Regnar took a closer look and saw his little friend...ah, bah, bah, bah! Although the little savage is young, he is quite courageous. Although he was attacked by two wolves, he did not show any fear, and he did not even ask for help from others.
In fact, it's not that he has the confidence to deal with these two wolves, it's just because the little savage knows that he can only rely on himself in this situation. Everyone else is facing their own enemies, and they can't help even if they want to. Therefore, you can only rely on yourself at this time.
He turned sideways to avoid the attack of one of the wolves. Because he was only twelve years old, his size was much smaller than other barbarians, but because of this, he was faster and more agile. You know, in the tribe, many adults can't catch up with him in terms of running!
The little savage swung his scimitar while turning sideways, and attacked the wolf's abdomen. He knew that was the weakest point of these beasts, and if he wanted to kill it, that was the best place to start.
"Pfft!"
The feeling of the blade cutting through the flesh spread from the handle to the palm of the hand, and the little barbarian was delighted. He knew that this attack was effective.
"Thanks to grandma for helping me sharpen my knife before leaving. My knife is very sharp! Grandma! Your son is very powerful!" the little barbarian thought with some pride.
But such trauma was not worth mentioning to the wolf, so the little savage rolled quickly again, preparing to pounce on the wolf when it was injured and tear open the wound on its belly.
But the other wolf didn't give him this chance. The beast seized the opportunity very accurately, and then jumped over and bit the little barbarian on the shoulder when he flew into the air.
The second wolf originally wanted to bite the little savage's throat, but the little savage realized the crisis in mid-air. He moved his body with difficulty, not exposing this fatal part to the wolf's kiss.
But even so, the white wolf still bit him on the shoulder. The beast didn't hesitate at all. It exerted force on both its upper and lower jaws at the same time, and then started tearing away desperately.
"Ah!!!!" The little barbarian yelled in pain, and then he burst out with his level four fighting spirit and punched the wolf directly in the abdomen with his right hand.
Poof! The wolf was successfully repulsed, but a large piece of tendon was torn out of the little savage's left shoulder. At this time, his left hand was limp, and it seemed that he might not be able to use it anymore without treatment.
"That child is in danger." Regnar was ready to take action. For him, the two wolves were just a problem he could solve with a wave of his hand.
But just when he was about to condense the shadow flying knife in his hand, Rego unexpectedly stopped him: "Wait a minute."
"What did you say?" Regnar thought he didn't hear clearly.
"I said." Rego's eyes moved, and then he said, "Wait a moment."
"Damn it! That child is going to die." Regnar looked very puzzled: "What are you waiting for?"
"Every barbarian survives the most severe test." Although Regner's eyes were not particularly good, Regnar could still see a chilling calmness and peace in those eyes. Indifferently, he said in a deep voice: "Don't prevent any barbarian from accepting the test. This is an insult to them."
"..." Regnar stared at Rego for two seconds, but finally decided to listen to his opinion. He scattered the Shadow Blade in his hand and muttered: "They are all your clansmen anyway, die. It’s none of my business.”
"Thank you." Rego unexpectedly thanked him.
Regnar rolled his eyes, and then continued to turn his attention to the little barbarian.
At this time, the little savage and the two wolves were in a brief confrontation. Both of them had suffered some injuries, so both parties were watching and judging at this time.
But smart people can see that the little barbarian is even more disadvantaged. Because one of his arms has been lost, although his right hand can still wield weapons, without the help of his left hand, his strength alone will be greatly reduced. If nothing unexpected happens, the result of another fight should be that the little barbarian loses.
The little savage was panting violently at this time. He needed a lot of oxygen to relieve his pain, and at the same time, it also allowed him to calmly think about what to do next.
For some reason, the little barbarian thought of the past two years at this critical moment.
He is the only son in the family, but his father accidentally died during hunting a year ago, leaving him and his mother alone. Even if there is a barbarian king in the tribe where he lives, in the eyes of barbarians, tribesmen without strength will not be regarded as companions. According to the regulations, the tribe will take care of this manless family for one year. Within one year, either the mother can find a man willing to take care of them, or the mother and son must prove to the tribe that they are worth enough to be worthy of their own food. If they can't do both, the tribe will expel them after one year and let them live on the ice and snow plateau.
Again, a barbarian without power has no meaning in existence.
In order to survive, the little savage had to join the hunting team two years earlier than his peers. I have to say that although this year's life was as thrilling as hell, it also gave him the best training.
Today's little barbarian is already a fourth-level warrior. He is two levels higher than the neighbor's child, and he is half a head taller. Although he is not the strongest among his peers, the little barbarian has received considerable praise in the tribe because of his rich practical experience. Looking at his grandma's proud smiling face, the little savage suddenly understood what his mother said to him when his father died.
"Don't cry, child." Although grandma was crying at the time, she stroked the little savage's dark hair very gently: "Do you know what is the second happiest thing for a woman?"
"I don't know..." The little barbarian wiped his tears at that time.
"That is to find a man who can make you proud." Grandma recalled her man's voice and smile, and then answered with a smile. Then, she asked: "Then do you know what is the happiest thing for a woman?"
"I don't know..." the little savage still answered.
"That's it." Grandma wiped the little barbarian's wet tears, and then smiled gently: "That's to have a son who can make you proud."
To this day, the memory of grandma’s gentle smiling little savage is still fresh in her mind. It was precisely because of that smiling face, that smiling face that contained pain but was still as warm and gentle as the sun, that touched the deepest part of the little savage's heart. The little barbarian seemed to be a different person from that day on. He worked hard to hone his muscles, practice combat skills, and do everything he could.
Because, no matter what, he wanted to protect his grandma's smiling face. No matter what, he wants to make his grandma proud and make her feel that she is the happiest woman in the world! He, Zaire, wants to make his mother the happiest woman in the world. Even if he spends his life, he must do this!
And then the little savage discovered that he had actually done it. He was now one of the few children in the tribe who joined the hunting team under the age of thirteen. No! It's a man! He must become a man, a man who can support his mother and this family!
Every time he returns, the little savage will look for his grandma in the hunting party. Because every time this time, my mother would look at him with the proudest smile, and then proudly say to people around her, whether she knew him or not, "Look! That's my son Zaire, and he only has He’s only twelve years old, but he’s already a very reliable man!”
He felt that that was not only the happiest time for his mother, but also the happiest time for him.
So... in order to protect that smiling face, in order to keep my grandma happy. How could he lose? How can you lose? How can you lose! ! ! !
"Ah!!!!" The little barbarian let out a childish roar as if he was going crazy, and then Regnar noticed that his exposed skin began to turn slightly red.
"Eh? Go crazy?" Regnar was stunned. He still remembered that the research report given to him by the Palace Mage Association once said that once a barbarian warrior enters a state of madness that ignores pain, has no mercy, and has no reason, a very The obvious characteristic is that the skin begins to turn red. And once they can do this, the barbarian warrior can add the word "mad" to themselves. This is also the difference between a warrior and a berserker.
"Didn't you expect to master madness at the age of twelve? If he could survive, he might really become a good warrior." Rego said with a bit of appreciation in his tone.
"So can we help him now?" Regnar asked.
"No." Rego still shook his head: "His trial has not been completed yet. Our ancestors told us that the trial must be completed alone."
"Isn't it just hunting..." Regnar frowned, but still did not go against Rego's intention.
"Haha!" the little savage shouted, and then he rushed towards the two wolves. He raised high the scimitar that was sharpened by his grandmother, the scimitar left by his father, and then used all his strength to He struck at the wolf with an injured abdomen.
The wolf narrowly avoided the little barbarian's chops. It originally wanted to run away, but the pain from the abdominal wound made the beast pause. The little savage, full of fighting instincts, immediately seized this opportunity.
Ignoring the pain, he was finally able to use his left hand. The little savage grabbed the wolf's tail and pulled it in front of him.
"Ouch!" The wolf's tail was almost broken by the little barbarian's strong force. It let out a scream, then opened its big mouth and pounced on the little barbarian.
But this time the little savage did not choose to dodge. He grabbed its upper and lower jaws with both hands with amazing accuracy.
"drink!"
With a loud roar, the little savage actually tore the wolf's mouth in half with both hands. Although there were several scratches on his hands from his teeth, such injuries were not worth mentioning to the little savage. But at this time the wolf was already dead.
"Watch your back!" Regnar couldn't help but remind him, even though speaking in common language to a barbarian in such a chaotic situation would have no effect at all.
But maybe Regner's reminder really worked. After tearing open the wolf's mouth, the little barbarian immediately turned over his scimitar, and then sent the scimitar in when the wolf was still half a meter away from his throat. Inside the second wolf's growing mouth.
"Beautiful!" Regnar couldn't help but admired.
Perhaps because both enemies were dead, the red color on the little barbarian's skin gradually faded away, and his eyes became clear again.
Looking at the corpses of the two wolves, the little savage knew that he seemed to have succeeded again this time.
"Hey!!!" The little savage shouted proudly.
But before his shouting ended, a white shadow suddenly flashed across, and then the little savage felt a sharp pain in his throat. Not long after, some kind of warm liquid slowly flowed down his neck. Go down...