Chapter 464 119 Duel

In front of the escort convoy, in front of a fur shop that was vandalized.

Scattered furs were thrown all over the floor, many of which were burned and torn into pieces. An elderly woman was slumped on the ground, holding an ancient totem sculpture and constantly mumbling prayers.

The animal robe on her body was full of footprints and filth, and she had obviously been kicked and punched recently. Next to her, there were several boys and girls wearing traditional northern animal skin robes.

They protected the old woman in the center and glared at another group of teenagers dressed in Yunet style.

The other group of teenagers was much larger.

In their arms, they held some high-end furs that they had obviously snatched from the store. They were surrounded by a boy from the north who was wearing Yunite noble clothes and seemed to be a noble. They were looking proudly at the messy store and the people guarding them. Several boys and girls in front of the old woman.

"Gunnar, I say it again, return the goods you stole, compensate for the damage to the store, and apologize to Grandma Stella!"

In front of the young girl, a girl holding a dagger and dressed as a northern pirate was guarding the old woman. She looked at the proud noble boy and said coldly.

The noble boy chuckled, glanced disdainfully at the dagger in the girl's hand, and said:

"Astrid, don't think that because you have a brave father, I won't dare to do anything to you."

As he spoke, he saluted in the direction of Winterhold Castle in the distance and said proudly:

"His Majesty the Grand Duke has decreed that all the people living in Winterfort must abandon those ignorant beliefs and convert to the great God of Creation!"

"Those heretics who are stubborn and unwilling to convert will not be protected by Winterhold and will be forcibly expelled!"

As he spoke, he glanced at the totem sculpture in the old lady's hand and sneered:

"This old guy is still unwilling to give up his illusory hypocrisy, and we... just responded to His Majesty's call to expel these stubborn heretics."

"Bullshit! The Grand Duke's order is only for extraordinary people. You bastards are just interested in the furs in the store and are committing banditry!"

"You ungrateful fellows, have you forgotten who sold furs for the Linhai Tribe in Winterfort and delivered supplies to you!"

The girl said angrily.

After hearing the girl's scolding, the northern boy dressed as an aristocrat looked a little uncomfortable.

However, he glanced at the growing number of onlookers around him, and quickly became strong again, saying arrogantly:

"Of course I remember the help from Stella Fur Shop in the past, but that is all in the past. In the face of correct belief, these are not worth mentioning."

After saying that, the boy looked at the girl and chuckled:

"It's you, Astrid. I heard that your father has decided to accept His Majesty's conditions. Why are you standing up for the heretics now?"

"Could it be that...you are still stubborn and still believe in your ridiculous savior?"

"Hahahahaha..."

After hearing the noble boy's ridicule, the northern boys surrounding him burst into laughter.

"You bastard!"

The girl was furious, she raised her dagger and rushed towards the noble boy with a vigorous step.

The surrounding teenagers were slightly stunned and quickly whispered:

"Stop her! Protect Master Gunnar!"

However, the girl moved faster.

She shouted loudly, and the power surged from her body, kicking away the young men who came up to her one after another, until she was almost at the mercy of the noble boy.

Obviously, although the noble boy's side had more people, they were no match for the girl.

"Extraordinary! She...she is an extraordinary!"

Feeling the power on the girl, the boys who were kicked away let out bursts of exclamations.

Looking at the girl rushing towards him, the noble boy named Gunnar snorted coldly. He also drew out the northern dagger under his robe and started fighting with the girl named Astrid.

"bump!"

"Boom!"

The two fought back and forth.

Astrid didn't take a step back.

Gunnar, on the other hand, took three or four steps back before stopping.

A trace of blood gradually appeared on the young man's face. Gunnar raised his hand to lick the blood on his face, and his expression suddenly darkened.

"Gunnar, this is the price you pay for abandoning your glory. Your current strength cannot even beat me, a girl who has not yet entered the rank!"

Astrid pointed her dagger at Gunnar and taunted.

Gunnar's face became even more gloomy.

He narrowed his eyes, and the aura on his body gradually became dangerous.

However, at this moment, a rough scolding came from not far away:

"What are you kiddos doing? You're in front of a distinguished guest, why don't you disperse quickly!"

Hearing the scolding, the boys and girls all turned their eyes over, and soon saw the angry Isaac Cavalry, and the gloomy-looking Marquis Frankimir behind the cavalry.

"What happened?"

Marquis Frankimir glanced at the nearby shops, then at the young and girl confronting each other, and asked.

Gunnar immediately recognized the identity of Marquis Frankimir.

I saw him put down his dagger, bowed respectfully, and said:

"Lord Marquis, I am Gunnar, the son of the chief of the Linhai tribe. These pagans from the Free Tribe Alliance are obsessed with protecting the pagans in the city, and they have a conflict with us..."

"Bullshit! It's obviously you who robbed stores and insulted civilians!"

Astrid said angrily.

Marquis Frankimir looked at the girl and then at the boy.

His eyes wandered around the shop and the old woman, and he quickly realized what had happened.

There was a flash of hesitation in his expression, but he quickly calmed down and said coldly:

"I don't care what happened to you before, now all go back to your respective tribal stations! In front of Castel's guests, do you want others to see our jokes in the north!"

After hearing Marquis Frankimir's words, the young man responded respectfully, and then gave the girl a provocative smile.

Astrid became angrier.

Marquis Frankimir seemed to have reprimanded both parties, but what he actually did was to push the enemy aside.

"What? Do you have any dissatisfaction?"

Marquis Frankimir glanced at the stubborn girl and said coldly.

Astrid's lips tightened.

She glanced at the flags of the Castel family and the Holy Royal Court flying behind the team, and then at the taunting young man in front of her, clenching her fists slightly.

Then, amid a series of exclamations, she suddenly slashed her palm with a dagger, tore off a corner of her robe, dipped it in blood and threw it in front of the young man:

"Gunnar of the Linhai Tribe, I, Astrid of the Free Tribe Alliance, challenge you with honor in the name of the Glory of the North!"

Seeing this scene, Marquis Frankimir suddenly became angry:

"Bastard! Astrid! Do you think I dare not imprison you! Guard! Take her down and put this heretic in a cell in the castle!"

After listening to Marquis Frankimir's order, the guards were about to take action, but a gentle voice suddenly sounded from behind:

"Your Majesty, please wait a moment."

Hearing this voice, Marquis Frankimir's anger immediately subsided. He turned around and looked at Sebastian who had already walked over, looking a little embarrassed:

"I'm sorry... Sir Sebastian, our children in the north are a little ignorant of etiquette and made you laugh."

"It doesn't matter. In fact, I really appreciate your country's warlike folk customs."

Sebastian waved his hand, and then looked at the confronting boy and girl with interest.

Especially young girls.

The first time he looked at the girl, he almost recognized her appearance.

It was one of the lost believers who was transformed by His Majesty the True Ancestor when he issued the oracle, and he was also the one who ordered him to contact him.

This world is really small. He was originally thinking about how to cleverly use the resources of the northern nobles to find targets, but he didn't expect that he would bump into them shortly after entering Winterfort.

Thinking of this, Sebastian looked at the shop and the old woman not far away.

His eyes paused on the totem sculpture in the old woman's arms.

The totem sculpture looked very familiar to him, mainly because it was so similar to the holy emblem crowned by the True Ancestor. It looked like a half-obliterated thorn rose.

Sebastian understood almost immediately.

Perhaps these were the lost believers that the True Ancestor asked him to look for.

The reason why these people are lost is probably because they have lost the real holy symbol in the long history and cannot establish contact with the gods.

His eyes wandered around everyone, and finally stopped on the girl.

The girl looked stubborn and stared at him.

Sebastian could clearly sense the girl's strength.

The girl's strength is not bad. She looks like she is no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, but she is only one step away from entering the advanced level. She may only need an opportunity to advance. At this age, she is already a pretty good potential stock.

Of course, it cannot be compared with the True Ancestor Mianxia.

And his personality is a bit too reckless and impulsive.

Not only that, the way the other person looked at him was not quite right either.

Sebastian could see the girl's emotions in her eyes.

Anger, hostility, vigilance...

Anyway, it's all negative and not a single positive.

Sebastian touched his nose and could roughly guess why.

I'm afraid, they regard him as the "lackey" of the Holy Royal Court.

He wasn't angry at all.

On the contrary, I was a little happy.

Obviously, there are still many lost believers in the North who have firm beliefs. All they need is to reestablish contact with the True Ancestor.

Thinking of this, Sebastian withdrew his gaze, looked at Marquis Frankimir, and said with a smile:

"Your Majesty the Marquis, just now... was it a Northern Honor Challenge similar to the Yunet Knight Duel, right?"

Marquis Frankimir nodded subconsciously, then hesitated and shook his head:

"It's just children's nonsense."

"Haha, Your Majesty the Marquis, I see this girl's expression, but she seems to be serious. As far as I know, the Northern Honor Challenge is a battle in which Northern warriors risk all their glory. Since she has made a choice, no matter her age, And gender, I think has to be respected as well.”

Sebastian said.

After saying that, he looked at Astrid and asked gently in her alert and surprised eyes:

"Your... name is Astrid, right? What do you want to stake when you want to challenge him for Northern Honor?"

Astrid looked at Gunnar, who looked ugly, and said:

"If I win, I want him to apologize to Grandma Stella and compensate for all the losses to the store!"

"Then...what if you lose?"

Sebastian asked again.

The girl said:

"If I lose, I will not continue to dwell on this matter."

Sebastian nodded, and then looked at Marquis Frankimir:

"Your Majesty the Marquis, look..."

Marquis Frankimir noticed Sebastian's interest.

He hesitated, looked at Gunnar, and said:

"Gunnar, are you willing to accept her challenge?"

Gunnar looked gloomy.

Rejecting a challenge of honor was an act of cowardice in the north, and he had no choice.

He gave the girl a cold look and said:

"I do, but... I want to change the bet. If I win, I want her to be my slave girl!"

After listening to Gunnar's words, Astrid's companions immediately glared at him, but they were stopped by the girl.

"Yes, but I also want to change the conditions. If I win, you will also become my slave!"

Astrid said calmly.

"Gunnar! Astrid! Don't go too far, you two!"

Marquis Frankimir said angrily.

"Lord Marquis, it doesn't matter. Since it was their decision, I think their choice should be respected."

Sebastian said with a smile.

Marquis Frankimir looked hesitant.

He knew that the two little bastards in front of him were the descendants of the chiefs of the big tribe. If they really became each other's slaves, there would be a series of troubles ahead.

However, just when he was hesitating to stop him, his expression suddenly changed slightly and he looked in the direction of the castle.

His ears twitched slightly, and the hesitation on his face disappeared instantly. He looked at the two people again and said:

"Well, since you insist, let's challenge it and proceed according to the ancient rules until one party leaves the challenge range or can no longer stand up."

With the order from Marquis Frankimir, the crowd quickly moved aside, leaving room for the Honor Challenge for Astrid and Gunnar.

Isaac's cavalry drew a circle around the two men. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the two men faced each other and raised their daggers.

Then, Astrid shouted loudly and rushed towards the boy.

"Bang!"

"Boom!"

"Qiang!"

The two fought together instantly.

Although they are both young, the strength of both sides is at the top level among their peers, and they were evenly matched for a while.

Sebastian watched the fight between the two with relish.

Even from his critical point of view, these northern boys and girls are considered to be quite powerful.

He compared the strength of the two with the demon hunting knights of Boulder. Well... they were much stronger than those trainee knights.

But obviously, the girl named Astrid has stronger strength.

This does not mean skills, but extraordinary power.

After a few rounds of fighting, Gunnar's speed obviously slowed down, and he was obviously unable to follow up, and he began to be beaten by Astrid.

Astrid's companions cheered, but there was silence on Gunnar's side.

but……

Is it really?

Sebastian looked meaningfully at the boy who was getting closer and closer to the border.

Blessed by the power of the Blood Familiar, and under the gaze of his scarlet eyes, there was a restless power brewing in Gunnar's body.

Just when Gunnar was about to leave the circle, a hint of ferocity flashed across his face and he let out an angry shout.

Light blue light spurted out from his body. Amid everyone's exclamations, his aura surged and he slapped the attacking girl to the ground with his backhand.

"boom--!"

With a loud roar, Astrid hit the ground directly and couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing the light blue power, Sebastian looked stunned, and then looked at Marquis Frankimir aside:

"Your Majesty the Marquis, if I admit my mistake correctly, this should be some kind of totem power, right?"

"Haha, it seems... this young man has not really converted to the Lord of God as he said!"

Seeing the light blue light, Marquis Frankimir's expression suddenly became ugly.

He snorted coldly and was about to stop challenging, but was stopped by Sebastian:

"Your Excellency, Marquis, please be patient. I think this girl has not given up yet. As for the power of the totem..."

Sebastian paused and said with a smile:

"No matter what method he used, before this honorable battle began, we didn't seem to have decided that they couldn't rely on the power of 'faith'."

After that, he looked at the challenge field again.

Challenge the field.

Astrid coughed and struggled to get up.

She clenched the dagger in her hand and looked at the young man with a mocking smile:

"Gunar..."

"Is this your 'conversion'?"