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Challenge. This Norse chieftain made it very clear. That is a challenge.

Unlike the Empire's electoral authority mechanism, the Norse power structure is simpler and more brutal.

Norse chieftains are quite sensible. After losing a one-on-one battle with another chieftain, the loser will be more willing to join the winner's tribe.

After all, in such a place full of wind and snow, resources, especially population resources, are very critical and cannot be wasted.

The Norse chieftain in front of him came for this very reason. She treated this small town as a tribe.

Naturally, he came here to launch a glorious challenge. If he won, he would be able to get such a rich piece of land.

There is no need to worry if you lose. Apart from the possibility of being beheaded by the winner, your tribe will be incorporated into such a wealthy tribe and you can live a good life.

This matter is indeed not something Mousse can decide. The Norse people's glorious challenge is very simple. Both parties in the duel use the same weapons, wear the same armor, and it is a fair duel.

If Mousse were allowed to go up, she could easily kill the female chief in front of her, but it was obviously not possible to do so.

If she was cheating, the enemy's army would be hundreds of times larger than hers. After such a period of training, she only had five soldiers under her command.

If a real fight breaks out, I won't be able to stop them alone. The High Elves and Wood Elves must have their own plans.

There is only one best way left now, which is to throw the problem away and let Windlow deal with it himself.

He walked back slowly and knocked on the door.

"Wendalo, the chief next door is here to see you, remember to get ready."

After saying this, Mousse left quickly. She knew that she would definitely not be able to defeat Wendlow on her own, so she had to prepare a backup plan.

The chief next door? Is it a diplomatic matter? Or a trade treaty?

Wendlow looked confused, but he knew that etiquette was necessary in this situation.

I immediately took a shower and changed into clean and suitable clothes, and even took some time to fix my hair.

After taking care of his personal hygiene, Windlow walked out of the town alone.

As soon as I went out, I realized something was wrong.

The man who came was indeed the Norse chieftain, with that helmet, that confident expression, and that muscular body.

And behind that guy, there are at least dozens of Norse raiders, all of whom are combat-capable.

Not to mention myself, even Mousse or Leslie couldn't deal with so many people without wearing armor.

Perhaps Izehi's magic could come in handy, but there was no chance of turning back now.

With just one look, Windlow knew the current situation. The people in front of him were enemies, and they were here to attack a small town to plunder its resources.

He never thought that the news would spread so quickly and that other tribes had already set their eyes on the wealth here.

The danger is approaching.

The Norse female chief also saw Windlow, the so-called tribal chief, at a glance.

He has delicate skin and tender flesh, but not much muscle strength. He is gentle and refined, with fair complexion and light gray hair.

"so hot."

As he spoke, he licked his tongue, saliva already flowing from both sides of his lips.

I didn't expect that the chief here is actually such a handsome guy, and I would fall for his tricks.

The female chief was annoyed by the other Norscans who were rude, violent, uneducated, smelly, and had no taste in clothes.

I just met my ideal type for the first time today. He is so handsome that I must monopolize him.

Seeing the female chief slowly walking towards him, Windlow knew that the current situation was very bad.

Having stayed in the Norse Peninsula for such a long time, I am of course familiar with the habits and customs here.

When disputes or conflicts of interest arise between tribes, in order to reduce losses, they usually resort to duels among chiefs to fight for the right to speak.

If he lost, not only would he lose this small town, but even his life might be taken away by that female chief.

Although the Glorious Challenge of Norsca stipulates that both parties must choose the same weapons and equipment.

But even if Windlow chose to fight with his bare hands, he would definitely be strangled by that guy with his bare hands.

If I use a weapon, I will not be able to defeat him. The best I can do is use a dagger.

He can use none of the swords, hammers, or axes.

Even long-range weapons such as javelins and throwing axes cannot be used.

"Hey, handsome chief, I want to challenge you to an honorable challenge."

As the female chief finished speaking, Windlo's heart rose to his throat. What had happened to that guy Mousse, making him face such a problem?

But if they refuse the honorable challenge, the other side will launch a full-scale attack. Those dozens of Norse raiders are just the vanguard, and it is unknown how many manpower there are behind them.

Perhaps there is only one way left, which is to lose the glorious challenge in advance and try to get a surrender result to save your life.

Once the town is given away, it is given away. This is the rule on the Norse Peninsula.

"Okay, I accept the glorious challenge."

"That's great. Let's compete in hunting each other. Whoever scores more points will lose."

"What?"

Before Windlow could react to what this meant, the female chief had already waved her hand, and the raiders under her immediately built a simple tent.

Animal skins were laid out inside, and everyone retreated to a safe distance. It seemed that was the duel venue. The space was very narrow and there was no chance to fly a kite.

It can even be a sealed room so that there won't be strong winds or other things affecting the people dueling inside the tent.

There is no way to fight. There is really no way to fight.

There was only one plan at the moment, which was to distance himself immediately when entering the battle, and then quickly surrender, not giving her a chance to attack him.

Windlow knew very well how poor his melee combat ability was, and the only thing he could rely on was his magic power.

Please, the opponent set up such a small battle space just to restrict the mage.

Ordinary fireball spells require three seconds of chanting, which is enough time for the Norse chieftain to rush forward and interrupt with a throw.

Is there any instant magic? Windlo's brain is working fast. If there is magic that can be released instantly, it will be of great help to him.

But after thinking about it, there is no instantaneous magic in this world. Only the chanting time of Weakness Magic is short, only one second is enough.

But the Weakness Technique is useless. It can only reduce the opponent's hit probability and dodge probability. But what can it do if it is reduced? I don't have the ability to dodge.

Even if the opponent was drunk, Windlow's close combat dodge ability might not be successful many times.

Besides, what would it matter if I dodged the attack? Could I fight back?

With trepidation, Windlow and the female chief of Nanoska walked into the tent and stood in a corner respectively.

The female chief began to take off her protective gear piece by piece. Perhaps this was a glorious challenge. Without armor and weapons, Windlow also took off his shoulder armor and waist armor.

The female chief's muscles were throbbing. Can a woman be so strong?

"Very good, I want to compete with you in hunting, and we'll bet on our respective tribes!"