Lord of the North

Two days later, Beowulf and several cavalry hurried to a hidden spot near the Tomahawk tribe, quietly observing the movements of the barbarians in the tribe.

But what is strange is that after observing for a long time, they didn't find any old and weak women and children walking in this tribe. Only nearly a thousand young and strong warriors walked back and forth in the tribe with torches and yelled.

After a busy night, they gradually divided into two waves. Among them, a part of the barbarians, about two hundred people, gathered outside the gate of the tribe with various weapons and tools.

The rest climbed up the fortifications of the tribe and began to alert the surrounding environment.

This seems very abnormal.

The barbarians were busy all night, and Beowulf stayed here with the soldiers all night.

The night on the ice sheet was uncomfortable. The cold wind at night blew on the face and it hurt like a knife, so the soldiers who followed him were not in good shape.

"Something is wrong."

Seeing the scene after the barbarians assembled, he frowned and said softly, if they were to go out to invade other tribes, they shouldn't just send so many people.

Because these barbarians held a ritual before the tribe at the end of the assembly, a cruel ritual.

More than a dozen barbarians who looked like captives were bound by ropes and pushed to the front of the tribe to kneel to the ground. A tall barbarian stood in front of them and jumped and jumped, his mouth closed and he didn't know what he was saying. what.

Then he raised his hands and shouted a few words because Beowulf was too far away, but the next scene made him a little frightened.

Several barbarians from the Tomahawk tribe were armed with weapons and cut off the heads of the captives who were tightly bound, and several barbarians filled some crude containers with blood.

Sent in front of the group of barbarian warriors who are about to leave the tribe and don't know what they are going to do, they actually took the container and drank the blood in it in full view!

"this……"

A soldier with iron teeth just saw this scene, and his eyes were full of horror. They were not afraid of battle and death, but the blood after death would be drunk, which was not acceptable to them.

"It's really a wild race, full of wild ugliness."

Beowulf snorted coldly and narrowed his eyes. He was very disgusted with this cruel behavior, which made him think of the two monsters he had killed.

"My lord, they left, shall we follow?"

At this time, the barbarians had finished their **** ritual and were slowly moving north.

"Over there..."

Beowulf frowned and looked north. There should be no other tribes there.

"Five days' walk in that direction, there is a grand canyon, except for that, there is no other special place."

A soldier stepped forward and said softly that these scouts had already remembered the surrounding terrain and special areas clearly, and this was their mission.

"Do you want to follow?" Then he asked again.

"No, back to the camp, let's first ask the group of barbarian slaves in the mine." Beowulf looked at the tribe for a while, then turned his gaze back, turned to leave and said softly.

As long as some food is required, the group of barbarian slaves will vomit everything they know, not to mention that the relationship between this Tomahawk tribe and the Blackrock tribe has not been very harmonious.

It can even be said to be hostile. If it weren't for the mage, maybe the Blackrock tribe would have been annexed or even massacred long ago.

Just looking at the size of the number of people knows that they can't resist the Tomahawk tribe at all. This is not a human society. They are fighting equipment and tactics. The only way for the barbarians to win the war on this harsh ice field is more. Population and fighters.

"Yes, my lord."

The soldier replied respectfully, then turned his head and glanced at the Tomahawk tribe with dots of torches in the distance, then turned and followed Beowulf.

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"It is the demon **** of the storm and the son of the north wind. It lives on the endless sacred mountain in the far north and guards the winter temple there. All the lives that dare to set foot there will become ice sculptures and remain in the forbidden land forever."

Willett took the book of northern myths and legends and read it softly to Jason.

The mainland lingua franca ordered by the Holy See is actually born out of this ancient script. Jason can recognize a few words, but he cannot read it normally.

"This animal has quite a few names."

After hearing it, Jason sneered. This should be the title given to him by the awe of the ancestors. In Jason's view, this is a cruel and cunning beast.

"Is it an Eudemon?"

"This is not very clear, there is no record in the materials."

Willett waved the book in his hand. The biggest feature of Eudemons is that it can become an energy body and disappear or appear instantly, but Babbitt has never shown this behavior~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but no one is sure about it. It's really not an Eudemons.

"Do you have any information in this book that records Rockefeller, the phantom beast in the north?"

Jason nodded when he heard the words, and then asked again.

The giant bear left him a huge gem, and a sentence that made him a little confused, which really made him a little worried.

Because he originally thought that his forces would not be let down when they encountered these legendary behemoths, but the last disaster caused him to change this view. Under the pressure of Rockefeller and Babbitt, he even bothered him. There is no courage to shoot.

My own army and weapons that I think are advanced are of no use at all when facing them, they can only increase casualties.

Lancelot also said afterwards that this behemoth cannot be defeated by the army, and can only send a large number of masters to siege, and the strength of the shots cannot be lower than that of the land knights, otherwise it seems to be in the nature. The feeling under the majesty, they didn't even have the strength to hold the weapon.

"Have."

Willett nodded immediately, quickly turned a few pages, and said: "The ancestors of the Northland called it the son of nature. Rockefeller means hope in the ancient sayings of the Northland. They think Rockefeller is dignified. The God of Winter sent to save them."

"And every time Babbitt appears and causes harm, it will be accompanied by Rockefeller's arrival, and then he will be driven back to the ice sheet."

Speaking of this, Willett stopped, and after thinking for a while, he said: "Rockefeller is like monitoring this behemoth and not letting it cross the ice field."

So...

After hearing this, Jason touched his chin and fell into deep thought. He felt that he wanted to touch some ancient secrets, which was not a good thing.

The more you know, the more you think and the more tired you live.