A roasted golden deer was quickly eaten, and all three of them lay down on their skins and closed their eyes to sleep, with Ares standing guard at the door as usual. From time to time, the biting cold wind blew through the trees, making a whining sound that sounded like someone was crying in a low voice, making people feel uncomfortable.

The orc warriors lay around the campfire tossing and turning, unable to sleep, their minds full of the duel tomorrow. The image of his father's invincibility has always been deeply engraved in his heart, and this feeling of both adoration and hatred makes him feel very uncomfortable. After lying down for a while, he realized that he couldn't sleep at all, so he got up and took his weapon and began to dance in the tent.

Henry didn't sleep either, and the strange migration of the winter wolf kept his heart hanging in the air. I'm afraid that I will be surrounded by an army of frost giants overnight, or suddenly rush out of a white dragon and sweep across Icewind Dale. Seeing Vaughn get up to exercise, he also smiled self-deprecatingly, feeling that he had been a little too sensitive recently. Vaughn had been exercising for more than an hour, and his whole body was already soaked with sweat. He put the giant sword back into the sheath and lay down contentedly, and after a while, the snoring sounded.

The next day, close to noon, the three of them got up one after another, cleaned up their personal hygiene, and began to eat by the campfire. Zubosa asked as he ate, "It's noon in two hours, what happens if the challenge fails?" Won't there be a danger to life? ”

Vaughn shook his head with a wry smile. "My father was a proud warrior, and there were many people who challenged him before, and none of them were killed after failure. The most likely is that I will be expelled from the tribe and will never be able to return here. ”

Henry sat on the side and couldn't help but remind him, "Take it easy." Since there is no danger. Then treat him with a normal heart. Isn't quite right in your current state. Think of your father, who doesn't even change his face and doesn't even fear the sight of a dragon's head. ”

Vaughn took a deep breath and held it, and it took a while for him to spit it out. "Head, I've been looking forward to this fight for years. As long as we can defeat him today, we will be able to get rid of all the confusion that has been going on for so many years. You should know how important that is for a fighter. ”

Hearing this, Henry patted him on the shoulder with a smile, for a half-orc warrior, it was the equivalent of a demon. As long as he can overcome his father today, his self-confidence will be greatly improved. It's a process of self-affirmation, and no one else can help you.

After eating, Vaughn took off all of his magical items. Including dragon skin armor, leggings, magic boots, giant swords, throwing axes, helmets, and only wearing a thin single coat plate sat in place to close the mind. He plans to fight a fair battle with his father without the help of any external force to see how much he has grown over the years.

Soon a barbarian walked in and shouted, "Dear dragon slayer! Vaughn. The ceremony is ready. As is traditional, I would like to inform you that you must arrive within half an hour, otherwise you will be considered a forfeit. ”

Soon Henry and his party followed the barbarians to the center of the tribe, which had been besieged into a circular gladiatorial arena. The surrounding water was impassable, and it seemed that all the people of the entire tribe had arrived. The old chief also did not wear any protective gear. He stood in the middle with an ordinary warhammer in his hand, revealing an immobile momentum.

Vaughn drew a two-handed greatsword from the weapon rack next to him. Unhurriedly walked into the gladiatorial arena. The two men just stood in place with their weapons in their hands and stared at each other.

Suddenly, a bell rang, and the duel officially began. The orc warrior attacked first, the giant sword first swept away, followed by a force slash and an upward stroke. A dazzling set of fighting skills forced the old chief to retreat non-stop. However, the old man did not sit still, he used the war hammer in his hand to block, and at the same time used his special steps to circle around.

Vaughn's fierce attack didn't last long, as he found his father patiently consuming his body. Seeing that his son had stopped attacking, the old man nodded slightly. "It seems that the adventure life has matured a lot over the years, and I remember never paying attention to these details when you were fighting."

"Yes, I have grown up, and you are old. Let go of the so-called traditions, which will only bind us to this frozen land. Didn't you notice? A dangerous force is approaching in the north, and even the winter wolves are beginning to flee south. Vaughn watched as his father tried to impress him with words.

The old chief glanced at Henry, who was watching the battle, and then sneered. "Old? Wait until you've defeated me before you talk about it. The centuries-old tradition of the barbarians has given us a strong physique and an indomitable will. If I'm not mistaken, the southerner you're traveling with must be a mage. ”

Vaughn frowned, he knew very well the attitude of these barbarians towards magic. Since words can't communicate, the only thing left is to use weapons. After a short conversation, the two collided again. The old man's war hammer kept hitting the sword, and the vibration again and again made the hands of the orc warrior a little numb. He tried a few counter-attacks, but none of them had much effect.

"This is what is called a dragon slayer warrior? You don't happen to run into a silly dragon that is sleeping soundly, right? The chief attacked, spurring Vaughn with words. The half-orc warrior was instantly enraged, and his eyes began to redden, a precursor to the activation of his berserk ability.

The old man swung his hammer and unwound his opponent's weapon, then swung his left fist and slammed it into his son's face. The powerful uppercut knocked out one of Vaughn's teeth, and it also brought him back to his senses. He spat out the broken teeth from his mouth and threw the greatsword with all his might.

The chief quickly made a sideways dodge, the blade slicing across the skin of his chest, leaving a long trail of blood. Vaughn took advantage of this moment to rush forward, and he swung his punching fist at his father and slammed it. The old man obviously didn't expect this, and was momentarily dizzy.

The old chief soon discovered that the speed of the Warhammer attack was simply not comparable to that of the fist. He simply threw his weapon aside, and also waved his fists to start a primitive fight. The two of them can be described as fists to the flesh and blood from the bottom, and this barbaric way of fighting quickly consumes the bodies of both sides.

It didn't take long for Vaughn, who had the ability to recover, to gain the upper hand. He punched the old man in the stomach, then quickly swung his arms. The old chief's eyes began to wander a little, and before the attack was over, he fell headlong to the ground, completely unconscious.

Vaughn let out a roar as he raised his bloodied hands, and the barbarians around him cheered loudly. From this moment on, he not only escaped the shadow of his years, but also became the leader of all the barbarians of the Otto tribe. Just as they were about to start their celebrations, a myriad of white figures suddenly appeared in the woods outside the camp.

"It's the Winter Wolf! They're definitely coming back for revenge! All ready to fight! I don't know who shouted, and the barbarians picked up their weapons and stood in a row of themselves. Henry hurriedly ran over and cast a few healing spells on the old chief lying on the ground. The old man soon woke up, and he glanced at his son, who was standing beside him, and then at the wolves outside the camp gate, and quickly got up, grabbed his weapon, and stood with the others.

Seeing that his father did not react excessively, Vaughn breathed a sigh of relief. He picked up his greatsword and walked forward, and the barbarians around him saw the new chief and moved out of the way. The Winter Wolves didn't attack as everyone expected, they just surrounded the entire camp and turned a blind eye to the deer in the distance.

Zuvosa, taking advantage of the fact that the battle had not yet begun, hurried back to the tent and took the equipment of the orc warrior. As he was putting himself back on his clothes, a wolf howl suddenly sounded not far away. It didn't take long for an exceptionally sturdy winter wolf to slowly come out from behind. Judging from the respectful attitude of the wolves, this guy must be the head wolf of the pack.

It came to a place near the camp gate and stopped and said to all the people, "Listen to the guys inside! I'm going to give you two options now. Either hand over the murderers of my people, or hand over enough meat. We still have to hurry, and if we don't answer within a minute, the wolves will attack. ”

Vaughn heard the guy and was about to rush out to fight, but Henry grabbed him. "Don't be impulsive, let me negotiate first. After all, there are many women and children here, and they will suffer heavy casualties in the event of a war. If you can't reach an agreement, it's not too late to fight to the death. Then he walked out of the camp gate.

The head wolf watched vigilantly at the human who suddenly came out in front of him, and its animal instincts sensed danger. "Stop! Just stand there and say something, don't play any tricks, the strength of the wolves is beyond your imagination. ”

"Don't be nervous, I just wanted to ask what happened in the north to make you move like this." As he spoke, Henry raised his hands to indicate that he was not a threat.

The head wolf instantly noticed the robes under his cloak. "A mage? What an unexpected bonus. As he spoke, he slowly walked over and circled around Henry twice, sniffing with his nose from time to time. Interested in accepting commissions from the wolves? We can offer a lot of treasure in return, and you know that things don't mean anything to the Winter Wolves. With that, the guy sat down, looked up and waited for Henry's reply. (To be continued......)