While the Colosseum of Caesarea was still cheering excitedly for the match between Aaron Brennus and the El Knights, another "unique" "competitive game" was in full swing across the wide Valen Lake and on the dusty Arctic Ice Sheet.

It's just that the prizes of this "game" are not gold and honor, but the stakes are the lives of both sides. Thousands of "contestants" screamed and roared for a chance to survive.

Aslum - An ordinary tribe of highlanders, the highlanders living here are naturally advantaged by the dense forests of the tribe, providing them with plenty of prey, a variety of wild fruits and berries, and charcoal to survive the cold winter, and the highlanders here are also famous for having a large number of excellent hunters.

But this original advantage has now become the grave of the Aslum tribe - the demons hidden in the darkness slowly approached the tribe's camp from the forest at night, and the tribe in the center of the forest is now really surrounded, and the vast forest has become the best cover for the enemy.

By the time the inhabitants of the tribe found out, it was too late—countless lighted torches had emerged from the forest, enclosing the camp in the middle like a huge ring of fire, shouting and roaring like wolves hunting at night.

The alarmed tribal warriors and their families immediately gathered at the sound of the great chief's orders, picked up hunting bows, hatchets and throwing spears and waited behind the fence, while the women behind them also took out wooden sticks and rice pots and beat and shouted desperately to boost the morale of their families.

Like all tribes, the Aslum tribe is a house centered around a great chief. The tribe of land enclosed by a wooden fence can provide some security to the inhabitants, although it is rudimentary.

But this sense of security soon disappeared - more and more torches came out of the forest, and the "ring of fire" around it became larger and larger, as if there was no end, and the sparks of the stars were even more than all the people who fell!

It roared and roared like an ancient beast, holding a bright torch aloft, but its body was almost naked, wrapped only in rough animal skins, and its thin but powerful body was painted with strange blue lines. Even the face and limbs were painted. Curled up on his back. With all sorts of weapons in their hands, the pale Aslumians finally knew that they were the Misty Mountain People!

How is this possible? How could these bloodthirsty guys ...... Isn't there always only twenty or thirty of them?!Almost all the Highland warriors immediately had such a question in their hearts, but the fire that almost filled the entire field of vision did not allow them to think about it.

Almost instantly, the roaring Misty Mountain barbarian warriors finally launched a charge towards the surrounded camp from all directions. Bow your back like a hunting wolf. Hang your right hand. The green eyes stared at the "prey" in front of him, and the open teeth were eager to pounce and bite immediately!

The Aslum tribe, known for their hunters, immediately went on the defensive, and one by one the warriors stood on the fence. Desperately shoot a life-threatening arrow at the rushing beast, and a little fire is the best target. The silent arrow feathers in the dark night could not be stopped, and the naked Misty Mountain people had no means of resistance, and with every sound of the bow, a torch would be extinguished. But there are too many enemies in front of them! The death of their companions does not seem to make these bloodthirsty beasts have the slightest emotional fluctuation. The extinguished torches were only a few splashes in the sea, and they were not enough to stop the monstrous waves.

The rudimentary fence didn't hold them back for long, and was soon overwhelmed by the endless howls - the brutes, painted in blue, were so strong that they easily climbed over the fence that was neither high nor low, and leaped down to fight the highlanders who were holding behind.

For the warriors of the Aslum tribe, they are defending their homes and loved ones, fighting bravely and bloodily, and fearing death. But there were too many enemies, and almost every highlander had to fight with four or five Misty Mountain barbarians at the same time, and the seemingly solid defense line was crushed by more and more enemies, and the mournful wails came and went!

More and more enemies rushed into the camp, and the highlanders, who were fighting to the death, had to begin to retreat towards the center of the camp, and the blue beasts did not give them any time at all, and pressed forward step by step. The women, children, and old men who could not keep up with the retreat were immediately overwhelmed by the countless beasts, screaming and turning into a mass of flesh and blood.

The brave and warlike highlanders, however, turned into pigs and sheep driven by hunters in such a night, and little by little they crowded into the longhouse of the great chief in the center of the camp, and the whole tribe set fire to the large and small haystacks. Looking down from the sky, the tribe in the forest has been transformed into a giant torch.

It was clear to everyone that once they retreated to the longhouse, they would be completely cut off. But the result was still the same, and the desire to survive drove the entire tribe into a corner. The old and weak women and children, weeping and wailing, followed the chief and withdrew into the longhouse. The only remaining highlander warriors stood outside the house, waiting for the moment of the last day!

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Spacious large house with only a bonfire burning in the center. During the usual festivities, the entire tribe of people of all sizes would come in around the campfire to enjoy delicious food and dance to celebrate the short summer days of the coming year.

But now this bonfire seems to have become a harbinger of death, and the burning does not feel the slightest warmth, and even makes people feel cold to the bone.

Outside the big house, there was a terrible roar, a bloody roar, the howl of wild beasts, a mournful wail, a cry of dying struggle, a cry of torn flesh and blood...... The fight has not stopped.

In the crowded crowd of people in the big house, there were intermittent cries - the tragic death of loved ones, the slimness of survival, the desperate to extreme fear, the trembling residents, no hope in sight, a bleak and sad atmosphere enveloped the entire room, and some people even began to try to commit suicide.

At the very least, suicide is much better than being chopped up by the brutes of the Misty Mountains, a savage race that still retains the custom of eating the corpses of its enemies. Women, in particular, can't imagine what kind of devilish deeds those guys will do when they rush in!

On the main seat of the hall, an old man with gray hair sat without fear, his leather robe had become tattered like rags, two hideous blood marks on his chest and shoulders, and his old and loose body was full of wounds, large and small—but only his back, there were no scars.

The long-handled axe, which was still dripping blood, was held in the old man's hand, and he looked at the door without saying a word, as if waiting. Beside him sat a red-haired maiden—not pretty, but full of youthful air, with a close-fitting leather coat that showed off the proud curves of her body to the fullest, and in her hands held two short spears, the sharp tips of which showed that they were made of the finest forged steel—needless to say, such weapons had been bought from merchants in the south. In the impoverished Arctic Ice Field, such a weapon is enough to exchange for twenty good wolf skins!

"Are you afraid, child?" the old man's voice was so low that even his lips barely fluttered, and only the girl beside him could hear his voice.

“.................. Don't be afraid!" the girl almost tried her best to suppress the fear in her heart, and stubbornly bit her lip, and the word popped out from between her teeth.

"How can you not be afraid? These monsters who believe in demons, bloodthirsty wolves. The old man's voice was soft, but it was very calm: "I...... I'm scared too. ”

"Father?" the red-haired girl looked at the old man in astonishment, she almost thought she had misheard—this old man who had fought wolves in the great forest was afraid of death?

"I'm scared, but...... It doesn't mean that I will be willing to die, I will be willing to ...... Watching his daughter be defiled and turned into a shredded corpse in a soup pot. The old man's voice barely had any waves, and it was extremely stable: "None of the people in this room will survive." ”

"However, I won't let them go so smoothly...... We are highlanders, and even if the highlanders die, they will let the enemy die with us. The old man's gaze burned with fire: "I will show them what is the anger and determination of the highlanders!"

At this moment, the shouting and killing outside the door finally stopped, and the crying in the big house stopped abruptly, falling into a deathly silence. All eyes were on the door—that gaze, one of despair.

"Highlanders, stand up for me!" the old man cried out to the people on both sides of the house, "to-day, we are doomed not to see the rising sun tomorrow." But they don't think about it! We are highlanders, and the highlanders will never be slaughtered by anyone! Take up your weapons, light the torches in your hands, and we will die with them!"

The inhabitants of "Ha ——!!!!" were demoralized, and they stood up one after another, rushed to the back of the gate and waited, staring with resolute gaze - it was a look of death!

With a roar, the door shattered. Screaming old men, women and children, and even half-grown children rushed towards the barbarians of the Misty Mountains who poured in with hatred.

The red-haired girl just wanted to rush forward, but was grabbed by the arm of the old man behind her, and stared at her with an undoubted gaze: "There is a tunnel behind the house, which can lead directly to the outside of the camp, go quickly!"

With that, throwing down the bewildered girl, the sturdy old man brandished his sharp battle axe and rushed towards the enemy outside the gate, leaving her with only a dark back and a low roar.

"Die——!!!!" (To be continued......