With a roar of rage, Rhodes stuck his tomahawk on the ground and duel the opposing lord in standard northern tribal language.

The cold wind is howling and the snow is falling......

In the crowd, a figure gradually walked out. He was much taller and stronger than the clan warrior next to him, wearing heavy armor, and a huge bearskin cloak hung over his shoulders, naturally hanging behind him. From his armless armour, he could see that his muscles were as strong as the limestone of Troll Mountain. Obviously, this is the head of the clan.

Rod noticed that the armor worn by this big leader was not ordinary armor, its style was very strange, as if it was regrouped by grinding countless white bones, and the whole armor was snow-white, looking from a distance, it looked like a piece of silver bright armor. It can almost reflect the sun's rays.

As soon as the tribal leader appeared, all the Norsca warriors consciously made a way for the leader. They looked at their leaders as if they were gods. Through the shouts of the tribal warriors, Rhodes could vaguely hear the name of the chieftain of the tribe, his name was Valamir, and the vast Norsca clan was called the Aceling clan.

The chieftain of the tribe and the most powerful warrior of the tribe, Valamir stood before Rhodes. They are almost identical in height and physique. After the fight just now, Rhodes was already bloodied, and the big chief of the tribe in front of him still had a fair face.

He took off his bearskin cloak and pulled out a massive half-man's height war hammer from behind his back. It was a black-iron warhammer, as black as coal. A dried skull hangs from the tail of the hammer, and the skeleton hits the handle of the hammer as it walks, making a ping-pong sound.

Rod also handed his cloak to Yeskovich. To tell the truth, Rhodes was very tired, coming down from the top of Troll Mountain, and passing through the vast no-man's land, sleeping in the open along the way, and his body was extremely draining. And the group of Norscans on the other side are obviously full of energy and high morale. However, this duel had to be carried out, because the gang behind him relied on themselves to save the life, including his wife Caroline...... Without killing the leader of the opposing party, it is absolutely impossible for them to break through. There may have been tens of thousands of Norscan warriors gathered here. It's a huge clan.

"Father, please give me the strength to overcome this boundless darkness. I dedicate all my devotion to you, and I entrust my life to you......"

The tribal chief stared at Rhodes. And Rhodes prayed in a low voice while the battle had not yet begun.

In a trance, Rod saw the dream again. I saw the bear god roaring in the forest again, and finally tearing off the enemy's armor with his own hands. Perhaps, there is a certain number in the dark? Perhaps, he will encounter a snowstorm and stumble into the territory of the Norscans, which is also the will of the bear god?

While he was thinking about it, the Great Chief of the Tribe, Valamir, attacked. There are not so many pretentious dialogues and invectives, and all the barbarians want to see is bloodshed and fighting. They longed to see the enemy hammered into meat sauce by their own chieftains.

Rod knew that they were so eager to ...... However, he must not fall, even the iron sheet himself has been carried, let alone the chieftain of the Norscans?

The White Bear Lord roared, picked up the Thunder Battle Axe, and fought back.

The Thunder Battle Axe dodged the Black Iron Warhammer, leaving a deep gash in the waist of the Great Chieftain of the Horde. At the same time, as his bodies staggered, Rhodes nimbly dodged Valamir's beastly pounce and jumped to the other end.

They swapped places, and the Great Chief had blood on his waist, which was exactly what the armor didn't protect. Battle

In the first encounter, Caroline's hanging heart relaxed slightly, she was worried that her husband was fighting with a tired body, but now it seems that the other party is not a god of war. Although he is a big chief, there is still a gap in strength compared to that orc.

Rod roamed around the sidelines, observing his opponent's weaknesses while contemplating how to launch his next attack.

Valamir, too, clutched the hammer and had only the opponent in his eyes.

Championship duels are not child's play, and resting until death is its rule. He must defeat this outsider and assert his position as the Great Chief.

Soon, they launched a second round of attacks, the Great Chief of the Tribes charged with a roar, Rhodes also roared and rushed towards his opponents, and the Thunder Battle Axe was raised high, with the powerful power of the Bear God, slashing at the Great Chief of the Tribe. Valamir gripped his hammer and swept in. The two heavy weapons collided violently in the air and slammed into each other with a loud and shocking sound. For a moment, the Great Chief of the Tribe seemed to be intimidated by this force, he had never imagined that a southern human would have such great power. Moreover, this person has obviously been fighting in the wind and snow for so long, covered in blood, he should have exhausted his physical strength. But the truth is that he still has almost infinite power.

The tomahawk was pressed down, Valamir's arms trembled and his whole body trembled, and Rhodes felt a steady stream of primal power pouring into his body, like a rushing river, gushing a thin spring.

The White Bear Lord roared angrily and pushed Valamir away. This was followed by a kick, and the tribal leader was kicked to the ground. As he struggled to his feet, the sharp Mithril battle axe had already slashed from the top of his head.

In desperation, Valamir rolled out of the way, and when he got up, he punched Rhodes in the neck.

Rhodes stumbled backwards, both of them bleeding from their faces. However, just as Valamir grabbed his weapon and was about to smash his opponent's head with a hammer, Rhodes grabbed it with his backhand and gripped the Great Chief's wrist as the rocky head slammed into Valamir's skull.

The tribal chief was knocked unconscious and fell on his back.

Seizing this gap in time, Rod roared and pounced, and the Thunder Battle Axe slashed down mercilessly, however, in an instant of life and death, Valamir rolled his body again, dodging the slash, and at the same time knocked over Rhodes with one punch, grabbed the black iron war hammer again, and pounced on the White Bear Lord.

However, this time, what awaits him is no longer an ordinary human warrior......

I saw that an unnatural dark cloud appeared in the sky above Rod's head, and in the center of the dense dark cloud, there was a strange whirlpool, and muffled thunder sounded from the clouds, and everyone couldn't help but look up at the sky. With a deafening explosion, a thunderbolt of lightning fell straight from the sky, and a second before the tribal chief Varamir rushed up, the battle axe in Rod's hand was surrounded by blue lightning, and in just a moment, the Great Chief felt the call of death.

With all his might, he picked up the hammer and smashed it at the challenger in front of him.

However, in the face of absolute power, he still failed. Erson's Chosen One, Thor God's Chosen One, Rod Lawn, with a single axe, slashed him out......

The Great Chief's seemingly immensparably strong body was blown away, and the war hammer was also knocked away, and his mouth was spitting blood blisters, and his face was contorted from the pain. But he wasn't killed yet. That armor, yes, that mighty armor saved him. so that he will not be pierced by lightning.