but the noisy and chaotic howl soon covered it all.

The warriors of the three clans gathered around, raising their glasses and shouting wildly. Even the centurion of Dragoninus, who had stayed on the sidelines, roared loudly to cheer for Riga, but he poured the ale down his throat more quickly.

The chestnut-haired white lion warrior is indeed strong, and even his strength can make Riga feel his arm sore. But the hunter who had already stimulated the power of the bloodline possessed great endurance and explosiveness. He pulled his right hand to the left with all his might, and even though the chestnut-haired warrior's face was flushed, he couldn't slow down the speed at which his palm was pressed down.

"Boom. As if a stone had been smashed into the water, Riga immediately let go of his arm and stood up, grabbing a blackened oak cup from the side and pouring the frothy ale into his mouth.

"You lost, warrior of the White Lion. Rega gasped as she drank the liquor in one gulp, then wiped the foam off her beard with her gloveless left hand.

"God bless the Frost Bear!" Gal couldn't help but raise his glass and growl, and the tribal warriors quickly responded to him with the loudest voices possible. Even in the end, the Frost Bears, including the red-haired warriors, began to cheer for victory.

"Come again!" the red-faced white lion warrior roared, unconvinced at the hunter. "I wasn't ready. ”

The Quaids, including the Raven Tribal warriors, immediately let out a boo, leaving the warrior who was over eight feet tall angry.

"Hirag is on top, I'll bet with this arm!" the chestnut-haired warrior pulled out the red-haired shortsword that he had stuck to the side and plunged deep into the wooden table, his face stained with ash and grease. "You're going to have to try with me again!"

"Shut up, you stupid donkey!" Before Riga could react to the chestnut-haired warrior's violent reaction, a loud shout calmed the entire tavern.

Through the dilapidated wooden door of the tavern entered, two men wrapped in tin cans and shiny like steel coins. One of the warriors, who was more than eight feet tall, still growled in a low voice, "You pigs! ”

The newly arrived warriors of the Spain tribe did not recognize the Terran, but the centurion stepped out and stood up straight in the space between his words. The right hand clenched his fist and pounded it at the position of the heart, and the Longinus people saluted before opening their mouths seriously and seriously: "Legionnaire, the third centurion reports." ”

The same fist was struck in the chest, and with the crisp sound of steel clashing, the tall human replied stiffly in the lingua franca, "Call me centurion!" I hate this legion that can only lead barbarians. And you shouldn't sit and drink, these Quaid barbarians are subject to our discipline. ”

"Yes! The Dragonus straightened up and shouted, before whispering in response. "But these Quaids don't know discipline at all, and we can't convince these unruly barbarians. ”

"Then conquer them with money and strength. The Legion Commander moved his body wrapped in thin plate armor, and his right hand gripped the black weight ball on the sword. The sheer weight of the armor and weapons together sent a sharp wail to the thick wooden planks of the tavern, and finally the centurion of the regular army of Dragoninus had to retreat outside, temporarily abandoning the curse of the Quid mercenaries.

The Quaids, who had been disturbed by the officers, sat back in their seats and began to brag to each other. The red-eyed White Lion warrior also woke up from the chaos, embraced Riga apologetically and kissed him on the cheek. "Helagh, brother, please forgive me for my impulsiveness and recklessness. ”

Taking the oak cup full of liquor from the warrior's hand, Riga kissed him as well. "May the Fury bless you, brother, that you have done nothing wrong. ”

Watching Riga swallow all the ale, the tall, muscular warrior laughed out loud and folded his hands over his shoulders in earnest. "Rega, warrior of the Frost Bear, I am Santan from the White Lion Clan, a friend you will never betray. ”