Chapter 223: Tribe

The country of the snow in the north.
After the reunification of the empire, the barbarians who originally lived in the snow and ice, and the group that can be called the tribe, all declared to surrender to this powerful empire, paying a certain amount of tribute every day, and getting a member of the empire. qualifications.
This is not a country as strong as the ancient kingdom of the ancient days, and it is madly handed over to the heavy servants. The rich and powerful empire is only a symbolic levy. It is also an imperial person. For these people, they still live in tribal communities. For people, there is nothing to discriminate.
Because they are strong in the snow and ice, the strong are often feared.
And these tribes also believe in the gods.
Today, in the days of snow-covered mountains, because of the influence of the demon world, the snow in this area has a dark color... The whole snow-capped mountains are gray and heavy, making people feel very depressed.
At the foot of the snow-capped mountains, there are human bodies and the huge and ugly bodies of the devil. A war broke out here.
It is still not over now.
At the other end of the battlefield, the body was dressed in heavy armor made of animal skin, and armed with weapons made of animal bones. The average height of a group of people was close to two meters and five men.
In this way, it is louder than the devil, but also a passionate roar, holding the original, but sharp weapon in his hand, and slamming the demons who invaded their homes!
Here people are sturdy, men are brothers and nobles, women are expensive sisters, here both men and women are good fighters, it is not too much to be called a fighting nation, their solid muscles are exposed, the most with the devil In the original way, one and one demon were killed by the hard and hard of the flesh.
But this is only the eve. About two hundred snow tribes, fighting with thousands of soldiers-level demons, led the leader of the demon army and watched their soldiers be slaughtered and finally appeared.
The snow began to collapse!
"What happened?" A tribal warrior with a biceps thicker than the waist of an ordinary woman exclaimed.
"Orna Patriarch! Dragon! Dragon!!"
An eye-catching tribal warrior first saw the behemoth that appeared from the snow.
A dragon, covered in lacquered black scales, entangled with unknown fog, and the body of more than 20 meters long makes people feel weak inside.
And the ‘inexplicable fear’ atmosphere of this demon dragon has made this group of brave and fighting tribal warriors feel inside!
"Hey!" The dragon made a cry that stung the eardrum.
"You! Come out of here!" The left face carries a scar that stretches from the eye to the mouth, that is, the man whose biceps are thicker than a slim girl, called Orna. The patriarch snorted at everyone behind him.
"The warriors of the Horde will not be afraid! This is the last line of defense! If we give up, our tribe will be destroyed!"
"If the house is demolished, it can be rebuilt. When the person is dead, everything is finished! Go back and take the child and the woman into the depths of the snowy mountain!"
Orna felt the horror of the dragon, and he immediately made the order.
"But the patriarch!"
The demon dragon flutters and flies high, circling the sky and looking down at these humans. In its eyes, these humans are all just its prey!
The rabbit could not escape from the falcon's hand.
"I will stop him!"
This is the only hope for everyone.
Only the demon dragon suddenly swooped down, his mouth filled with a dark purple breath, and the air suddenly became hot.
There was no time to hesitate, and the dragon's breath was released in the mouth of this dragon. Orna's tall body was shrouded in dark purple dragons, accompanied by painful embarrassment.
In the eyes of all people, the skin of the patriarch who was originally tall and unmatched became black and fell to the ground.
"The patriarch!"
"Human, don't want to run away." There was a thunderous voice in the sky. The dragon said a naked reality to the small humans in a mocking tone.
Is it finished? Everyone present was looking up at the dragon that was flying in the sky, and the patriarch who fell to the ground and died.
Of course... it's not over yet!
The snow has become more violent, but it is also because of the arrival of one person!
The dragon that flies in the sky can't be suddenly smashed into the body by a chain that doesn't know where it came from. The chain of cold air lingers through the hard dragon's scale, from the abdomen In, the back is stabbed, with a stinky blood!
The dragon snorted in pain, but in vain it was futile. The chain danced infinitely in the sky, trapping the huge body of the dragon, and the dragon fell on the ground like a broken line. Like the kites, it made a huge noise.
At the same time, I also flew a few demons.
But it wasn't over yet. The dragon wanted to struggle to climb, but its body surface suddenly began to appear frosty, and the cold kept taking its life.
Until it became a fragile frost statue, the demon dragon's wolf figure appeared in front of everyone in this form.
Under the rhythm of the chain that pierced its body, this lifelike ice sculpture turned into and fell to the ground.
Two hundred tribal warriors looked at the chain that seemed to have life, even more than the face of the demon dragon~EbookFREE.me~ But what happened next made them feel it Fear.
Thousands of demons of different shapes, the chains are flying like snakes, quickly running through the body of each demon, and finally thousands of cold sculptures become slag, in this snow, and then I can't see the presence of the demon paint black.
After everything was over, the depths of the heavy snow gradually came out of a figure covered in black robe.
The tribal warriors immediately reacted. Some of them ran to the injured patriarch, and the other part was in front of the patriarch, holding the weapon and looking at the figure nervously.
"Who are you?" Living in the snowy mountains, famous for being simple and unrestrained, saying that the ugly tribe does not know what is polite.
They watched the slim figure from the snow with vigilance. After all, it was too strong, and in a flash, it killed so many evils and rivers, and the powerful fear.
The figure covered by the cloak stood at a distance of 100 meters from the line of defense of the tribes. Finally, he took off his hood under the watchful eyes of everyone.
Long hair is white as snow, silver is silver, and the younger ones have an overly face with an indifferent expression, like an ice man.
"My name is Esnoris. You can call me the road. I am from your last season."
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