The Heritage Temple is a very special place.
It will look for people nearby who are qualified to accept the inheritance and give them divine power in advance.
This descended divine power may be manifested in the special physique of the qualifier.
As for those qualified in the far north, only these barbarians can be recognized by the inheritance temple.
Only those who are qualified can awaken the temple.
Victor originally thought that he would need to search several tribes in succession to find such a qualified person, but he was lucky.
The only one who survived was a barbarian boy who seemed to be in his teens.
The red hair on his body has only grown slightly, and his limbs have grown extremely strong due to living in extreme environments all year round. He is wearing a wide white spotted animal skin.
The animal skin clothes were also burned and blackened by the terrifying flames.
But even though he was under such fierce flames, his body was intact.
This is the manifestation of his divine power, which is not afraid of high temperatures.
Converted in the game, that means immunity to fire damage.
The barbarian boy looked at the indifferent Victor, yelling and dancing, looking very excited.
Seeing that Victor did not move, the young man knelt directly in front of Victor, knelt for a long time, and finally lay there motionless.
It seems that Victor is regarded as a god representing fire.
Victor just watched all its movements coldly:
"Barbarians without enlightened minds, relying on the little power they obtained from outside, are running wild on the borders of a huge empire."
He turned his head and looked at the nearby vertical pole, where various kinds of flesh and blood were hanging. In a blur, Victor seemed to see some indescribable flesh and blood.
There seemed to be some clothes that had been frozen stiff on top.
Seeing this made Victor extremely disgusted.
He wished he could resurrect these dead barbarians again and crush them to ashes a thousand times.
"You know what, Vega."
"That's why, except Gwen, I hate all the knights in the North."
Including Angus.
He claims to be righteous, but all he can think about is the legacy of the Goddess of Justice.
Until this inheritance finally belonged to Gwen, even Lady Justice felt that Angus's behavior was so paranoid that it became a crime.
So, Gwen killed him.
Not just because Angus intended to unite the North against Aurelion's rule.
It's even more because Angus is already guilty of so many crimes.
Even if he didn't do anything.
But this is the north, and there are barbarians named 'evil beasts' on the border.
His inaction is already a great sin.
Victor didn't care whether Vega would respond to him. He just looked at the kneeling barbarian at his feet with disgust, and the giant hand made of lava suddenly grew out from behind him.
In an instant, the barbarian boy in front of him was caught and lifted up by him, and he held it in the giant lava hand.
The giant hand shrank violently, wanting to rub his body into pulp.
Amidst the endless roar of the wind and snow, fierce screams and the sound of bone-crushing sounds could be clearly heard even a hundred meters away from the tribe.
Before he could crush the barbarian boy to death, he stopped shrinking his giant hand and no longer cared about the dying creature in his hand.
As long as he had breath left, Victor would not pay him any attention.
There is still a long way to go before the Heritage Temple.
He carried the bloody barbarian and continued walking in the wind and snow, letting the ruins of the tribe behind him burn with fierce flames.
.......
On a snowfield, a slight amount of snow was floating in the air, like broken flowers.
A gray-haired old man stood among them. His white hair and white eyebrows made him blend closer into the snow.
He was covered in a white fur coat, and as the snowflakes fell on it, he looked a little indifferent.
He was surrounded by dozens of very strong barbarians.
The barbarians all held weapons, and the sharp points of the weapons were burning with red flames.
They shouted, waving their weapons and rushing towards the old man.
The old man watched several barbarians attack him without showing any panic.
Instead, he slowly raised his arm, interacted with his fingers in the air, and drew white and blue lines in the air.
Slight ice slowly began to condense on his gloves.
An extremely long ice battle ax suddenly appeared on the old man's right hand, swinging the long battle ax at the speed of an afterimage, killing several strong barbarians who were charging with one blow.
Looking at the blood-spattered barbarian limbs, the old man just shook off the remaining blood on the ice battle axe. Looking at the barbarians who trembled and took a few steps back, he burst into laughter.
"Go on, come again."
As if provoking, he raised his fingers at the remaining barbarians.
The barbarians looked at each other, neither advancing nor retreating.
They didn't come here to cause trouble for the old man.
Instead, they were surrounded by the old man.
Many barbarians have seen his appearance and naturally know who he is.
Vladimir Lebedev.
The strongest fourth-level mage in the North is called the "Supreme Confessor of Extreme Ice".
These barbarians were here to fight in the autumn wind, to see if there was anything nearby that they could steal, and if there were any creatures that could be used as their future rations.
Unexpectedly, I would encounter this barbarian’s nightmare here.
But retreating without a fight is not the style of those barbarians. Although one of their kind was killed, they still believed that they could defeat the demon that had been plaguing their barbarians for a long time.
The barbarians roared to the sky, and began to roar as if praying for strength. No one could understand the jangling cries.
It seemed that after the preliminaries were completed, the barbarians began to wave weapons burning with flames, and began to circle around Vladimir, getting closer and closer.
"I can't even understand what birds are saying!"
He laughed, then his eyebrows sank, and a breath of frost began to spread.
As a mage, Vladimir is more accustomed to relying on magic to assist physical combat.
A barbarian carried a flaming spear and stabbed Vladimir in the back of the head.
Vladimir retreated behind him, his palms filled with gauntlets made of ice, and he firmly held the fragile spear.
The ice slowly flowed away from the tip of the gun towards the burning gun body.
The barbarian suddenly pulled back, only to find that the spear seemed to be stuck and unable to move. It simply abandoned the spear and rushed towards Vladimir with its strong body.
Soon, the old man waved the frozen spear and threw it suddenly behind him. The high-speed ice spear penetrated the head of a barbarian holding a double sword who was not far away.
Looking back, the charging barbarian had already appeared less than ten meters in front of him.
His right leg suddenly swung, and his icy footsteps smashed the barbarian's head into pieces.
The blue glove on Vladimir's right hand shone slightly, and an ice dagger appeared in the palm of his hand. He stabbed it into the body of the barbarian whose head exploded, and threw it to a man with a battle ax not far away. The red-haired barbarians.
The corpse collided with the body, and the huge impact immediately penetrated the entire snowfield, ruthlessly tearing out a deep ravine.
The barbarian fell down the valley with the body.
Touching his gloves, Vladimir slowly took a cigar.
The magic attributes of magicians are basically single.
However, for magicians with strong physical strength, a single magic is also an extremely powerful assistance.
Holding an unlit cigar in his mouth, he slowly walked towards a barbarian behind him who was retreating.
Perhaps it was the terror caused by his aura.
The barbarian even forgot about the hammer in his hand and stood there blankly.
Vladimir stepped forward and quickly appeared in front of the barbarian.
The force was very clever, and the huge force only made the barbarian feel an incomparable tremor in his internal organs. He jerked back and took a few steps back, falling down the cliff.
In the last second, the barbarian grabbed the snowy ground with his huge hands, trying to climb up and face the enemy again.
Vladimir walked leisurely to the cliff, looked at the cold ice ocean surging under the cliff, and smiled.
"Um!"
He crouched down, put his glove on the hanging barbarian's arm, and released an ice magic power, freezing the barbarian to the edge.
After doing all this, he ignored the screams of the barbarians and touched his pockets.
But he showed a surprised expression.
"Tsk, it's broken. I forgot to bring the flint."
As an ice mage, he naturally wouldn't use the fire element magic played by these birdmen.
As if he thought of something, Vladimir lowered his head and raised his eyebrows at the barbarian.
The poor barbarian didn't understand what Vladimir meant until he saw the old man trying to undo his belt, and his expression suddenly changed.
He quickly stretched out his other unfrozen hand, waved it in the air, and muttered some words.
Although Vladimir could not understand the language of the barbarians, he understood that the barbarians must be scolding him at this moment.
A fire suddenly spurted out from the barbarian's hand. The old man laughed and took two steps back.
The high flame lit the cigar just right, giving off a strong tobacco smell.
He took a deep breath and blew out two smoke rings.
"Hi~hoo, haha!"
"I just love fighting with you guys from the [Flame Sword]. The fire is pretty good."
"Strong!"
He laughed heartily twice, squatted down, and the ice ax condensed on his gloves again.
He cut off the man's hand and watched the barbarian fall helplessly.
The ice ocean stirred up water waves several meters high, until a black shadow slowly appeared under the ice ocean and engulfed the body.
There was a faint blood color.
Vladimir stood up with a cigar in his mouth and pools of red flowing behind him.
He blew out the smoke ring sadly and shouted to the sky.
"You look so scared, come out."
A very young-looking man ran out from behind the frozen tree, his eyes full of sadness.
He came to Vladimir's side, looking at the tragic corpses around him, he couldn't help but feel sick.
"General...general."
Vladimir turned around and asked as he walked.
"Tell me, what kind of trouble did those B knights get up to?"
The deputy beside him hurriedly took a wanted notice and handed it to Vladimir.
Holding a cigar in his mouth, he took it and glanced at it casually.
It also has the person's face on it.
"Yesterday, they issued a wanted notice, and it has probably spread throughout the north now."
"Those knights, I hope that our 'Pale Magic Order' can help arrest this person."
Vladimir took a long drag on his cigar and exhaled the smoke.
"Hey, this kid looks familiar. What's his name, Victor?"
"His name is well known in the capital, and his reputation has already affected the north, but..."
Apart from smoking cigars and dancing, the old man also beat up barbarians every day.
Where to pay attention to these things.
But there was one thing Dick knew very well.
The old man will definitely not help those knights, because...
"Hoho, he is a mage?"
"Tell those knights that all mages can have unimpeded access here."
He laughed three times, as if he thought of something, and turned to look at Dick again.
"What did this man do that warrants their arrest across the country?"
"Well……"
Dick was slightly ashamed, but still said.
"Victor beat Angus and his son to paralysis."
"So, they insist on finding Victor and asking for an explanation..."
Vladimir was silent for a while and said:
"Let the boys below look for this person and try to find him."
"Then……"
"I have to have a drink with this guy! Hahahaha!"
He slapped Dick on the shoulder hard enough to make Dick cough.
"General, general... don't shoot for now, cough, there is one more thing."
"oh?"
Vladimir came back to his senses and was a little curious.
"The daughter of your Duke friend in the royal capital has arrived."
