In retrospect, the people of Bourkeso were indeed moving towards a great world, as the Immortal King had constructed in the first place. Although the environment is harsh, a heart is incomparably pure and beautiful, and all Bourkeso people have the same pure sky in their hearts - the sky that is like the great place of Avalon.

The blood of the Immortal King gives the pure power and true feelings of the inexhaustible seekers of the children and grandchildren, on which the Valkyries guide the lost children with the spirit of the Heroic Spirits representing the ancestors, and the spirits of wind, water, earth, and fire are maintained from the evil spirits.

However...... Now everything has changed.

The impulse kept pounding on the flesh, and even the limbs pulsated. You can almost feel the power and not the blood dominating the whole body, so sweet, so wonderful - this is the perfect power!

The heavy blade is used as a light feather in the hands of a powerful warrior. With a swing of the sword, it slashed at the huge body of a mammoth, and the sword sliced off the mammoth's thick elephant legs and forelimbs like cutting tofu. Completely ignoring the mammoth's dying counterattack, and the massive body that fell with the roar of pain.

The six or seven-meter-tall mammoth man waved the huge tree trunk in his hand, and rushed forward one after another, in a vain attempt to smash the "little" Yasen in front of him, who was only two meters tall. However, it was all in vain, and the three mammoths besieging Yasin found that the power contained in their huge bodies was really inferior to that of a small human in front of them.

Yasin took a step back, wielding two swords in his hand, swords piercing through the body of a mammoth. He even slashed through the other party's body and into the hard ground. Leaping back, he took a step back and pulled out two two-handed greatswords. Gasping for frenzied breath, there was a war roar. Yasin continued to slaughter the creatures in front of him--Furious and bloody, Yasin frantically swept away every living animal he could see! When he calmed down, the group of mammoths who could not talk and had no wisdom had all fallen in the ice and snow. A sharp pain came slowly, and Yasin looked down - his chest and thighs were bleeding, and the calmness of the blood after the killing slowed his movements. It was also a little difficult to lift the two two-handed greatswords.

Result...... Why is it like this?

Falling heavily to the ground, whether it was an ordinary mammoth six or seven meters tall, or a juvenile mammoth three or four meters tall who lived in a nest. None of them seemed to have escaped the self that had just been close to madness—the ridiculous, violent self.

"My ancestors...... What exactly did I choose?"

Even though the north wind blew like a knife through his bleeding wounds, his hot body still struggled to cool down. Surprised to find out what he had done, Yasin threw away the weapon he had never left in battle. pondered painfully......

It seems that every qiē is the fault of that "demon"!

That's right, I remembered it! That disgusting demon, I should have remembered it, it seemed that the breath on the other party's body was familiar but indescribable. The demon appeared to be a traveling merchant who had been rescued by himself to return to his tribe, and in gratitude he had promised to give himself a power-boosting potion.

Yasin didn't care what the potion was at first, until a child from a tribe took the potion and knocked down an adult warrior. This incredible action is commendable, and the traveler's superb acting skills make everyone trust him. Though...... This strange potion is called Demon's Blood or Hell's Blood.

"We Hell Roar Clan have never been afraid of hell and demons, I just want to see what this so-called demon blood and hell blood can do! Even if I die, I won't lose anything to the tribe!"

Then the whole tribe drank the demon's blood, and did not resist the temptation of great power, or rather, the comparison of power that never disappeared among the Burkeso. Yes, the tribe is never stingy with the help of others, and it is never pretentious with the friendship of siblings......! This tribe will never be able to escape the fate of the warriors: the worship of force and the heart of comparison with force.

The Hellroar clan that had taken the demon's blood didn't seem to react much at first.

But...... The traveler seduced and deceived the souls of all.

That's right, it's deception. The traveler promised that there would be no side effects, but in fact the side effects were huge! The entire tribe became bloodthirsty and furious, and finally they were told that this power came from a demon lord in hell, a demon lord in the abyss, and that if they wanted to gain more power, they must submit to this master in the void.

-- At that time, it was already like taking drugs, and the people of Bourkeso, who had been constantly demanding themselves and training themselves for strength, were all frantically pursuing new power at that moment. Now, the glory of the direct descendants of the Immortal King has been lost, and the entire tribe has begun to succumb to the domination of a demon.

"Elementals, Ancestors, Valkyries, Great Immortal Kings, what have we done!" Calm down, Yasin almost cried bitterly, as the leader of the tribe, he almost couldn't help but fall into the abyss of self-blame: "The glory of the Hellroar Clan for three thousand years has been destroyed in my hands!

However, in front of Yasen, who was crying like thunder, a pair of horses' hooves appeared.

Yasin looked up in surprise, and he found the ...... in front of him It's a ...... on a heavenly horse Valkyrie?!

The tribe hadn't seen a Valkyrie for hundreds of years, and even the older shamans couldn't describe what Valkyrie looked like. But the one in front of her is definitely the legendary Valkyrie - riding a white Pegasus with swan wings on her back, wearing a beautiful cuirass, an exposed helmet with swan feathers, a weapon and a skirt, and a horn on the back of the horse that can inspire the gods.

I saw the other party jump off the horse and walk gently in front of him.

"Very well, although you have lost the glory of a warrior, I hear your voice wanting to redeem yourself. Your shameful defeat will eventually be repaid, and you can no longer fight for glory - but you can fight for atonement. Now you head to the south and get ready to meet the people who can really save the Bulkeso clans!"