"Horn of wrath!

O great immortal Furyman!

The mad god born in the wrath of creation!

Praise your strength! Kiss your tomahawk!

The Holy One born out of blood and rage!

Call your real name!

Sacrifice you with sweet blood and fearful souls!

The eternal guardian of the Quaid!"

The frenzied prayers tore through the silence of the night, and then bundles of torches lit up the dark curtain as if they were about to challenge the dark moon Nurin-Ace above the sky, and the dim flames lit up the altar around it. In front of a circular altar of five ruined stone pillars, a large number of Quaids knelt reverently on the ground in various animal skin coats, allowing the howling north wind to bring a chill like a frozen soul.

Directly in front of the circular altar, a mysterious figure wearing a gray bearskin cloak, with two unidentified horns on its head, and a black bone staff in its hand, was chanting intricate and inaudible spells. To his right, a tall figure raised his short knife and slashed at the throat of a giant snow wolf in front of him who was shivering and had his limbs tied.

The dagger met a slight resistance in front of the thick skin, but it managed to slice open the throat of the giant snow wolf, sending warm blood spurting from the severed veins and pouring over the altar.

When the snowflakes falling from the sky fall above this altar, they are immediately blown to the sides by a mysterious force. Heart-palpitating changes occur when the altar comes into contact with fresh blood. Under the control of a surging force, the blood of the giant snow wolf scattered on the altar immediately began to gather in the middle, and finally slowly merged into the dents carved into the stone slab.

To the left of the mysterious man stood an emaciated figure, who sprinkled a powder with a dim star glow into his blood to prevent it from congealing on the stone slab due to the cold. It took about a dozen breaths for the flowing blood to penetrate all the dents, forming a huge twelve-pointed star circle on the ground.

When the tall warrior who cut the throat of the giant snow wolf saw that the giant ** array began to glow slightly, he immediately knelt on one knee skillfully and respectfully in front of the giant snow wolf's already hard, pale, and completely deactivated body. He dissected the corpse with a short, sharp bone knife, and removed the heart, which was still a little alive, and held it in the hands of the mysterious man, despite the blood dripping from it.

After the trembling heart was taken out of the giant wolf's body, it was frozen by the cold wind in the blink of an eye. But when it is placed in the hands of the mysterious man, the mysterious spell is just done. The dark red heart beat in his hand, and the dark green dry shell gradually spread like moss, as if to hide the powerful vitality that was faintly leaking out.

From the twelve-pointed star circle that had been prepared at the mysterious man's feet, several lines of jumble magic words suddenly poured out from there. They circled around the dark green heart, and after a long time, a symbol outlined by intricate strokes finally separated from the divine text, and quietly flew quickly into the heart, causing it to change into a gray-white dry shell that looked lifeless.

"Berserker!" The figure in the bearskin cloak whispered a prayer as soon as he saw the magic words enter the giant wolf's heart. Then he eagerly took a gray-white bone bowl from the hand of the thin figure on the left. Solemnly and cautiously crushing the gray-white dry shell, the mysterious man poured out a dark green mysterious liquid from it.

After shaking the shriveled heart a few times, and making sure that nothing was missed, the mysterious person handed the gray-white dry shell to the figure on the left, and then turned to the Quaid who was kneeling on the ground and shouted, "The great 'Fury' Hirag has sent down his own oracle, and every child who participates in the trial will be blessed by him!"

The dark red light of the torch shone on the mysterious man's body, causing his body to strangely shift between light and darkness.

But no one was afraid or frightened by the Quaid under the altar, and when they heard the words of the mysterious man, they immediately raised their arms and howled feverishly, ignoring the cold wind and ice, and then crossed their arms in front of their chests, and bent down so that their foreheads touched the ground, as if only in this way they could express their excitement about the success of the sacrifice.

When the mysterious man's black bone staff was raised again, all the Quaids stopped cheering. Under the guidance of several figures in dark robes, one by one sturdy figures stood up from the crowd. With their hands crossed in front of their chests, they walked to the altar with their heads bowed, revealing their young but strong faces in the dim light of the fire. When no one walked around, the tall warrior who had killed the giant snow wolf before walked up to the mysterious man and whispered, "Master Wizard, all the young people have arrived." ”

The mysterious wizard immediately bowed slightly, and then said in his low and strange tone, "My brave children, your coming-of-age ceremony today. In honor of the immortal gods, you are going to hunt the fiercest prey, as a proof of bravery and in response to the gods' grace, the great mad god Shirag has bestowed the frost bear crest on behalf of the immortal gods!"

The young warriors, affected by the fanaticism, immediately let out a beastly roar, their strong right hand beating a drum against their chests as hard as granite.

Seeing that the Black Moon had tilted far west, and the light of the Eye of the Divine Radiance of the Sun Estel --- was already flickering in the east, the wizard immediately began to paint each Quaid warrior who participated in the trial with their crest, given to them by the mad god Hirag. Figures dressed in various animal skin cloaks, after hearing their names, walked up and knelt respectfully in front of the wizard, and took off the hat from their cloaks, revealing their smooth temples and long golden or fiery red braids held behind their backs.

The sorcerer used his jet-black nails that smelled of bitter herbs to expertly slice through the temples of the trialists, leaving a dark blue tribal pattern on them that represented their identity. "Thorne's grandson, Riga. "Just as the scorching sun Estel was about to rise to reveal its boundless light, the tall warrior pronounced the name of the last person to participate in the trial.

Standing out of the crowd was a warrior who was over seven feet tall, and if it weren't for the fact that everyone in the tribe was familiar with it, the mysterious wizard might have thought that this guy was an adult warrior. After all, compared to the peers next to him who were only about six feet five inches tall, this guy was obviously much taller. Even with the thick, bloated fur worn over his body, those around him could feel the massive, wild power within his body.

"Wizard-sama. The warrior respectfully walked up to the mysterious man, fell to one knee on the soft snow, and then gently removed the hat from his cloak with both hands, revealing his smooth temples and a thick golden braid that reached down to the shoulder.

"May Hirag bless you, big Rriga. The wizard looked at the marble-hard curves of his face in the glittering sunlight, scraped his fingernails heavily into the bony container, and then quickly drew a curved pattern on Riga's forehead that resembled a bear. "Grace endures!" Riga saluted the wizard respectfully with his young face unable to hide the frenzy, and then returned to the crowd with his head held high proudly, showing off his crest.

Just as Riga was returning to the crowd to speak, a twitch suddenly tore everything in front of him, shattering the scene in his memory like a fragile snowflake. The instinct that had saved him more than once resurfaced, interrupting his memories of the previous experiences in his sleep. Before his eyes were fully opened, the hunter grabbed his right hand and raised the mace in his arms, which he held in front of him.

When the crisp sound of metal crashing came, Riga came to her senses with the sound and the force that had been transmitted. Leaning on the dim light emanating from the fire that had not yet been completely extinguished, Riga saw the figure of the attacker. It turned out to be a Quaid, two smooth, sharp metal scimitars held in the stranger's hands, so that Riga couldn't figure out for a moment whether it was an enemy or a friend.

"The response is quite responsive. Without waiting for Riga to ask her curiosity, the Quaid warrior first explained in her crisp voice, "It seems that the night of the ice field is not your enemy. With that, the warrior first put away his scimitar, and then walked to the fire with the dexterity of a tanuki. "You don't mind if I sit in front of the fire for a while. ”

The strange warrior took a thick piece of fur from his back and placed it on the snow, then sat down cross-legged and gently shook the snowflakes that had accumulated on his cloak. Riga keenly saw a few strands of flaming flame-like long red hair peeking mischievously out of the cracks in the gray cloak. Sensing Rigana's verifying gaze, the warrior hesitated for a moment, then reached out his right hand and took off the cap of his cloak. The first thing that came out was a pair of curved eyebrows, under which were a pair of large watery blue eyes, and fiery red hair curls hung down on her delicate and spicy face, giving her a wild surname in the midst of dignified beauty.

This semi-enclosed cave was only found by Riga after trekking through more than three hourglasses in the snow. It opens to the south, so that the snowflakes that fall from the sky are blown away by the north wind, and basically do not fall on Rigga's body. And because the ground at the entrance of the cave was covered with hay that would make it easy to start a fire, the hunter easily lit a fire, padded a few pieces of fur under his buttocks, and quickly fell asleep wrapped in his cloak. The Quaid also picked up some snow ape droppings from the side of the snow ape cave to drive away the beasts that were active all day on the ice field, but he did not expect to meet his own people here.

Hidden in the cloak by the female warrior was a complete set of snow-white leather armor, which Riga recognized at a casual glance as fine leather armor made of snow bear skin. If it was him in the past, the hunter might not be able to cut through this leather armor easily. Riga's eyes then wandered over the leather armor, and he soon noticed that the beautiful leather armor had several ugly scars on it, as well as a few pieces of dirt that had not been wiped clean. The scar on her chest, in particular, allowed Riga to faintly see the burlap shirt worn by the female warrior, the curved arc that almost made the hunter drool out.

"She's such a stunner that even a god can't give up!" Riga swallowed quietly, praising loudly in her heart.