In the howling north wind, Rhodes held a thunder battle axe in his hand, and approached the tribal chief who fell to the ground step by step.

The roars of the surrounding tribal warriors could be heard, and they wanted to rush up and hack the outsider to death, but they couldn't. Champion duels, this is a tribal tradition. The winner is king, and the loser is the loser, a tradition that has lasted for thousands of years. No one is above this law.

Everyone could only watch as this southerner approached the big tribal chief little by little.

Valamir recovered from the excruciating pain, and he felt a burst of electricity burn all over his body, and his arms and thighs were a blur of flesh and scorched black, except for his body protected by the breastplate.

Finally, before the challenger rushed forward, he stood up. However, before he could stand firm, Rhodes threw another punch, knocking the invincible chief to the ground again. Without the blessing of Chaos, there was no northern warrior to be his opponent. After all, ordinary people simply cannot withstand the blow of lightning. It can't withstand the power of a bear god.

The White Bear Lord stepped on the tribal chief's chest with one foot, and without a word of pretentious nonsense, Rhodes held the battle axe in his hand and slashed at the chief's neck in full view.

In an instant, the Great Chief's neck was cut in two, and the living head rolled to the side, and scarlet blood gushed out from the broken neck, spraying for a while before becoming a flow. In an instant, there was silence all around, according to the tradition of the tribe, the person who defeated the big chief would become the new leader of the clan, but that was the situation when the challenge was within the tribe, and the person in front of him was obviously not from the tribe, he was an outsider, and it seemed that he was still Lady Keighrie. Let a Southerner rule the tribe? This is unacceptable to anyone.

Rhodes, too, had no interest in being a tribal chieftain, and he half-crouched in front of the corpse, looking at the armor that had been worn over Valamir. What kind of force allowed it to withstand the blow of a storm and lightning?Driven by curiosity, Rhodes reached out and touched the bone-like armor. In an instant, a familiar power poured into his body, as if in the dark, this was his own armor. He heard the whispers of the bear god Urson, heard the howling of the northland winds, and at the same time, some vague but familiar images flashed before his eyes. It was killing and bloodshed, chaos going south, rivers of blood flowing from the north......

"Wear it ......"

By divine spurt, Rhodes stripped the cuirass from the tribal leader Valamir and put it on himself. For a moment, he seemed to hear thousands of war bears roaring and roaring. It's as if, they're in the body, it's as if they're in this armor, it's their blood and bones that make this armor.

Rod seems to have seen the casting process of this armor...... It was the armor that belonged to the bear god Ersun.

The uncontrollable force made Rhodes raise his head to the sky and roar, and the roar resounded through the heavens and the earth, and also woke up the group of Norscan warriors. Removing armor from the dead is a great disrespect to the dead in their traditions.

"Kill him!"

"The chieftain does not belong to him!"

Only someone in the crowd was heard shouting.

Looking around, countless fierce Norscans raised their axes and swords, and pounced on Rhodes and his party again like a tide.

In desperation, Caroline raised her staff high into the sky, and the frost magic gathered at her fingertips, forming a steady stream of cold air, and the bitter cold of the Northland strengthened the power of the Frost Witch, and the moment the Norsca Marauders pounced, the Frost Ring spread out from around the witch, instantly freezing more than two dozen Norscan warriors into ice sculptures.

The crowd brandished their weapons and fought with the Gnoscan warriors who were approaching again...... Odd books

With a roar of rage, Rhodes split his battle axe in two, throwing one of the tomahawks out, and the Mithril battle axe surged with electricity, flying around the Thor warriors, chopping the Gnoscan infantry in a circle around Rhodes into pulp......

At the same time, Rod, who had the Ersun armor, plunged headlong into the crowd with a tomahawk in his hand. I had to do it, not for Kislev, not for the North, but for the people who followed me, and importantly, Caroline was among them. I have to protect her.

The sky in the Northland was blank, snowflakes were flying, and in the misty snow, giant bears roared, and lightning danced through the crowd, tearing apart the approaching tribal warriors.

With a swing of his axe, Rhodes cut off the head of one of the Norscan infantrymen, and the other axe was smashed out, slashing through the shoulders of the other Norscan infantrymen, and the soldier fell down screaming, while Rhodes just made a retraction and the tomahawk roared back into his hands again. Then another axe slashed the soldier's sword on the left and plunged it straight into his chest, near his heart. When I pulled it out again, blood splattered......

Blizzard dyed her hair white, and blood stained it red, curling her messy hair into scabs of bright red......

A tribal hunter threw a spear at Rhodes, who was fighting in the chaos, but the sharp spear was bounced off the moment it hit the armor. The armor that was originally worn on their chief was so strong that even lightning could not pierce it, and naturally it was not afraid of any ordinary attack.

Under the bloody fighting, there were already as many as two or three hundred tribal warriors who fell around the squad, however, this was far from enough. Looking around, there was still a dense crowd of people, crowded, and the sound of killing shook the sky. Obviously, the Norscans, who had absolute superiority in numbers, were not going to give up.

In times of crisis, Rhodes thought of the Book of Ten Thousand Beasts on his waist. A few weeks ago, I relied on it to get out of the endless mountains. And now, I need it again......

Summons Beasts...... Rhodes hadn't tried, but Yeskovich had already taught himself the ability to control the beast.

"Grondi, help me resist and protect me for two minutes!"

In the midst of the chaos, Rhodes yelled for the dwarven warriors to come and help him. He needed time, a little bit of time, to go through the ancient book and read the ancient language in it.

Grondi the Iron Crusher quickly trotted to Rhodes' side with a suit of heavy armor, forming a makeshift line of defense with Bear Knight Sibes, protecting Rhodes who was standing in the middle.

On the bloody battlefield, Rhodes stuck his tomahawk in the snow and opened the thick ancient book. In the past half a month, countless times of flipping through the pages that made Rhodes familiar with finding the page that summoned the beasts.

According to the ancient language of Ersun, the text above was recited, and it was not a spell, but a divine art. Moreover, unlike mages who use the wind of magic to cast spells, summoning the herd requires an absolute leader and the consent of the herd, which is a process of communication, a process of pleading. Implore all beasts to join the battlefield and support their lords.

When the ancient language is recalled, Rhodes seems to be in a world of souls, and everything around him becomes blurred and illusory. The fierce tribal warriors gradually turned into illusory and vague shadows, and he could hear the sound of weapons striking, but compared to the roar of the beasts, the sound of those iron weapons striking.

A long sword nearly slashed him in the back, however, Rhodes didn't react, he was attentive and engrossed, communicating with the spirit of all beasts.

In the world of souls, it seemed that a long time had passed, however, in the real world, it was only a few minutes, and when Rhodes recovered from the illusory soul realm, he saw that Grondi's body was already covered with the blood of the enemy, and Sibez's left arm had been torn open a large gap, and blood was oozing from his bulging muscles.

However, the herd has arrived. The earth began to tremble, the heavens and the earth were blank, and everyone turned to look at the bleak snowfield, where a large storm of snow and mist was rising......