"Norris?"
Hearing this surna, the group of tribesn suddenly stirred up. Everyone unanimously gazed at the chief who fell in the snow, unknown whether he was dead or alive.
Because the chief has the sa surna as that na and from generation to generation, each generation of the chief used this surna!
But even so, this group of tribesn did not believe that the person in front of them may have anything to do with their chief.
Because he was too ugly!
What's wrong with that thinner-than-a-tree branch arms? What's wrong with that body that was not at all explosive! What happened to the biceps that were thicker than the waist of the woman outside? Also, the most critical thing was to have a face like those won. What the hell was that?
It's so ugly that they couldn't look directly at him, just like those outside won.
Although in the aesthetics of outsiders, he may be gorgeous But, in the eyes of this group of tribesn. No six-pack abs, biceps not as thick as the waist of a woman's waist, pectoral muscles were not as stiff as rocks were definitely ugly!
So they couldn't believe that the person in front of them and their clan leader have any relationship.
Is it his lover? Impossible! The chief has his own family and could not possibly find such an ugly person. Besides, even if the appearance was feminine, the voice was still an icy male voice, sounding like the cold wind blowing from the snowy mountains'
Just when this group of tribesn was in awe.
The clan leader Orna, who had fallen to the ground and was dying, suddenly said, "..Who? Lord Es has returned?" "You guysquicklyget out of the way!"
Since the chief has spoken, the tribesn certainly gave way but still wary and looking at the man. He didn't say much but walked straight up to the man, ignoring the surrounding tribesn who seed ready to pounce at any mont.
Looking at Orna, who had fallen to the ground and was dying, slling like burnt wood.
"I rember you. When I first saw you, you were just a little kid." He spoke in a flat tone to the tall man in front of him.
"To think thatin my lifetiI can still see Lord Es againmy lifeis worth it "
Orna said these words with such a harsh voice because his throat was damaged.
But the tone was respectful.
"So it really is master Es!!"
So of the tribesn who had finally passed their sixtieth birthday exclaid in excitent but imdiately covered his mouth, which caused the people around him to feel curious and began to ask in a low voice.
Why would this excessively young and ugly person in front of him make the chief so respectful?
"Who is he?"
Hearing this question, that elder answered in a low voice with a feeling of nostalgia and pride, "The pride of our entire Snow Mountain Tribe, he is the only saint of our Northern Snow Mountain Tribe! Clan Chief Orna is saved this ti."
Do we need to say more? The word saint was enough. Apart from the Dragon God, it was the only god' these tribesn worshipped.
Saint Esnoris!
Compared to the ethereal gods, He really existed in this realm. He ca from these snowy mountains and managed to obtain the position of the saint and reached the top. He was worshipped by all the tribes in the snowy mountains.
When the news spread, those tribesn fell to their knees, lowered their proud heads, even if so do not believe. However, the majesty of the gods was still inviolable in their eyes. The young boy in front of them is God!
The pinnacle of humans in this world, the saints!
"No, your life is not over. You should protect your people to the last mont. This is what the warriors of the northern tribes do."
The cold voice which could be heard by all of the tribesn who fell to their knees resounded inside their ears. He half squatted down. His hand touched Orna's charred body.
Can I live?'
Orna watched as the saint reached his hand to him. A glimr of hope surfaced from Orna's heart suddenly, he felt his blood began to speed up its flow. Seemingly uncontrollable power began to flow! The life force surging inside him was several tis more powerful than before.
Orna's charred black skin almost instantly began to fall off, which in turn grew new skin like a cocoon reborn from a butterfly's chrysalis.
With a light red aura surging, Orna was reborn!
"Heh heh," Orna opened his blurry eyes abruptly and breathed in the cold air from the snow while sitting up energetically! Feeling the pleasing life force in his body, even more, potent than before.
Orna turned his head to the youth beside him He stood up firmly, and as the chief, he fell to his knees, "Lord Es, welco back to this tribe. I will gratefully rescind my title as chief and present it to you."
"I don't need it." He gave a refusal with a still cold tone.
"But "
"I don't think I can do better than you at this position, Chief Orna." His silver pupils gazed at Orna without a trace of emotion, "You are very brave. Your people are also courageous, never retreat, never abandon their companions, always protect their hos. If it were , in the sa situation, I could not do these. So for the sake of this tribe, wise leader, please continue your leadership."
A speech so powerful which made Orna did not know how to retort, the uneasy feeling of being so close to the saint began to calm down, replaced by a wholehearted allegiance.
Almost everyone present felt the sa thing.
The saint in front of him did not seem to be like those rumored saints who have fled from the court of the gods, using their power to do whatever they wanted.
He was a selfless man, despite an appearance that made him seem unapproachable.
"Orna, take back to the tribe, the fall of the Court of the Gods, the invasion of the demons, the world has changed so much, I want to see if our tribe can hold out through this test, and also, I'm hosick."
The devil has been repelled. There was no reason to stay here!
Orna, the chief, ordered several people to stay behind the outpost. He took him along the cave dug out of this snow-capped mountain and walked to the depths of the snow-capped mountain.
And therein lies a city built inside a mountain.
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