The Troublesome Hero Among the Heroes

The cold north wind keeps blowing, the thick black fog that represents death.

Litmanen stood at one end of the gorge, staring at the black fog in front of him getting closer.

In the black fog, there are alive skeletons, including wolves, bears, deer, foxes, and even Litmanin's father-in-law and mother-in-law.

These skeletons have white light in their eye sockets that are colder than the ice on the top of the mountain, quietly moved towards the other side of the canyon.

Litmanen tightened the leather rope wrapped around his hand to make sure that the hammer would not get out of his hands in the next battle, and then he squeezed the shield tightly and asked his partner to help tie it up.

He still remembers that day, he and a dozen of his friends braved the bitter cold and took the deep-sea electric eel meat that the adult gave to the tribes, and brought everyone to the Holy City to live. information.

However, when they came to the tribe of Litmaning's father-in-law's mother-in-law's home in the south, they saw countless devil beast skeletons alive on the top of the mountain and attacked the tribe.

The next scene made them cold sweats. Pale flames emerged from the dead and those who were dying. The flames burned all the flesh and blood, and then one after another skeletons fell from the ground. I stood up and joined the ranks of those devil beast skeletons.

Litmanen could only watch as her mother-in-law, who could kill a wolf with her bare hands in the past, was knocked down by a group of skeleton wolves. After a burst of white flame, her skeleton stood up from the ground, and then turned away. Back home.

After a while, he seemed to hear the screams of his wife and brother.

Many years ago, Litmanin and the others lived in the vicinity before the chief took the position of the warchief and moved to Holy City. Many people have relatives in this tribe.

Knowing that the situation is serious, Litmanen endured grief and brought this incident to all tribes with his partners.

At this time, there were already seven or eight tribes encountered unexpectedly in the south, and some tribes were under siege.

An unwinn or death war is unfolding in this cold snow forest.

Fortunately, Litmaning and the others reported in time, otherwise the two or three hundred thousand people of the hundreds of tribes scattered on the vast land will be defeated separately in this winter, and finally gathered into a dead soul Army.

The only good news is that now everyone can go to the Holy City to take refuge, relying on the city wall and several canyons outside the Holy City to resist the enemy.

After this period of battle, the warriors in the snow forest have summed up a lot of experience.

Avalanches can't stop them, fire can be, but large-scale arson cannot be used this season.

The devil beast that everyone usually tamed is useless to these skeletons, it will only enhance their power.

These skeletons can only be destroyed by smashing their skulls, otherwise they cannot be destroyed even if they are smashed elsewhere.

The black mist is getting closer and closer, Litmanen squeezed the hammer in his hand, turned his head and looked at the surrounding companions, everyone was ready.

The task of dozens of them is to defend this gorge and buy time for the dozen or so tribes who retreated to Holy City behind them.

I don’t know who started it, Litmanen and the others sang a song belonging to the warrior:

Our blow is heavy and powerful

Our anger Can’t calm down

We don’t have mercy and hometown

Our happiness is to fight first

We have a firm will in our hearts

Through our cry

Break their chains

We will never stop fighting

Before the Kvin people are free

We will never stop fighting

Before the Kvin people are free

We will never lower our heads

Our hunters are determined

Although we have experienced countless sufferings

But we still have sacred thoughts

We will rise like ice bears

Forced to enjoy the fate of war

One story will be born in this land

Continuous growth, progress, until victory

The spirit of the hunting soldiers can’t make them succumb with martial power

Under the ground far away from the sky

The Hunter’s Ice Bear Flag

Waving in their strong arms

In the thunderous and roaring battlefield上

Towards the Sun rising coast

……

As the majestic singing sounded, the Battle Mark on the warriors’ skin lit up, This light flowed through the palm of the hand onto the weapon.

Litmanen felt the familiar power welling out of his body, his breathing became more and more rapid, his mouth wide open.

At the last moment, he closed his mouth and stopped breathing.

The hard gravel in the canyon turned into a powder under his feet. The tremendous power made Litmanen and his comrades rush towards the enemy at a speed of only five seconds from a hundred meters.

Among the dead, a tall female skeleton carried a giant sword in the hands of Litmanin's betrothal gift when he got his wife.

The undead waved the giant sword in his hand, but failed to wave it down.

Litmanen increased his speed to the extreme. The hammer in his hand exceeded the speed of sound and instantly smashed the mother-in-law’s skull into a ball of powder.

His brother-in-law is thirteen or four years old this year. He is a promising child. In the past, his biggest dream was to use his brother-in-law as the betrothal giant sword. He might grow into a tribe in the future. The most powerful warrior.

At the next moment, Litmanin shot his wife and brother flying with the shield in his hand, and all the bones above the collarbone were shattered.

"bang!"

Litmanin, whose vision and hearing were affected by the black fog, blasted the hammer in his hand to the right according to the warrior's intuition.

He is familiar with the huge power from the long sword opposite. His father-in-law is the most powerful warrior in the tribe. On the day when he proposed to his wife's family to marry him, they fought in the square all night.

The weapon in Litmanin's hand is protected by magic, and there is no problem. But his father-in-law didn't have the unique Battle Mark magic bonus, and the weapon in his hand was instantly shattered.

The hammer was smashed out from top to bottom, and the skull, cervical vertebrae, vertebrae, ribs, pelvis... Litmanen smashed his father-in-law to pieces.

A similar scene was repeated around, many of the enemies in front of the warrior at this moment were their relatives and friends.

Too late to be sad, the warriors of Xuelin keep on moving forward.

There are more and more devil beasts ahead.

These warriors are elite men selected from several tribes, dealing with devil beasts and naturally nothing difficult, even if these devil beasts have become dead.

battle skill Skilled warriors swept across the dead at extremely fast speeds, leaving a piece of ground covered with fragments of white bones.

Litmanen felt a little relieved seeing these dead spirits about to be killed.

"bang bang bang!"

No one could have imagined that the bones on the ground and the Death Spirit Skull in front of them suddenly exploded violently at the same time.

The huge shock wave threw these burly warriors up and smashed them fiercely on the ground.

The cold air was inhaled into the lungs, and the cold was accompanied by tingling.

Litmanen remembered that when he was sixteen, he was slapped by an ice bear and broke his rib. That was how it felt at that time.

He thought of his pregnant wife in Holy City. If she hadn't driven away the ice bear with a lit javelin that day, she would have already turned into bear dung.

He also thought that soon after winter passed, his wife would give birth to a son or a daughter, and when the time comes, he should grow a beard.

The cold wind of whistled past made him a little awake.

"Hypia...Jahobi...Pirinen..."

Litmanin, who was lying on the ground unable to move even a little bit, cried out with difficulty Companion’s name, but only a few people responded to him.

After ten breaths, Litmanen slowed down and sat up with difficulty.

The leather armor on his body is mostly broken, and the shield in his hand is only 1/4/2021. The hammer is still there, but his left leg is twisted into a weird shape.

In the depths of the canyon, a black fog appeared again, which was thicker than before.

Litmanen struggled to get up on his right leg.

Not far from him, the white flames on several of his comrades had just extinguished. These Death Spirit Skulls who stood up pointed their weapons at the one who was still fighting side by side just now, and was seriously wounding lying on the ground. Comrades in arms.

A little bit of snowflakes drifted down, and Litmanen smiled on his face.

Stories in the tribe often say that when the heroes die in battle, the snow is the carpet for the gods to greet their souls to the Divine Flower Gardens.

Litma stood quietly, accumulating his last strength, ready to strike a fatal blow to the skeleton walking towards him.

Suddenly, a piece of red light illuminates the entire canyon, and even the snowflakes in the sky are reflected in red.

Before he turned his head, a wall of fire a few meters high quickly rushed from behind, and then enveloped him in.

Looking at the flames beside him, Litmanen thought he was going to burn to death here today.

"That's fine too." He said to himself in the heart, "At least you don't have to become that damn skeleton to kill your own relatives."

It’s just that the idea just fell. He came out from the other side of the wall of fire. The wall of fire did not stop, and continued to move forward, instantly burning the few people who had become or were becoming living skeletons to ashes.

Immediately afterwards, he heard the shout of the adult: "Quick! Save the wounded!"