Lord of the North

However, apart from the mammoth, the savages did not find any other animals on the ice field that would go north in winter. Most of them would find a place to hide at this time to avoid the cold wind.

But it is also this feature of the mammoth that brought a huge amount of food to the nearby barbarian tribes, and the former Blackstone tribe will also come out to take a share during this time.

"Lord Beowulf, with so many of us, there is no place to hide our tracks nearby. I'm afraid those barbarians will bypass us."

An officer came to Beowulf's side with some worry, and spoke out about his problem.

Although this batch of food will bring them a huge source of food, those barbarians are not fools. With such an army blocking here, how could they foolishly bump into them.

"Bypass us?"

Beowulf smiled slightly, and said indifferently: "The terrain around here is open, although they can see us at a glance, but we can also see them, do you think the barbarians returning with a full load can outrun our army? "

He intends to directly defeat this barbarian hunting team by defeating the Blackstone tribe. Those conspiracies and tricks are as fragile as a thin piece of paper in front of this group of well-equipped steel troops.

Hey! ! !

Suddenly there was a sharp eagle cry from the distant sky, and the falconer who was guarding Beowulf ran over immediately: "My lord, those barbarians have been found."

This was their signal. As long as the group of barbarians from the Tomahawk tribe were found, the scouting falconers would release their blue eagles to alert the rear troops.

"Order, the whole army speeds up."

Beowulf's face brightened, and he ordered loudly.

Soon his instructions were passed down layer by layer, and the army of thousands began to move slowly.

On the other side, in the hunting team of the Tomahawk tribe composed of more than 300 barbarians, they used simple sled carts to pull the carcasses of dozens of huge mammoths back. food security.

After they go back, they are made into dried meat, and with the temperature on the ice sheet, these meats can be preserved for a long time.

A tall barbarian in the team stopped after hearing the eagle's cry, and the smile on his face gradually faded.

He frowned and looked up at the blue eagle hovering in the distant sky, instinctively feeling something was wrong.

"Feng, tell the clansmen behind to stop first."

He told a young savage behind him, "Go!"

"yes."

The barbarian named Feng looked at him suspiciously, turned around and conveyed his words without saying a last word.

Soon the team stopped, but many clansmen felt a little dissatisfied, because they were about to return to the tribe, and they didn't know why he stopped suddenly to waste time.

"Hyena, is something going on in front of you?"

After a while, another barbarian trotted over. He frowned tightly and asked doubtfully, he shouldn't be that kind of unstable person.

"has a problem."

Lie pointed to the blue eagle that was getting closer and closer to them in the sky. He didn't explain too much, but it was able to wake up his people.

Because the eagles on the ice field are much larger than this one, they have never seen a blue eagle on the ice field.

"Feng, take a few clansmen to look ahead!"

The barbarian narrowed his eyes and observed the blue eagle for a while, then suddenly turned his head and shouted at the barbarian just now.

If there is any problem, don't you know if you send a few people to have a look? It's not an option to wait here all the time.

After he finished saying this, Hyena kicked away the snow under his feet, put his ears on the ground and listened quietly, seeing this scene, the surrounding barbarians were silent.

Suddenly Li's expression changed drastically, and he stood up abruptly and shouted at the soldiers behind him: "Tomahawk tribe! Pick up your own weapons! There are enemies!!"

boom!

His voice was like dropping a red-hot soldering iron in cold water,

The team boiled instantly, and all the clansmen took out their weapons and looked around vigilantly.

"Hyena, what's wrong?"

the savage asked nervously.

"Footsteps, a large number of enemies!" Hyena looked serious, holding his weapon tightly.

Finally, before the barbarian continued to inquire, a row of tiny black spots gradually appeared on the distant ice field, and then more and more black spots appeared.

The bright armor reflected the sun, and the army of the outpost camp finally entered the sight of these barbarians.

"We...are in trouble..."

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"Who are you?"

After all, the spear in the hands of the magic swordsman still did not pierce. He looked vigilantly at the uninvited visitor standing not far away, and instinctively told him that this person was very dangerous.

He was afraid that if he killed Robbins himself, he would be caught and attacked, and it would be very troublesome for him to be attacked by the enemy.

"An unknown little man, a knight under the Marquis of Jason, Lancelot, who is your Excellency?"

Lancelot glanced at the two corpses in the distance. They were all one-hit kills. It seemed that the strength of this man wrapped in black armor should not be underestimated.

"Jason..."

The magic swordsman whispered, isn't this the goal of his trip? It caused him to be entangled all the way by the Holy See's hounds.

"I don't have a name, you can call me Magic Swordsman."

He pondered for a while and raised his head to respond to Lancelot with his hoarse and gloomy voice, and finally said indifferently: "It's still... the one who killed you."

"Human? Hahaha? Are you still human?"

At this time, Robbins, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly raised his head, and laughed in a disdainful tone. These words deeply angered the magic swordsman.

He looked at Robbins with gloomy eyes, and said in an extremely cold voice, "The bugs of the Holy See should all be damned!"

This sentence made Lancelot, who hadn't planned to step forward, take action immediately. The Holy See's reputation is not very good, but it has no conflict of interest with Jason now.

There is even a common enemy, the dark blue cross.

"You! Are you also a lackey of the Holy See!?"

A gust of sword wind hit, and the magic swordsman couldn't care less about killing Robbins. He kicked Robbins away with blood in his eyes, and held Arondette with his backhand, roaring hoarsely.

"You talk too much."

Lancelot sneered, and the black mist wrapped around Arondette burst violently, shaking the magic swordsman away, and immediately distanced himself from him.

"The lackeys of the Holy See must die."

The magic swordsman stood where he was, with black energy rising from his body, like a ghost returning from the death of Styx.

"Unreasonable."

Lancelot felt his somewhat paralyzed hands. This guy is not easy to deal with.