At the front of the convoy, in front of a vandalized fur shop.

Scattered furs were scattered to the ground, many of them burned and torn to pieces, and an elderly woman was sitting on the ground, clinging to an ancient totemic sculpture and muttering prayers.

Her robes were covered in footprints and filth, apparently she had just been punched and kicked, and beside her, several young men and girls in traditional northern animal skin robes stood.

They held the old woman in the center, glaring at another group of teenagers dressed in the style of Eunet.

The other group of teenagers is much larger.

They were holding in their arms some high-quality furs that had obviously been stolen from the store, and they were clustered around a young man from the North who was dressed in the aristocratic costume of Eunet and suspected to be an aristocrat, looking triumphantly at the mess of the shop and the several young girls who were guarding the old woman.

"Gunnar, I repeat, return the goods you stole, compensate for the loss of the store, and apologize to Grandma Sdala!"

In front of the young girl, a young girl holding a short sword and dressed as a pirate from the north protected the old woman, looking at the triumphant aristocratic young man, and said coldly.

The aristocratic young man laughed, glanced at the short sword in the girl's hand with disdain, and said:

"Astrid, don't think that you have a brave father, so I won't dare to do anything to you."

As he spoke, he saluted in the direction of Winterhold Castle in the distance, and said proudly:

"His Majesty has decreed that all the people who live in Wintercastle must abandon those ignorant beliefs and convert to the great creator god!"

"Those infidels who are obstinate and unwilling to convert will not be protected by Wintercastle and will be forcibly expelled!"

As he spoke, he glanced at the totem sculpture in the old lady's hand and sneered:

"This old fellow is still unwilling to give up that illusory hypocrisy, and we ...... It was only in response to the call of His Majesty the Grand Duke to expel these obstinate infidels. ”

"Shit! The Grand Duke's orders are only for the transcendental, you bastards just take a fancy to the furs and robbers in the shop! ”

"Ungrateful fellows, have you forgotten who sold furs and delivered supplies to you for the Linhai tribe in Wintercastle in the first place!"

The girl said angrily.

Listening to the girl's scolding, the expression of the young man in the north dressed as a nobleman was a little uncomfortable.

However, he glanced at the onlookers who were gathering more and more, and soon became strong again, and said proudly:

"Of course I remember the help of Stella Fur Shop, but that's all in the past, and in the face of the right faith, it's not worth mentioning."

As he spoke, the boy looked at the girl and chuckled:

"But you, Astrid, I have heard that your father has decided to accept His Majesty's terms, what are you doing now for the infidels?"

"Could it be...... Are you still obsessed with believing in your ridiculous savior? ”

"Hahaha......"

Listening to the taunts of the aristocratic boys, the boys from the north who were gathered around let out a burst of laughter.

"You...... Bastard! ”

The girl was furious, she raised her dagger and rushed towards the noble boy with a brisk stride.

The surrounding teenagers were slightly stunned, and hurriedly shouted:

"Stop her! Protect Master Gunnard! ”

However, the maiden moves faster.

I saw her shouting, and the source power in her body surged, kicking the young men who rushed up one after another, straight to the noble boys.

Obviously, although there were more people on the side of the aristocratic boys, none of them were the opponents of the maidens.

"The Transcendent! She...... She's transcendent! ”

Feeling the power of the girl's body, the teenagers who were kicked into the air let out a burst of exclamations.

Looking at the girl who rushed towards him, the noble young man named Gunnar snorted coldly, and also drew the northern short sword under his robe, and fought with the girl named Astrid.

"Bump!"

"Boom!"

The two fought back and forth.

Astrid didn't take a step back.

Gunar, on the other hand, took three or four steps back before stopping.

A bloodstain gradually appeared on the young man's face, and Gunnar raised his hand to wipe the blood on his face, and his expression suddenly became gloomy.

"Gunar, this is the price you pay for abandoning your glory, your current strength can't even beat me as a girl who hasn't yet entered the ranks!"

Astrid taunted as he pointed his dagger at Gunnar.

Gunar's face became even more gloomy.

He narrowed his eyes, and the aura on his body gradually became dangerous.

However, at this time, a rough rebuke came from not far away:

"What are you little devils doing? In front of the distinguished guests, don't disperse quickly! ”

Hearing the scolding, the eyes of the boys and girls turned to each other, and soon they saw the angry Isaac cavalry, and the gloomy Marquis Frankimir behind the cavalry.

"What happened?"

Marquis Frankimir's gaze swept the shops on the side, and then swept the boys and girls facing each other, and asked.

Gounardon recognized the identity of the Marquis Frankimir.

I saw him put down his short sword, saluted respectfully, and said:

"Lord Marquis, I am Gunnar, the son of the Great Chief of the Linhai Tribe, this group of heretics of the Free Tribal Alliance is obsessed with wanting to shelter the heretics in the city, and they have a conflict with us......"

"Shit! It's clear that you're robbing the store and bullying the civilians! ”

Astrid said angrily.

Marquis Frankimir looked at the maiden, and then at the boy.

His gaze wandered between the shop and the old woman, and he quickly realized what was happening.

A hesitation flashed between his expressions, but he quickly calmed down and said coldly:

"I don't care what happened to you before, now I'll all go back to your respective tribe station! Castre's guests in person, are you trying to make our northern jokes happen! ”

Listening to the words of the Marquis Frankimir, the boy respectfully agreed, and then threw a defiant smile at the girl.

Astrid was even angrier.

The Marquis Frankimir seemed to reprimand both sides, but what he actually did was to pull the strings.

"What? Do you have any grievances? ”

Marquis Frankimir glanced at the stubborn girl and said coldly.

Astrid's lips pursed even tighter.

She glanced at the banners of the Castells family and the Divine Court fluttering at the back of the line, and then at the mocking young man in front of her, her fists clenched slightly.

Then, in a series of exclamations, she suddenly slashed her palm with her short sword, and at the same time tore off a corner of her robe, stained it with blood and threw it in front of the young man:

"Gunnar of the Limhi Tribe, I, Astrid of the Alliance of Free Tribes, in the name of the glory of the North, challenge you with honor!"

Seeing this scene, Marquis Frankimir was immediately furious:

"Bastard! Astrid! Do you think I won't dare to imprison you? Guardsman! Take her down for me and put this heretic in a cell in the castle!" ”

Listening to the order of the Marquis Frankimir, the guards were about to act, but a gentle voice suddenly sounded from behind them:

"Your Excellency Marquis, please wait a moment."

Hearing this voice, Marquis Frankimir's anger suddenly subsided, he turned around and looked at Sebas, who had already walked over, with a somewhat embarrassed expression:

"Sorry...... Sir Sebas, our children in the north are a little unruly and make you laugh. ”

"It's okay, it's okay, in fact, I really appreciate your country's warlike folk customs."

Sebas waved his hand, then looked at the confronting boy and girl with interest.

Especially young girls.

At the first glance at the girl, he almost recognized the other person's appearance.

It was one of those lost believers who had conjured up when His Majesty had given the oracle, and it was also the being who ordered him to come into contact.

This world is really small, and he was thinking about how to skillfully use the resources of the nobles of the north to find a target, but he didn't expect to bump into it shortly after entering Winterhold.

Thinking of this, Sebas's eyes looked at the shop and the old woman not far away.

His gaze paused on the totemic sculpture in the old woman's arms.

The totem sculpture was very familiar to him, mainly because it was too similar to the holy emblem under the crown of the True Ancestor, and it looked like a half-wiped thorn rose.

Sebas almost immediately realized.

The lost believers that His Majesty asked him to find may be these people.

And the reason why these people are lost is probably because they have long lost the true emblem in the long history and cannot establish contact with the gods.

His gaze wandered over the crowd, and finally stopped at the girl.

The girl looked stubborn and stared at him at the same time.

Sebas can clearly sense the strength of the girl.

The girl's strength is not bad, it looks like she is no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, but she is only one step away from the advancement, and it may only take one opportunity to advance, which is already quite a good potential stock at this age.

Of course, it can't be compared with the true ancestor's crown.

And the character is a little too reckless and impulsive.

Not only that, but the other party's eyes looking at him were not quite right.

Sebas was able to see the emotions in the girl's gaze.

Anger, hostility, vigilance......

Anyway, it's all negative, not a single positive.

Sebas touched his nose and could roughly guess why.

I'm afraid that he is regarded as a "lackey" of the Holy Court.

He wasn't angry at all.

On the contrary, there was some joy.

Obviously, many of these lost believers in the Northland still have strong faith, and all they need is to reconnect with His Majesty the True Ancestor.

Thinking of this, Sebas retracted his gaze, looked at the Marquis Frankimir, and said with a smile:

"Your Excellency Marquis, just ...... That's a Northern Honor Challenge similar to the Knights of the Unette Duel, right? ”

Marquis Frankimir nodded subconsciously, then hesitated for a moment, and shook his head again:

"It's just child's nonsense."

"Hehe, Your Excellency Marquis, I look at this girl's expression, but it seems to be serious, as far as I know, the Northern Honor Challenge is a battle in which the Northern warrior gambles all glory, and since she has made a choice, regardless of age and gender, I think it must also be respected."

Sebas said.

After saying that, he looked at Astrid, and in the other party's wary and surprised gaze, he asked gently:

"You...... It's called Astrid, right? What are you gambling with him for the Northern Honor Challenge? ”

Astrid looked at the ugly Gunnar and said:

"If I win, I want him to apologize to Grandma Stella and compensate the store for all the damages!"

"That'...... What if you lose? ”

Sebas asked again.

The girl said:

"If I lose, I won't continue to dwell on it."

Sebas nodded, then looked at Marquis Frankimir:

"Your Excellency the Marquis, you see ......"

The Marquis of Frankimir saw Sebas's interest.

He hesitated, looked at Gunnar, and said:

"Gunnar, are you willing to take on her challenge?"

Goonard's expression was gloomy.

Refusing to challenge honor is a coward in the North, and he has no choice.

He glanced at the girl coldly and said:

"I do, but ...... I'm going to change the bet, and if I win, I want her to be my slave girl! ”

Listening to Gunnar's words, Astrid's companions immediately glared at him, but were stopped by the maiden.

"Yes, but I also have to change the conditions, if I win, you will also be my slave!"

Astrid said calmly.

"Gunnar! Astrid! Don't go too far, you two! ”

Marquis Frankimir said angrily.

"Lord Marquis, it doesn't matter, since it was their decision, then I think their choice should be respected."

Sebas said with a smile.

Marquis Frankimir hesitated.

He knew that the two little bastards in front of him were the heirs of the chiefs of the big tribes, and if they really made them slaves of the other party, he was afraid that there would be a series of troubles in the future.

However, just as he hesitated to stop it, his expression suddenly moved slightly, and he looked in the direction of the castle.

His ears moved slightly, the hesitation on his face instantly dissipated, he looked at the two of them again, and said:

"Well, since you insist, then take on the challenge, according to the old rules, until one side is out of the challenge or can no longer stand up."

With Marquis Frankimir's orders, the crowd quickly moved out of the way, making way for Astrid and Gunnar to challenge the honor.

The Isaac cavalry drew a circle around the two, and as the crowd watched, the two confronted each other and raised their short swords in their hands.

Then, with a loud shout, Astrid rushed towards the boy.

"Bang!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The two fought together in an instant.

Although they are not very old, the strength of both sides is at the top level among their peers, and they are evenly matched for a while.

Sebasas watched the battle between the two with relish.

Even from his critical point of view, these young girls in the north can be regarded as very strong.

He compared the strength of the two of them to the Demon Hunter Knight of Boulder, hmm...... Much better than those apprentice knights.

But obviously, the girl named Astrid has stronger hard power.

This is not about skill, but about extraordinary power.

After a few rounds of fighting, Gunnar's speed slowed down significantly, and he began to be beaten by Astrid under pressure.

Astrid's companions cheered, but there was silence on Gunnar's side.

But......

Is that really the case?

Sebas's gaze looked meaningfully at the teenager who was getting closer and closer to the border.

Blessed by the power of the Blood Family, under the gaze of his scarlet eyes, there was a restless power brewing in Gunar's body.

At the moment when Gunnar was about to get out of the circle, a hint of ferocity flashed on his face, and he let out an angry shout.

The light blue light gushed out of his body, and in the exclamation of everyone, I saw his breath soar, and he slapped the attacking girl to the ground with his backhand.

"Boom ——!"

With a loud roar, Astrid slammed directly into the ground, and couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing the pale blue power, Sebas's face was stunned, and then he looked at the Marquis Frankimir on the side:

"Your Excellency Marquis, if I am not mistaken, this must be some kind of totemic power, right?"

"Hehe, it seems...... The boy didn't really convert to God, as he said! ”

Seeing the pale blue brilliance, Marquis Frankimir's expression suddenly became ugly.

He snorted coldly, and was about to open his mouth to stop the challenge, but was stopped by Sebas:

"Your Excellency Marquis, don't be impatient, I see that this girl hasn't given up yet, as for the power of the totem......"

Sebaston paused, and said with a smile:

"No matter what method he used, before this battle of honor began, we didn't seem to have set them up against the power of 'faith'."

With that, he looked at the challenge field again.

Challenge on the field.

Astrid coughed as she struggled to her feet.

She clenched the short sword in her hand, and looked at the boy with mockery and laughter:

"Gunnar ......"

"Is this your 'conversion'?"