There was an unexpectedly fiery atmosphere in the camp on a cold night. Between the wooden huts and the low, dry-walled mud huts, several bonfires burned brightly, with soup pots and barbecue grills on top, and the heat and aroma rose with the heat of the flames, and the smell of inferior shochu and other strange smells mixed in to create a special atmosphere.

Crowds of warriors gathered around the campfire, clad in animal skins and armor, and drank soup in iron helmets, and slashed and stuffed roasted meat dripping with oil droplets into their mouths with short swords. Many were visibly drunk, pushing each other, and sometimes bursting into laughter. Most of them were unshaven and dusty, but their eyes sparkled with a striking light. Despite the camp meeting, no one's weapons were more than two feet away, and the tomahawks, spears, and swords seemed to be colored with blood in the campfire.

A desolate, muffled song echoed around the largest campfire, and the sound of clapping echoed all around. The language of the song was the language of the Northlanders, and Hyde could not understand it, but the melody was magical, and it made one feel a tremor in one's heart, as if one were in the midst of the ice and the sea.

"Whose singing tastes like that? I'm so fascinated! I've brought good wine, please try it." ”

Catherine flicked her crimson ponytail, deftly opened the jar in her arms, letting the smell of wine shine through, and then walked merrily to the soldiers around the campfire. Her voice was so sweet that the warriors gathered around the campfire quickly turned their heads, and after a brief silence, many cheered, some whistled, and the sudden appearance of the beautiful maiden made the warriors very excited.

"Thank you for the wine, but who are you?

A tall figure stood up and thanked Catherine in an accented lingua franca while waving at Hyde. As he stood up, the noisy crowd suddenly fell silent, leaving only the whirring of the wind. At that moment, Hyde felt a power, a great power, as if he saw the form of a giant wolf looming behind the man, but when he looked closely, it all suddenly disappeared again.

"She is Princess Catherine from the Principality of Tubaro in the Southern Tyrir Federation, and I am her cousin Hyde. Today, His Excellency appointed me as the captain of the Fourth Death Brigade, and we will be comrades-in-arms from now on, and I have brought some good wine, and we can have a drink. ”

Hyde smiled and tossed the vodka barrel under his armpit into the air. He sensed that this man was the leader of the Corrections, and the young Divine Servant wanted to test his strength. For a split second, Hyde felt a kind of pressure, which was rare.

"Two nobles!

The crowd around the campfire suddenly boiled, and the noise rose like a cloud of smoke. Many stood up, drew their weapons, and brandished them maliciously. The sound of swords clattering and muffled curses came and went, and Hyde could see countless eyes with hatred and resentment towards them, and a fierce killing intent spread in the night sky. This meeting made Catherine uneasy, and she subconsciously took two steps back.

"Be quiet!"

A deep voice rang out, as if by magic, bringing the noisy crowd back to calm in an instant. The owner of this voice was none other than the tall leader, who easily caught the barrel thrown by Hyde with one hand, pressed the cork with his fingers, and took two sips directly at the mouth of the barrel, and then stopped the commotion of the punitive soldiers with an unquestionable courage.

"Very good wine, interesting people. You are a nobleman, why did you come here? Don't you hate the lowly sinners? Don't you fear our ferocity? But thank you for the wine anyway. ”

The leader stood by a beating campfire, his voice tinged with a rare pride and peculiar charm. The leader was half a head taller than Hyde, as strong as a giant bear, and the flames of the campfire made his face clear. His face was not vicious, but surprisingly handsome, with a rough flavor in between, like an unpolished granite carving.

His long black hair was simply tied to his forehead with a leather rope, and under his firm thick eyebrows were a pair of slender and deep eyes, blue like a waterhole that would not be waved for a thousand years. His chin was smooth and beardless, which was completely different from the bearded sinners around him, and at the same time added to his wild and majestic beauty. In this cold winter night, he bare his chest as if he could not feel the temperature, and he wore only a gray-white wolfskin cloak, which was bound to his strong, sculpture-like chest with bronze chains, and the bulging pectoral muscles were full of criss-crossing scars, like manly medals.

"Ahh

Catherine regained her charms, her beautiful dark eyes smiling like a crescent. The unruly princess, dressed in a black and white lace maid outfit, boldly ran close to the black-haired chieftain, and handed over the wine with a smile, her plump chest throbbing up and down as she ran, like two cute rabbits.

"Thank you, Miss, for your kindness, but I can't accept your wine. The warriors here are my brothers, they are not vicious and bad, even if they are grass mustard, they have their dignity, and I cannot accept that you call them that before me. ”

The black-haired leader's answer was unexpected, and he bowed lightly to Catherine, then gently pushed away the barrel that Catherine had handed over. There was a melancholy tinge in his deep voice, and the moment the two faced each other, Catherine's eyes met his.

"Ah...... Ahh

The red-haired girl froze as if by magic, and for five or six seconds, she opened her mouth wide and couldn't make any sound, and then she screamed violently, and her whole face turned red and ran away.

"I can't imagine meeting someone as elegant as you here, it seems that rumors are just rumors. Well, I hope we can have a good time working together on the battlefield in the near future. But you haven't told me your name yet, and I'm desperate to know. ”

Hyde smiled and held out his hand to the dark-haired leader. Deep down, he admired this samurai who was neither humble nor arrogant. Of course, you also need to test his strength first.

"My name is Tenan Scythia, and I am a believer in the great god of war, Yurik. It is the first time I have encountered such a special nobleman as you and your sister, but I only obey those who deserve my obedience. ”

The black-haired samurai named Tenan replied to Hyde in a solemn voice, his hand gripping Hyde's hand like a steel pincer. Hyde also exerted his strength at the same moment, and the joints of the two could be heard clucking.

"His power is beyond my imagination!"

Hyde's eyebrows furrowed slightly, but he immediately regained his composure, silently using his strength in his hands. The young god, who had always been very confident in his divine powers, now felt that he had encountered a difficult opponent to deal with. So the two hands clenched each other like steel clips, a silent contest of will and strength.

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