The Temple of Legacy is a very special location.

It will look for qualified people in the vicinity who can accept the inheritance, and send down divine powers for them in advance.

This descending divine power may manifest itself in the special constitution of the qualified person.

And those who are qualified in the Far North, only these barbarians can obtain the approval of the Inheritance Temple.

Only those who are qualified can awaken the temple.

Victor had expected to have to search several tribes in a row to find such a qualified person, but he was lucky.

The only one who survived was a barbarian boy who appeared to be only a teenager.

His red hair grew only slightly, his limbs were exceptionally strong from living in extreme conditions all year round, and he was dressed in a wide white spotted animal skin.

The fur garments were also charred and blackened by the terrible flames.

But his body was intact despite the fact that he was under such flames.

This is the embodiment of his divine power, not afraid of high temperatures.

In the game, that translates to immunity to fire damage.

The barbarian boy looked at the indifferent Victor, and shouted and danced as he screamed, looking very excited.

Seeing that Victor didn't move, the young man knelt directly in front of Victor, knocked for a long time, and finally crawled there motionless.

It seems that Victor is seen as a god representing the flames.

Victor just watched all its movements coldly:

"Barbarians without a civilized mind, with what little power they have received from outside, are wreckless on the borders of a great empire."

He turned his head to look at the nearby pole, where all sorts of flesh were hanging, and vaguely, Victor seemed to see some indescribable flesh as well.

On it, there seems to be some clothing that has been frozen and stiffened.

Seeing this, Victor was disgusted to the point of disgust.

He longed to resurrect these dead barbarians and re-crush them to ashes a thousand times.

"You know what, Vega."

"That's why, except for Gwen, I hate all the knights in the North."

Including Angus.

He prides himself on justice, but his heart is full of only the inheritance of the goddess of justice.

It wasn't until the legacy was finally attributed to Gwen that even the goddess of justice felt that Angus's actions had become paranoid to the point of sin.

So, Gwen killed him.

And not just because Angus intended to unite the North against Aurelian's rule.

All the more because Angus is already a sin.

Even if he didn't do anything.

But this is the north, and there are barbarians called 'Evil Beasts' on the border.

His inaction is already a great sin.

Victor didn't care if Vega would respond to him, he just looked at the barbarian kneeling at his feet in disgust, and the giant hand of lava suddenly grew behind him.

In an instant, the barbarian boy in front of him was grabbed by him and held in the lava giant hand.

The giant hand contracted violently, eager to crumple his body into a pulp.

In the endless roar of wind and snow, fierce screams and the sound of bones shattering can be clearly heard even from a hundred meters away from the tribe.

Until he could pinch the barbarian boy in his hand to death, he stopped the contraction of his giant hand, and no longer cared about the poor worm that was dying in his hand.

As long as he still breathes, Victor won't pay any more attention to him.

There is still a long way to go from the Inheritance Temple.

He carried the brute with him, and continued to walk in the wind and snow by himself, allowing the ruins of the tribe behind him to burn with fierce flames.

.......

On a snowy field, a faint snow floats in the air, like broken flowers.

The gray-haired old man stood in the middle, his white hair and white eyebrows that brought him closer to the snow.

He was dressed in a white fluffy coat, showing a bit of indifference as the snowflakes fell on it.

He was surrounded by dozens of very athletic barbarians.

The barbarians were all armed with weapons, and the sharp points of the weapons burned with red flames.

They tore at their voices and swung their weapons at the old man.

The old man watched several barbarians attack towards him, and he did not show any panic.

Instead, he slowly raised his arms and interacted with his fingers in the air, drawing white and blue lines in the air.

The slight cold ice slowly began to condense on his gloves.

An extremely long ice battle axe suddenly appeared on the old man's right hand, swinging the long battle axe with the speed of an afterimage, killing several strong barbarians who rushed towards him with one blow.

Looking at the blood-spattered barbarian limbs, the old man just shook off the residual blood on the ice battle axe, and looked at the barbarians who trembled and took a few steps back, but laughed out loud.

"Go on, come again."

As if defiant, he hooked his finger at the remaining barbarians.

Those barbarians looked at each other, neither advancing nor retreating.

They hadn't come here to trouble the old man.

Instead, they were surrounded by this old man.

Many barbarians have seen his appearance, and naturally know who he is.

Vladimir Lebedev.

The strongest fourth-order magician in the north is known as the [Confessional Supreme of Extreme Ice].

These barbarians were here to fight the autumn wind to see if there was anything nearby that could be snatched, and if there were any creatures that could be used as food for them in the future.

But I didn't expect to meet this barbarian's nightmare here.

But retreating without a fight is not the style of those barbarians, and although one of their kind is killed, they still believe that they can defeat the demon that has plagued their barbarians for a long time.

The barbarians roared to the heavens, as if they were praying for strength, and no one could understand the cranks.

As if after the pre-prayer was completed, the barbarians began to swing their flaming weapons and began to whirl around Vladimir, getting closer and closer.

"I can't understand what bird language I speak!"

He laughed, then his eyebrows sank, and a frosty aura began to spread.

As a sorcerer, Vladimir is more accustomed to relying on magic to assist his body in combat.

A barbarian armed with a flaming spear stabbed Vladimir in the back of the head.

Vladimir retreated behind him, his palms filled with hand armor made of ice, and he gripped the fragile spear tightly.

The ice gradually flowed slowly towards the burning body of the spear as the tip of the spear gradually flowed.

The barbarian jerked back, only to find that the spear seemed to be stuck and couldn't move, so it simply abandoned the spear and rushed towards Vladimir with its muscular body.

Soon, the old man swung the icy spear and threw it behind him, and the high-speed ice spear pierced the head of a barbarian with a double knife prepared not far away.

When he looked back, the barbarian who pounced on him had already appeared less than ten meters in front of him.

With a flick of his right leg, the icy footsteps had already smashed the barbarian's head.

The blue glove on Vladimir's right hand lit up slightly, and an ice dagger appeared in the palm of his hand, stabbing it into the body of the barbarian whose head exploded, and threw it into a red-haired barbarian with a battle axe not far away.

The corpse collided with the body, and the huge impact suddenly pierced the entire snowfield, tearing a deep gully fiercely.

The barbarian fell down the valley with the corpse.

Touching his glove, Vladimir slowly slipped on a cigar.

The magic attributes of the magician are basically single.

However, for a magician with great physical strength, a single spell is also an extremely powerful help.

Picking up an unlit cigar, he slowly walked behind him towards a back-stepping barbarian.

Maybe it's because of the terror caused by his momentum.

The barbarian even forgot the hammer in his hand and stood there in a daze.

Vladimir stepped under his feet and quickly appeared in front of the barbarian.

The force was very ingenious, and the tremendous strength only made the barbarian internal organs feel an incomparable tremor, and it jerked back a few steps and fell off the cliff.

At the last second, the barbarian clasped the snowy ground with his huge hand, trying to climb up and face the enemy again.

Vladimir leisurely walked to the cliff, looked at the cold ice surging under the cliff, and smiled.

"Hmm!"

He crouched, his gloves resting on the dangling barbarian's arm, unleashing an icy spell that froze the barbarian to the brink.

After doing all this, he ignored the barbarian's screams and groped his pockets.

But he showed a surprised expression.

"Tsk, it's broken, I forgot to bring flint."

As an ice magician, he naturally wouldn't use the fire elemental magic that these birdmen played.

As if thinking of something, Vladimir lowered his head and raised an eyebrow at the barbarian.

The poor barbarian didn't understand what Vladimir meant, until he saw that the old man was about to untie his belt, and his face changed suddenly.

Hurriedly stretched out his other hand that was not frozen, waved it in the air, and muttered a word output.

Although Vladimir could not understand the language of the barbarians, he understood that the barbarians must be scolding him at this moment.

A burst of fire erupted from the barbarian's hand, and the old man laughed and took two steps back.

The high flame ignites the cigar just right, giving off a strong tobacco flavor.

He took a sharp puff and spat out two smoke rings.

"Hiss~huh, haha!"

"I love to fight with you [Flaming Sword] people, the fire is good."

"Energetic!"

He laughed heartily and crouched down, the ice axe condensed on his gloves again.

Cut off the man's palm, and watched as the barbarian fell weakly.

The ice ocean stirred up waves several meters high, until under the ice ocean, a black shadow slowly appeared, engulfing the corpse.

There was a faint glow of blood.

Vladimir stood up, cigar in his mouth, puddles of red dripping behind him.

He spat out the smoke ring and shouted to the sky.

"Look at you're scared like that, come out."

A very young-looking man ran out from behind the frozen tree, his face full of sadness.

He came to Vladimir's side, looked at the tragic corpses around him, and couldn't help but feel a little disgusted.

"Will ...... Checkmate. ”

Vladimir turned around and asked as he walked.

"Tell me, what's the moth out of those B knights?"

The deputy next to him hurriedly took a wanted warrant and handed it to Vladimir.

He took the cigar in his mouth, took it, and glanced at it casually.

There is also the person's face on it.

"Yesterday, they issued a wanted warrant, and now it is estimated that it has spread throughout the North."

"Those knights, I hope our 'Pale Wizard Society' can help arrest this man."

Vladimir took a sharp puff on his cigar and the smoke came out in pause.

"Hey, this kid is a little familiar, what's his name, Victor?"

"His name is known to everyone in the royal capital, and his name has influenced the north, but ......"

In addition to smoking cigars and dancing every day, the old man fights and kills the barbarians.

Where will pay attention to these things.

But there was one thing Dick knew perfectly.

The old man will definitely not help those knights, because ......

"Roar, he's a mage?"

"Tell those knights, the mages are here in Lao Tzu, and they are all unimpeded."

He laughed three times, as if thinking of something, and then turned to look at Dick.

"What has happened to this man, and deserves their arrest?"

"Uh......"

Dick was slightly embarrassed, but said anyway.

"Victor, he crippled Angus and his son."

"So, they insisted on finding Victor and asking for an explanation......"

Vladimir was silent for a while, and then instructed:

"Let the group of boys down there look for this guy and try to find him."

"And then ......"

"Son, I have to have a drink with this guy! Hahahaha! ”

He patted Dick on the shoulder, so hard that Dick coughed.

"General, General...... Don't shoot yet, cough, one more thing. ”

"Oh?"

Vladimir came to his senses, somewhat curious.

"Your duke's friend in the royal capital, his daughter has arrived."