Chapter Six, The Warrior

Be quiet, the place where the king is is the capital! If there is no capital, it indicates two possibilities: first, prolonged warfare; second, the king is extremely belligerent. We should quickly find the army and explain our intentions, otherwise, in this unfamiliar place, we won't last long! This area is full of bandits!

Ah, so he wants to attract my attention. Bring him over

Thus, Ade and the others became the new crew members. Wien did not make them do hard labor; he simply allowed them to have a place in the cabin, to eat and sleep together.

The warship advanced through the wind and rain for an entire night, arriving at a small harbor one morning, which served as His Majesty's modest naval base. The king's arrival did not disturb the tranquility of the place; however, a small child caught the attention of the guards. "Your Majesty, there is a child of about ten standing at the bow of the ship in the wind and rain. Though he is young, he evidently bears a heavy responsibility."

Ade noticed a large man; he was not the tallest, but he was seated on a tiger skin, and three of the most beautiful women were surrounding him, serving him. This indicated that his status was relatively high, and he was likely the leader. Therefore, Ade shouted, "We are the envoys of the Ottoman Empire, seeking an audience with your leader"

Wam, Wam

Adel nodded

Wein waved his hand, and everyone put away their tools and went back to their own tasks

Thus, the squad composed of seven brave warriors was established. The next day, they boarded a cavalry ship and headed north into the sea, advancing towards the land of Jacob. Before their departure, Talik had a mournful expression on his face: "You must return alive, otherwise I will have no face to go back and see Zumuld."

"It is not a bear; a bear could not break such a tree." Uralak muttered to himself. He usually loved to show off, but when he was serious, he was truly formidable. Soon, the cawing of crows caught his attention, and he ran alone towards the back of the house. The others regained their composure, their noses detecting a strong smell of blood. Several people, almost in unison, broke through the door, and the sight before Ade was almost unbelievable. The room was covered in blood, intestines and entrails were strewn all over the floor, and what was once a comfortable home for a family had now become a paradise for flies and ants. Everyone covered their noses and retreated. "These bastards!" Wam shouted in anger, splitting a tree trunk in half with his massive axe, while Uralak's terrified screams echoed from behind the house.

As soon as Talik called out, it was clear that something was amiss. The crowd, which had been indulging in their own pleasures just moments before, suddenly came to a halt. A cacophony erupted as some drew weapons from their waists, others from their women, and still others from unknown places. Various weapons emerged: great swords, battle axes, chain guns, and large knives, with a murderous intent emanating from their eyes. Ade understood their thoughts clearly—if you are strong or wild enough, you might attempt to kill the king and take the throne for yourself, but you cannot question the identity of a king; that is an insult to them all

The crowd fell silent, slowly, the focus of attention shifted to Ad and Talik. Talik's face turned ashen, while Ad slowly stood up and said loudly: "My ancestor is the Viking Rollo; give me a sword, and I too can fight like you all!"

"One must be careful with words! This must be the largest bandit den; it is impossible to know the whereabouts of the king here! Our lives are at stake; we should leave quickly," Talik whispered to Ad. Indeed, one can imagine that the bandit group from earlier is now happily seeking a place to squander their ill-gotten gains, enjoying themselves just like this.

It is not very appropriate for you to ride a dog; those who bully animals are not much different from the animals themselves

This place is truly crude and unsophisticated, with no one who pays attention to hygiene, and not a single person who is courteous. The food is coarse and difficult to swallow, making it hard to imagine that this is the realm of the king and his royal guard. Wayne is very interested in Ad, often calling him over to chat and asking some strange questions. Ad increasingly realizes that in this country, where even the king is a bandit, a man who is not a ruthless warrior will absolutely not survive past the age of eighteen

The keen-eyed Uralak suddenly exclaimed "Oh!" signaling everyone to stop. Uralak turned his horse around twice in place and then dashed into the forest by the roadside, with the others closely following behind

Thank God! You have finally arrived!" Jacob's voice expressed indescribable relief, "I cannot allow this home, built together with your father, to be destroyed in an instant, I cannot, I cannot!

Ad carefully observed that everyone here was quite tall. If one were to identify the smallest and most delicate man in this place, it would undoubtedly be Ad and Talik. "Get out of the way!" A person walked in from outside and rudely shoved Talik, who flew through the air as if struck by a horse, landing in a pile of people. A woman shouted, "Whose child is this? Watch out!" Immediately, a large man picked up Talik, "Get out of the way!" A person walked in from outside and rudely shoved Talik, who flew through the air as if struck by a horse, landing in a pile of people. A woman shouted, "Whose child is this? Watch out!" Immediately, a large man picked up Talik, "You little brat, get lost!" Talik instantly soared back through the air.

Ad was pulled up from the ground and loudly announced his name: "Richard? Norman, you better remember it clearly!"

Wamden's face turned red with anger: "You little rascal, dare you insult me! I'll show you my strength!"

At dusk, they found the village where King Jacob resided. It was truly a village, with its walls completely destroyed and not a single watchtower remaining. The once lion-hearted hero was now merely a pitiful old man, frail and nearing the end of his days

Soon, the question had an answer

"You cannot treat us this way, we are messengers!" Talik shouted.

Rest assured, the ogre will be dealt with, and the people will not abandon their homes! I promise!" Wayne's assurance brought comfort to King Jacob, who then had his second son, Shalu, the child who had called for help, guide them and arrange accommodations for them. Shalu was very clever; he led them to a large warehouse that contained only some straw and was quite empty. Ad was incredulous at the treatment they received, but Wayne praised the child, and the others showed no signs of discontent.

Leaving Talik, Ad felt an immediate sense of loneliness. Talik had accompanied him in laughter and in suffering, always prioritizing Ad when there were good things, caring for him like a loyal servant. However, the absence of others' care gradually allowed Ad to regain his sharpness. Perhaps the civilized world had dulled him, or perhaps the wildness of the people before him awakened his long-sleeping barbaric bloodline, as Ad felt a surge of power within him. He had not practiced Taiyi True Qi for a long time, yet the dormant energy within him seemed not to have vanished but rather integrated into his limbs and bones, granting him abundant strength without the need for special luck. Ad had once worried that his strength was insufficient, thus choosing a medium sword that matched his physique, but now the medium sword felt as light as a straw, becoming a laughingstock for others. Ad was frustrated to discover that most of his teammates' weapons were not proportionate to their body sizes; even the lightest weapon, Burman's simple knife, weighed as much as sixty pounds. Was this the source of my strength? Is this what it feels like to return home? Ad knew he had Viking blood, and the group of burly men before him, who looked down on him, could very well be distant cousins. One cousin approached him, the immensely strong Vam, whose mocking words emerged from behind his bushy beard: "You are as delicate as a young master; if your mother had given birth to you as a girl, it might have been better. Now go feed the horses! Lest they dislike you and throw you off mid-journey! We shouldn't be bringing seven such tall steeds, but rather six horses and a dog!"

"It was my father with whom you dealt, and he passed away a few days ago. Now I am the king! I have no interest in any intentions you may have. Therefore, you are now my hostages, and when the time is right, there will be days when I will grant you mercy! Now, empty your possessions! If what you have is not enough for your sustenance, you will be sent to the slave camp to work! So, make sure to comply!" Now, empty your possessions! If what you have is not enough for your sustenance, you will be sent to the slave camp to work! So, make sure to comply!

Wam's massive body was about to pounce on Ad, when Wein's authoritative voice stopped him, "Wam! Don't you see the legitimate challenge? Don't forget he is also our teammate!"

Alas, ever since the ogres began to roam in our area, the fields cannot be cultivated, and the people are filled with anxiety. The once fearless warriors have all been slain by the ogres, and those who remain only wish to flee with the prince. But what use is escape? Are we to abandon our homeland and live in humiliation? I would rather die on this land!" Jacob's voice was filled with sorrow. "But what he said is true, my children, tonight will be a perilous night, you must be cautious!" I would rather die on this land!" Jacob's voice was filled with sorrow. "But what he said is true, my children, tonight will be a perilous night, you must be cautious!

A few days later, they landed on the northern side of the continent. According to Wayne, this was already Jacob's territory. Strangely, despite having been ashore for quite some time, no one came to greet them, and the sentries of old were nowhere to be seen. The soldiers led the warhorses down from the ship; these were seven exceptionally tall steeds, at least one meter taller than any horse Ad had ever seen. Their coats were a uniform glossy black, shining brightly in the sunlight. Ad, along with his weapons, weighed nearly six hundred pounds, yet these tall horses ran effortlessly, displaying remarkable ease. They galloped along the forest paths of the Volan Plain, a feeling of majesty that Ad had never experienced before. Although no one was watching, the act of riding such fine steeds and wielding a sword to rescue others from afar was the very essence of chivalry found only in books. Filled with a sense of heroism, Ad engaged in lively conversation with his companions as they ventured deeper into the Volan Plain.

Ah, regarding this, you need not worry. She watches us quietly every day

The second hero possesses immense strength

James readily agreed, thumping his chest loudly, for he had never taken off his armor during the day. Adé was delighted with the gifts from Wayne and James, unable to part with them. He was determined to master the Sword of Lac, but currently found it somewhat difficult to wield with one hand.

I am King V of Norway

"No matter what it is! Kill them! Eliminate them all! Annihilate them!" Wam roared loudly.

Adé knew that he was speaking the truth; if they reached France, the Muslim envoy would have no chance to speak before being executed. Without hesitation, he took out all his valuables, leaving even the ring of Zhumulde behind. He handed these over to Wayne's attendant and, without changing his expression, asked: "How long will this allow us to live?"

As he spoke, Wayne had already risen to his feet: "The kingdom of King Jacob is facing difficulties, and it is our duty to respond. Who is willing to accompany me?"

The prince, seeing that no one paid him any attention, became even angrier: "You might as well eat to your heart's content! After all, this will be your last meal! Those devils must know you are here; they will come to greet you tonight!" After saying this, he refused to eat and angrily left with his entourage

In an instant, the cabin was filled with joyous sounds, and everyone was in high spirits, loudly announcing their names. The enthusiastic atmosphere resembled a celebration

The crowd immediately fell into chaos, shouting in unison, "Where is James?" Hundreds of people called out his name. A drunken yet well-armored man was carried over and unceremoniously thrown to the ground, instantly waking up. Several young women hurriedly helped him don his helmet and shield. James quickly understood what he needed to do; he knelt on one knee, sword in hand and shield at the ready, and let out a mighty roar, instantly exuding an imposing presence, while the crowd erupted in cheers.

However, the robbers did not rush down; a slight commotion seemed to arise within the quiet ranks, followed by a chaotic stir among the horses. Ultimately, with a shout, they retreated as swiftly as they had come. Ade and the others stood foolishly in place, unaware of what had transpired

The sixth is bold and meticulous, skilled in tracking and reconnaissance

Haha! Haha! Immediately, a large man stepped forward, "I am Wam!" Adder saw that this man was tall and strong, with a face full of yellow beard that had not been shaved in a long time, holding a giant axe that resembled half a door panel, weighing at least several hundred pounds. Adder knew that Wam was widely recognized as a strongman, often challenged by others to arm wrestling, but few could match him. At this moment, Wam was proudly raising the giant axe to showcase his muscles. A woman squeezed through the crowd, handed him a hat with two horns to wear, and gave him a kiss on the cheek, which made Wam even more pleased. Adder knew that Wam was widely recognized as a strongman, often challenged by others to arm wrestling, but few could match him. At this moment, Wam was proudly raising the giant axe to showcase his muscles. A woman squeezed through the crowd, handed him a hat with two horns to wear, and gave him a kiss on the cheek, which made Wam even more pleased.

Under the direction of Wien, seven individuals spread straw in the center of the room, forming a circle with their heads together, lying flat on the ground in an orderly manner. Ade found this sleeping arrangement to be very scientific, capable of responding to attacks from all directions, with even the roof being closely monitored. Moreover, when standing up from the ground, the spacing between each person was quite suitable for combat.

Ader and Tailike suddenly realized that the boy was actually seeking help! How bold of him to ask for help in such a manner! Ader immediately understood that rare emotion; a person in need of help would rather die than lower their voice, and their actions were akin to those of Wayne, where even bestowing kindness must be done with utmost care, which is truly rare. Both parties concealed their gratitude and concern deep within their hearts, maximizing the expression of dignity and tolerance, with such noble etiquette being unheard of even in the most prosperous cities. Ader was deeply shaken and had to reevaluate the civilized ways of this barbaric land.

What!

These bastards! They are felling trees to facilitate the stripping of bark

No, no! Uralak's hysterical voice sent a chill down everyone's spine, "There is no body, no body! They ate the body!"

Wein immediately raised his hand to indicate that he had secured the top position, and the surroundings erupted in cheers.

My goodness, what has passed by!

The old woman continued her divination: "The first warrior should be a king"

In an instant, the cabin fell silent for three seconds, but everyone immediately resumed their noisy chatter, each person indifferent to the others. Ade had been watching that man, who also began to notice him and waved, signaling Ade to come over. Suddenly, a waiter took advantage of the man's attention on Ade and lunged at him with a knife from the side, but missed completely. The big man reacted swiftly, kicking the assailant to the ground, then picked up a knife from the side and struck down. A person died in the cabin, yet the clamor did not cease in the slightest; the crowd's reaction to the assassination was even less than the shout that Ade had let out. Ade was dumbfounded, increasingly convinced that he had boarded a pirate ship, and cautiously walked over.

Wein squinted his eyes, feeling a bit of admiration for Ade's courage. After examining the items presented, he replied, "Enough for fifty years, with some left over." As he spoke, he picked out the ring of Zumuld and tossed it back to Ade

Since then, no one has looked down on Ade anymore; everyone happily conversed with him as if he were a brother. Wayne took Ade to the armory to select weapons again. He handed Ade a set of chainmail, believing it to be very suitable for him. Ade thanked him and put it on over his Muslim black attire, instantly transforming into a true Nordic warrior, both fierce and spirited. They also chose a long sword weighing over 100 pounds. Although it was called a long sword, it was only slightly smaller than a heavy sword. Ade felt it was quite manageable; he practiced a few moves and executed a technique from the Huashan School called "Stepping on Snow to Seek Plum Blossoms," moving lightly and skillfully, extinguishing a candle flame a yard away with the wind. Wayne and the others, unfamiliar with the sword techniques of the Central Plains, were astonished by the intricacy of the moves. Wayne brought out a long leather sword sheath and said to Ade: "It seems this sword is still relatively light. Although you find it manageable, it lacks the imposing presence. Our techniques do not have many variations; power and speed are everything! You might as well try fighting in our way! You might discover that our method is more effective. Let's take this outside to test it!"

A loud military horn sounded from behind Ade, startling several people who turned around to see a massive warship slowly drifting down the river. At the bow, a flag embroidered with an eagle fluttered in the wind, and a statue of the Goddess of Victory stood at the ship's prow, exuding an imposing aura even from a distance. Could it be that this great ship had frightened away a large number of bandits? Who could instill such fear in these fierce robbers?

We are already the best country for Muslims on the European continent! At least we haven't killed you.

Adair could no longer hold back and began to vomit while leaning against the tree trunk. Wayne's face showed no expression, neither sadness nor fear: "It is an ogre."

The warship docked, and soon the boy was brought before Wayne. He had endured many hardships, his clothes were tattered, yet his gaze was resolute. His movements exhibited an extraordinary caution, and his words were appropriate, embodying the decorum befitting a king: "I am the second son of King Jacob, traveling here to bring my father's regards to you"

The rushing river, swirling with waves, blocked the way, making it impossible for horses to cross. Ade and Talik were panting heavily, with only three or four people left by their side. They exchanged glances, each reflecting a look of despair.

Wayne squinted at him, continuing to eat without interruption. The remaining six people followed Wayne's lead, also eating without hesitation.

As everyone placed their bets, Ade and Wam both flushed with excitement. Ade was eager to know how much strength he possessed at that moment, while Wam, hearing the sound of the bets, was determined to give it his all, his face, partially visible beyond his beard, appeared as if it might burst with blood.

Elder, it seems that you have more than one issue here!" After the people of Prince Wayne had left, he cautiously hinted to King Jacob.

Jacob wept bitterly, and Wayne supported him as if he were assisting his own father, "We have arrived, you can rest assured!"

Jacob hosted a banquet to entertain the guests who had traveled from afar. However, not all those present welcomed them. The first prince, in his early twenties, was accompanied by several burly men, who sat arrogantly in their seats and coldly remarked: "I thought we could bring in an army of tens of thousands, but with just a few people, what can they do? Old man, you must be confused to offer our limited food to them!"

However, the excited crowd quieted down as Wayne solemnly requested the sorceress to divine the omens. An old blind woman, supported by the crowd, stepped forward, babbling incoherently, and scattered a pile of finger bones from a tortoise shell, examining them intently. The onlookers surrounded her, holding their breath in anticipation. The old woman raised a finger bone high and said, "There cannot be too many people going this time," then after a moment of contemplation, she added, "Seven is a good number!" The crowd immediately erupted in cheers, and everyone began to thump their chests, examining the bones with great care. Wayne exerted some effort to quiet them down.

Several individuals ascended to the deck carrying a box, and Wayne walked heavily, appearing somewhat strained. The box was opened, revealing a beautifully crafted great sword inside, which, in terms of dimensions, resembled an ordinary longsword, yet was exceptionally exquisite. The sword's hilt was sculpted into the shape of flying wings, and a dazzling ruby was embedded in the slender blade's center, making it particularly striking. Just below the ruby, there was a shallow blood groove, faintly revealing a few words: "luck." Ade understood this to mean "fortune." Ade had also seen renowned swords that could sever hair with a blow; those swords generally exuded a chill, and one could feel the sharpness of the blade merely by approaching it. However, this sword, known as the Sword of Luck, was merely finely crafted, showing no apparent differences. The sword lay alone in the box, and when Ade gently brushed his fingers over it, he felt not only a lack of coldness but also a slight warmth. When Ade grasped the hilt with his right hand, he nearly failed to lift it, taken aback, and quickly used both hands to hold it, swinging it up and down. It felt to weigh approximately three hundred pounds; such weight would be typical for an axe, yet this Sword of Luck, with its exquisite craftsmanship and warmth emanating from the blade, was undoubtedly no ordinary item.

Hey! A guy with a naked woman tattooed on his shoulder stood up while adjusting his coat, "Beautiful girl, but I have to hide you! It's me, Uralak!" It seems he really loves to show off

Everyone began to shout loudly; the winners were elated, while the losers protested, yet in the end, they still paid. Wam was so happy that he waved his arms like a fool. Eventually, he stopped and, from a distance, wiped his nose with his hand: "If you tell me your name, I might just barely remember it"

"What are we actually here for?" Talik shouted, "We have searched three villages, and not one knows where the king is! Is there no capital in this place?"

The boy politely thanked and went with someone to another place to rest. Ade noticed that the boy's eyes glistened with tears when he thanked Wayne, seemingly very grateful. Talik whispered, "This is the most civilized scene I have seen in this country!" Ade shushed him, saying, "Something feels off!"

The two individuals were locked in a stalemate for a long time, while the crowd continuously cheered to encourage both sides. Steam was rising from Ade's head, and Vam was not faring much better. "Aah!" Vam shouted, exerting all his strength in a desperate push, as this was a matter of his reputation for the rest of his life. Ade was also using every ounce of strength to resist. However, the intense confrontation finally yielded a result. Due to Ade's short arms, the table on his side could not withstand the force, and with a loud "crack," both the table and the chair shattered, causing Ade to be thrown to the ground.

"Arm wrestling? Do you think I should accept the challenge? A challenge from a spoiled rich kid who doesn't know his place?" Wam complained, but still sat down at the table, "I am going to snap your little arm..."

The distinguishing features were not very apparent; dozens of people drew their knives together, loudly announcing their names, unable to reach a consensus. Wayne immediately asserted his authority: "Buhlman, you come with me!" Buhlman promptly stepped forward, dressed casually with his chest exposed, his long hair cascading to his shoulders, an indescribable pride on his face. In the open space, he suddenly performed a few flourishes with his knife, dazzling everyone momentarily. By the time they regained their composure, Buhlman had already sheathed his knife, exuding an indescribable elegance, and the crowd erupted in cheers.

Everyone hurried to the back, where Uralak collapsed to the ground, pointing at a large tree trunk and unable to speak. On that trunk hung seven or eight bloody human skins

The fifth adept at ambush traps

Everyone lay quietly, half with their eyes open and half with their eyes closed in rest. Ade gazed at the ceiling, feeling a slight chill rising from the ground through his vest, and surprisingly, he felt very calm. Perhaps lying steadily on the ground is the easiest position to attain tranquility. Ade couldn't help but think of Zumuld, who he always remembered when he couldn't sleep. As I gaze at the ceiling, in the crystal ball, in front of Zumuld, is it not as if I am staring at her?

The fourth grade is slightly younger and *illustrated* books, making for a good knife!

I bet on Wam to win

As soon as Ade's voice fell, an arrow shot through the air from a distance, striking a soldier directly in the throat. The unfortunate man was knocked off his horse by the arrow and, before he even hit the ground, he had already breathed his last. In an instant, the sound of hooves filled the air as over a hundred bandits, riding tall horses, charged down from the surrounding hills with great ferocity, reaching them in the blink of an eye. They had no intention of negotiating; they killed anyone they saw. The Muslim soldiers appeared almost like children in front of these towering bandits, and before they could even react, dozens had already been turned into porcupines, with the remaining ones faring little better. In a matter of seconds, the sound of hooves echoed all around as the bandits charged down from the hills, and in no time, they were upon them. They showed no desire for negotiation, killing anyone in sight. The Muslim soldiers seemed like mere children against these towering bandits, and before they could even make a move, dozens had already been turned into porcupines, with the rest not faring much better. The bandits' horses seemed to chase the arrows right to their midst, crashing into the ranks and slashing wildly as if cutting vegetables, leaving dismembered Muslim bodies scattered everywhere. In just a few seconds, not even a minute had passed, and this nearly hundred-strong delegation had been reduced to a mere dozen survivors. The bandits' horses seemed to chase the arrows right to their midst, crashing into the ranks and slashing wildly as if cutting vegetables, leaving dismembered Muslim bodies scattered everywhere. In just a few seconds, not even a minute had passed, and this nearly hundred-strong delegation had been reduced to a mere dozen survivors. Ade almost immediately decided to flee, with Talik and the few remaining individuals desperately following him, the sound of the bandits' leisurely hooves and their curses echoing behind them.

The third warrior must have armor

At this moment, Wayne seemed like a different person, his expression solemn and humble: "Ah, having traveled from afar, you have worked hard! His Majesty Jacob was a close friend of my father during his lifetime; his bravery in youth surpassed that of a lion. Please convey my regards to him first, and say that I will visit him immediately"

Wam calmed down and found Ade sitting at the edge of the table, rolling up his sleeves and waiting for him

It is said that they are looking for the king here. The guards took Ade and Talik directly to the ship's lower hold, which resembled a chaotic and low-class entertainment venue. Hundreds of burly men dressed in simple leather attire sat scattered about, in groups of three or five. Some were drinking, others were openly engaging with women, and still others were sharpening their knives. In short, no one paid them any attention.

Adé felt very uneasy, as the robbers were neither in a hurry to chase nor did they shoot arrows, which meant—no need to guess any further—a tremendous sound of rushing water filled the air, and in no time, a great river had appeared before them

Wayne explained: "This Sword of Drak is a relic from ancient times, said to be forged from star iron refined from meteors that fell from the heavens, which is why it does not carry a chill. It is too heavy; as a one-handed sword, almost no one prefers to wield it. If one is as large as Vam, the sword appears somewhat small. I am giving it to you; perhaps it will be of use in the future. James, when you have time, please teach Richard!" It is too heavy; as a one-handed sword, almost no one prefers to wield it. If one is as large as Vam, the sword appears somewhat small. I am giving it to you; perhaps it will be of use in the future. James, when you have time, please teach Richard!

Dozens of swords flew over at once, catching Ade off guard

Talek prays every day for Allah to take him away from this country where hygiene and manners are problematic. Ade wants to tell him that Allah's power does not reach here, just as the Buddha's power can only extend eastward from the Indian subcontinent. However, upon further reflection, he thinks that if Talek loses even his spiritual support, he might not be able to survive.

Soon, a person named Square was selected to join the ranks of the heroes

Oh my, I must spice up this rare occasion, ten gold coins, betting on the young man from the south

What came into view was a wooden house that had once been well-built. Now, the doors and windows, as well as the walls, were riddled with large holes. Several sizable trees lay scattered around the house, and Uralak was carefully examining the reasons for their fall. However, the conclusion left him perplexed, as there were clearly some enormous claw marks on the tree trunks.

Are you the envoys of the Ottoman Empire

They turned their horses around, staring blankly at the cavalry pursuing them from behind. Unbeknownst to them, a large group of bandits had already gathered on the hillside behind them, watching from a distance of about ten zhang, organized and silent, their excellent discipline causing everyone to gasp in shock. A few individuals silently awaited the final moment, anticipating the bandits to rush down the hillside in a frenzy; in just three seconds, they would be reduced to a pulp.

However, Ade's arm was not broken, and he was still resisting with strength. Everyone was astonished, and soon the other five people gathered around, expressing their disbelief at the duration of the match

Ad looked at this group of war fanatics and was not at all surprised that he could not find a decent city. Only one spot remained, and everyone was patiently waiting for the old woman's divination results. However, the old witch kept feeling one bone after another, her face filled with astonishment. Finally, she said: "Let me see who this person is; he must be a foreigner, with a significant connection to us. He is clever and brave, and will be the key to our success"

There are no decent large cities here, at least they have not found any. As far as the eye can see, it is all wilderness; apart from the wilderness, there is nothing but wilderness.