"Waaagh! Happy!" The female warrior Vitoria was like a female tyrannosaurus. The [Slaying Charge] in her hand was passed through a huge arc by her thick arm wheel, making a whistling sound of tearing the air, and hitting a metal shield hard!

The collision between metal and metal made a huge noise, and sparks. Vitoriya roared wildly, and her whole body rotated around with the inertia of the shackles. [Vitoria's eyes] hit the face of another big man like a meteorite from the sky.

The very vivid relief on the female warrior's shield is the last memory of the man before he was dizzy. The hideous face was not only imprinted in his heart, but also in his face. The enthusiasm even shattered his nose and cheekbones.

The man holding the shield suffered huge damage in the previous block, and the hand holding the shield was broken on the spot.

There were four enemies in front of the female warriors, all of whom were burly men who were 1.9 meters tall. They were all wearing simple armor, holding shields and battle axes, or heavy weapons, with hair and beards connected together, and covered with hideous tattoos, looking like the violence index exceeded the standard.

But Vitoria never falls behind in this regard. She lost her combat power in one round and didn't even breathe much.

"Ha, are you also worthy of being called men?" The female warrior's forearm muscles were tightened, keeping the [Slaying Charge] spinning slightly, constantly accumulating potential energy: "Who sent you here?"

The three soldiers who were still standing exchanged glances with each other, and did not reply, but launched an attack from three directions.

The soldier with a broken arm had a huge gecko tattooed on his chest. During the charge, the gecko pattern flashed suddenly, and a light green light flowed from the tattoo to the soldier's injured arm, immediately healing his injuries.

The other two warriors, one borrowed the eagle tattoo on the back, accelerated instantly, while the other relied on the fire snake tattoo on the two arms to attach a raging fire to the weapon!

The next second, the female warrior released a gray light with her shield. It was the [Female Barbarian's Death Gaze] skill that came with the shield, and she was directly afraid of the fastest warrior.

Then the shield left his hand, and a large-caliber short-handled musket full of green-skin style appeared in Vitoriya's hand. With the huge gunshot, the big man with self-healing ability was smashed into pieces like a watermelon.

The samurai turned around and threw the wine pot she carried with her, smashing straight at the enemy whose weapon was attached to the flames.

Vitoria, who has drank all the wine recently, contains medical alcohol, which is a specialty of the Loess area, and has a very high purity.

The warrior on the opposite side subconsciously used his weapon to smash the hidden weapon flying towards him, and then was covered by the flames that were splashed in the sky. He was smashed into the skull by the female warrior's shackles before he could even scream. He flew out and was already a ignited corpse when he landed on the ground.

Until this time, the warrior who was shocked had just escaped from the artificial fear, but this time his fear came from the heart.

"I can beat ten more!" Vitoria picked up her shield from the ground and said to the survivor disdainfully: "No matter who sent you, let him send more people next time!"

"The weapon in your hand is our holy object, and we must bring it back to the holy land." The survivor finally held the weapon firmly: "You are a powerful warrior, but every warrior from the North Wind Tribe is willing to shed blood for this mission, come on!"

The samurai is a straightforward person. He has no habit of wasting time and gives the other party a pleasure without saying a word, and he doesn't even have the chance to go back on his word.

When Vitoria left with a relaxed and pleasant mood, the man who was the first to break his face with a shield got up from the ground with relief. He woke up as his last companion spoke.

As a warrior of the North Wind Tribe, he shamefully chose to retreat because he had to bring the news of the holy relics back to the tribe.

The North Wind Tribe is a small tribe of the Youtonheim people. Because the witch doctors in the tribe are good at magic tattoos, the tribe's life is quite acceptable, but there are still young warriors who are willing to prove their courage by robbing the sea.

The four of them are the best. They do not have their own plundering ships, and can only go out to sea with the ships of the large tribe. This time, when they were replenishing supplies in a small town near the sea, they found Vitoria passing by.

They recognized the [Slaying Charge] on the waist of the female warrior at a glance, which was a holy object in their tribe. However, a few years ago, the former patriarch died when he went to war with the large army of Youtonheim, and the holy objects of the tribe were also lost.

The tribal warriors who came back together said that they were attacked by the pirate Mama on the way back, and the warship where the patriarch was located was sunk at that time.

Since then, the soldiers of the North Wind Tribe have always regarded Mama's pirate group as their enemies, constantly bleeding and sacrificing, trying to find the holy object. Now this holy object appears on the territory of the Yutonheim people, and the opportunity is once a lifetime!

The warrior didn't bother to stop bleeding on his face, and smeared his face with him with his hand and hurried towards the tribe deep in the forest.

Vitoria was drinking medical alcohol in the dark, following behind the warrior. She was also interested in the North Wind Tribe. Maybe the other party had more shackle heads in her hands?

Taking a step back, the other party's magic tattoo also looks very good. Vitoria looked at her thighs and arms, as well as her expensive pectoralis major muscles, and felt that she could afford more tattoos than others.

A business that is reliable and profitable!

From beginning to end, the female warrior never considered how to negotiate with the other party. There was nothing that could not be solved by recklessness. If there were, then recklessness would be a few more recklessness and would definitely solve the problem!

When the female warrior was about to rely on recklessness to solve the problem, another group of equally tough women planned to do so.

Elizabeth's mother, in the Amazon tribe, was explaining to the Presbyterian Church for the last time why we should not use force against Gothrim.

In front of her were five old women whose wrinkles on their faces could be covered with quilts. They were once powerful Amazon warriors when they were young, but as time passed, strength and reason left them.
Chapter completed!