The sky is clear, the sky is full of sun, the majestic snow-capped mountains seem to become a picture scroll in the distant sky, the earth below is a clear boundary of white and green separation, the vast and lush dark green grassland is like a huge blanket stretching the sky, and the wind is full of the fragrance of grass and earth, as if entering another world in an instant.

Perhaps it was finally favored by Campas, and the next few days of the journey without Xia Zuo and the two of them returned to the land of Campas safely without encountering the slightest danger.

"Lao Tzu is finally back, Brigitte Sterling, you just wait to bow down to Lao Tzu!" Achill excitedly picked up a handful of grass from the ground and threw it in the wind.

Whistling excitedly, Achill asked intoxicated about the unique smell of the Campas grassland, and laughed arrogantly, "Hey brother, this is my territory, I have notified my family, and someone will come to greet us soon, and when we return home, you will know how much influence the handsome and powerful Young Master Archer has in Campas!"

The sound of heavy footsteps "dong dong dong", like rolling thunder from the sky, as if a group of behemoths were galloping rapidly, even if they were far from leaking, the heavy footsteps made the vast grassland tremble.

"Hey, it's coming so soon!" said Achill, looking strangely at the horizon where the green grasslands of the south met the blue sky.

Soon a dense group of black dots appeared from the distant horizon and approached the two of them at a rapid pace.

"Are you sure they're here to pick you up?" said Natsuzo, pouting as he looked at the smug smile that had stiffened on Achill's face. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he held back a smile.

A group of fifty people, each of whom was a warrior with a majestic body, even if it was still far away in the sky, the unrivaled majesty of not being angry and arrogant filled the air, and continued to magnify as the knights approached.

Like the Berserk Bear, the Orc Rider must tame his mount in person to be recognized, riding tall beast mounts under his crotch, each four meters tall and at least twelve meters long. A murderous and domineering aura. It's definitely a silver-level beast, and there is no doubt about it.

Especially when you ride first, you are not angry and self-imposing, and you are a huge fierce beast with white hair and black lines. It is six meters high. Almost on par with the Ice Bear Guarded by the Berserker Ancestral Spirit.

Strengthens the body all over. The muscles were like steel, and the powerful and strong limbs were galloping on the grassland, and the entire ground that was trampled by the huge force constantly began to shake violently. The wind was blowing, blowing the majestic and gorgeous reddish-brown fur, and if the Rhine would keep the war tiger in captivity as a mount, this group of knights might have come to meet Archer and Xia Zuo.

But looking at Achill's increasingly ugly face, the identity of these knights riding tall tigers was obvious.

"Brigitte, damn it! What the hell, how could you bastard be here!" Archier's face became more and more difficult as the fifty tall war tigers quickly moved from far to near in the midst of a loud noise.

"My dearest Achill has come alive from the hands of those madmen in the polar ice fields, and as your friend, of course I have to come here to greet me as a sign of my joy!"

As Akir spoke, the fifty huge war tigers had quickly moved from far to near, and the white tiger knight in the lead restrained the war tiger, and his neutral voice was full of magnetism, and his tone was definitely not friendly.

Xia Zuo naturally understood this point, if he played such a huge gamble with others, and the other party was about to win, his tone would definitely be even worse, but when the knight on the back of the white tiger took off his helmet, Xia Zuo was suddenly stunned by a scene that he had never imagined.

Archer had used many words to describe the heir of the Stirling family, who dared to sit down with him and gamble so much today.

Insidious, mean, greedy, lustful, shameless, and obscene, the endless vocabulary that shocked Xia Zuo, an earthling, made Xia Zuo always curious about what kind of existence he could compare with Archil, the strange Campas.

The facial features are delicate, although the face is slightly soft, but it has its own heroic spirit that is not angry and self-righteous, the white hair is tied in a ponytail at the back of the head, and the snow-white skin has a faint pattern unique to the Tiger family, leaking a burst of wild and strange beauty.

The jujube kernel-like eyes are clear and bright, the corners of the eyes are raised, the long eyelashes are also snow-white, and in the pale golden pupils, a pair of sapphire-like narrow slit pupils shrink slightly, shooting a piece of mockery and sneer at Achill.

Although he was tall, even taller than Xia Zuo, but under the snow-white armor, there was a sturdy bumpy body, which was perfect and did not look bloated at all, and this Brigitte Sterling was completely ten women.

Thinking of the bastards that Achill often complained about gambling with him, often snatching his prey, Xia Zuo's mouth couldn't help but hook up a smile, the Campas Empire seemed to be much more interesting than he imagined!

Brigitte smiled and swept Achill up and down, and then looked Xia Zuo up and down slightly, the blue pupils shrank imperceptibly for a moment, but it was only for a moment, a bright smile rose on his face, and he turned over and leaped down from the back of the war tiger.

"You really got a Berserker's Ancestral Spirit Hallow?, did those madmen suddenly change their minds?" Brigitte looked up and down the giant axe behind Archier's back in surprise, and said enthusiastically as if she had not seen an old friend for many years, "I heard that this kind of thing is extremely heavy, you have been carrying it for so long, why don't you hand it over to me to help you carry it!"

Extremely forbidden to move, Brigitte, who had a bright smile on her beautiful face, suddenly burst out of her domineering aura, and the wind that suddenly rose on her body was really like a giant tiger descending from the mountain, roaring angrily, and her figure flashed straight to the giant axe behind Achill to snatch it.

"Touch" Archer was angry and dense at the same time, and as soon as he came up, he shot with all his strength without reservation, and in the deafening air explosion, the fierce wind swept in all directions, fortunately, all the characters present were incomparable, and the strength of the bone-scraping steel knife was only blowing the hair of the people.

Kicking and staring fists collided, the ground under the feet of the two exploded and shattered, but fortunately, the wanton strength and the surrounding people resisted, without causing a wide range of damage, the two figures of gold and white shook at the same time, and then they all strode backwards.

Archer took eight steps back, while Brigitte took eight and a half steps back.

Don't underestimate this half-step, the strength between the two is high, maybe Brigitte's strength was slightly higher than Achill's before, but after the refinement of Amethyst's powerful life breath, Achill's strength is not as exaggerated as Xia Zuo's doubling, but it has also gained a lot of improvement.

The ugly look on Achille's face suddenly disappeared, his mouth was cracked, he laughed very proudly, and he laughed brightly, with his hands behind his back, and looked at Brigitte with slanted eyes and triumphantly, "As a warrior of Campas! Have you forgotten your oath before the god of war?

"Hmph!!!It seems that you have gained something in the polar ice field too!" The stunned look on Brigitte's face quickly disappeared, and turned into an equally bright smile, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Of course I remember the oath in front of the God of War, but our agreement is that you will take the ancestral spirit holy weapon of the berserker clan and return to Lionheart City to win, even if you do your best, it will take three days to travel from here to Lionheart City, so I have not violated my oath at all, let alone tarnished my honor!"

Brigitte really opened the eyes of Xia Zo, no wonder Archer was so angry with her, and even had the upper hand several times in previous battles, from now on, whether it is strength or shamelessness, the heir of the Sterling family with unique preferences is above Archer's wonder.

Achill's face instantly became gloomy, and his gloomy eyes almost spewed fire, staring directly at Brigitte, and said lightly, "You want to snatch the Ancestral Spirit Sacred Weapon from my hand, unless you step over my corpse!"

"Why should I seize a useless broken axe!" Brigitte smiled contemptuously, shrugged her shoulders and said disdainfully, "There are still ten days that are the three-month period we agreed, and I will accompany you here to blow the cold wind for ten days, and then I will be the one who wins!"

Achill pursed his lips and looked at the forty-nine Silver Tiger Knights behind Brigitte, these are the elites trained by the Stirling family, and they can even be said to be the reserves of the Imperial Tiger Roar Legion, each of them is the elite of the Silver Fighters, and secretly swept Xia Zuo, who was old and comfortable beside him, and Achill couldn't help but feel a little worried in his heart.

The more familiar he is with Xia Zuo, the less he knows the power on Xia Zuo's body, but judging from the current situation, it is difficult for the two of them to rush out from here.

"Brigitte, aren't you challenging Lao Tzu to boast of his bravery, I'll give you a chance to challenge me, and have the ability to fight with me or my brother!" frowning slightly, Archielton said arrogantly, the blow that had the upper hand just now gave him confidence that he had been suppressed by Brigitte in strength for a long time, but at the same time, he was careful to include Xia Zuo in it.

"Okay! have guts!" Brigitte smiled brightly, her ruddy mouth pursed, and that beautiful smile reminded Xia Zuo of one of her equally beautiful and intelligent allies, "It's up to you to choose either alone or in a group! Heads-up, I'll let the two of you go up together and challenge all of us! Group pick, of course, we all challenge the two of you!"

With a bright smile on his face, he covered his mouth at the sluggish Achill and smiled very happily, "This is the most common method used by the heroic Young Master Achill! It's a pity that this time, there are not enough guards behind you!" (To be continued......)