This foreign "big man" opened his hood, took off his wolf head mask, and smiled slightly.
The sense of danger in everyone's hearts disappeared like smoke blown away by the wind.
"I am a wandering pastor. I passed by by chance, hoping that I did not disturb everyone!"
The old pastor Falken, excitedly, greeted him.
"Welcome, welcome your distinguished guests!"
Falken led the wandering pastor to everyone and sat down. The old pastor kept delivering barbecue and ale to his hands.
Everyone respected the old Pastor Falken and welcomed the guests he recognized.
But ashamed of the fear that I had just felt, I toasted harder.
It seems that only by drinking this person down can we recover the pride of the warrior in our hearts.
Like Lynn, he refused everyone, whether it was barbecue or ale.
The big mouth looked like a bottomless abyss, and no matter how much wine was poured in, it could not be filled.
After drinking it, I still curled my lips as if I didn't feel it tasted.
Lynn was not happy at this time.
It’s not delicious to have sex for free, right?
Come on, today I will let you know what the Day of Destruction is that I can’t die.
He picked up two barrels of ale and walked to the man, sat down, handed him a bucket and said, "Come on, let's compete! Let's see who lie down first!"
The man laughed, "Okay, then let's compete!"
The two of them each had a bucket of wine, pulled out the plug, picked up the barrel, and drank it at the barrel with a "gulp"...
The soldiers cheered around them. Although Lynn was also their target of getting drunk, they chose to cheer for Lynn in comparison.
I hope he can destroy this foreign "big man"
After a while, the two of them drank a whole bucket of ale in one breath.
With a "bang", the two of them put down their empty barrels at the same time and looked at each other.
"Come again!"
"Bjorn, go get the wine again," the old pastor Falken smiled,
The two of them drank three barrels of ale in a row, but in Lin N's view, the foreign pastor opposite was still clear and he couldn't see any alcohol. He thought he had seen a ghost.
This barrel of wine costs at least 30 kilograms. If you add it, you may have to spend more than 100 kilograms. After drinking it, you don’t even have any reaction. How many stomachs do you have?
"Bjorn, go get the wine again." The old pastor Falken still smiled, even happier than he had just smiled!
The old pastor didn't feel sorry for the wine, but Lin Neng felt a little sad.
These wines are treasured by the tribe. The tribe does not produce them. They are all exchanged. If you drink a little, you will have a little less.
It would be fine if the wandering pastor could be poured down, but now it seems that the wine in the tribe is not much different from water to him, so the wandering pastor can no longer be wasted.
"No more than drinking." Lynn threw the barrel next to him.
The wandering pastor nodded and said, "Okay, no matter how much you drink such wine, you will not be able to drink it. Next time I invite you to drink honey wine from our specialty. I will ensure that after you drink it, you will never be able to drink these wines."
Lin En said unconvincedly: "Don't brag first! You are not small, let's compare your strength! I'll tell you if you win."
The wandering pastor waved his hand and said, "I watched your battle last night, and I don't need to compete anymore,"
"It's time for me to leave Lynn. I'm here today for you. Now it seems that you can't only fight but also drink. This is great. You are indeed a qualified Fenris Warrior!"
"I invite you to Asahem, beside the Wolf King, and become a warrior in the sky!"
"Would you like to go with me?"
The wandering pastor's very straightforward words seemed like a thunder! It made the whole banquet silently!
All the tribe members opened their eyes wide and looked at the priest in a daze.
What did this priest just say? Asahem? The warrior of the sky?
So, is this giant an angel? The whole banquet suddenly became turbulent.
However, in everyone's hot eyes, Lin Neng shook his head and said:
"Don't go!"
"Why?" Falken asked anxiously.
"This is the ultimate dream of every warrior, and now it's on your hands, why do you refuse?"
Lynn's unexpected refusal made it impossible for everyone to understand.
But he said seriously:
"Didn't it mean there will be an angel's lead?"
"Don't angels should all be beautiful and beautiful, and have big white wings?"
"Look at the strong man with muscles in front of me, how could he look like an angel?"
The old pastor Falken said anxiously:
"What are you talking about? How could you have such a strange understanding? Angels are warriors around God. Of course, they should be tall and strong when fighting for God!"
Lin En looked at the old pastor in a daze,
He believed Falken would not lie to him.
So, is this strong man in front of you really an angel? an angel that looks so strong that he is inhuman?
At this time the wandering pastor smiled,
"Haha, in many worlds, people do call us angels, but they are angels of death! We only bring death to the enemies of mankind!"
"Of course, I hope you think about the risks, not everyone who goes to Asahem is qualified to be a Sky Warrior,"
"On the contrary, you have to go through countless difficulties and countless tests. Even Fenris's most fearless warriors can pass, and most of them fall halfway."
"Now, give me your answer, Lynn!"
"Would you like to follow me to Asahem!"
Everyone looked at Lynn, and the envy in his eyes almost melted people.
Dreams are right in front of you, what else can you hesitate about?
Lynn looked at his taskbar and wanted to complete the task, he must go.
but……
"Can you leave two days later?"
"Why" the foreign pastor is a little puzzled,
In the past, all the soldiers he invited agreed ecstatically, wishing they could set off immediately.
Lynn returned:
"I also need to help the tribes build houses for winter!"
"No, it doesn't need to be so, that's a small matter," said the Chief Kent anxiously; "Lynn, you should let go of all this now and set out immediately to pursue the highest glory of a Fenris warrior. What are the few houses compared to it?"
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Lynn shook his head and said, "Of course I hope to go to Asahem, but I have to finish the work before going."
The tribe has just settled on the island, and he hopes to set out again after everything is stable, which can be regarded as his reward for the tribe's adoption.
"Yes, our warriors all come out of their own tribes and will never forget their origins," the priest nodded and agreed.
"And, once you leave this time, you will never be allowed to come back. Before leaving, you can say goodbye to the tribesmen."
"I'll pick you up in three days."
After the priest said that, he waved to the sky.
After a while, a "star" in the sky emitted brighter and brighter light, falling rapidly towards the island!
The roar of jet turbines echoed between the rock walls and peaks of the valley.
It turned out to be an aircraft!
Lynn actually saw an aircraft in this extremely primitive world!
This made him wonder what kind of world he had come to?
The flight trajectory disturbed the sky, and after passing an extremely sharp trajectory, it hovered not far away.
The pastor nodded to Lynn and was about to leave.
Bjorn shouted anxiously,
"Can I go? I want to be a warrior in the sky, too!"
Bjorn's face turned red after shouting, but he still stood straight, staring at the priest in front of him without squinting.
The pastor looked back at the fat little Bjorn in surprise, smiled and asked
"Why do you want to be a warrior in the sky?"
Bjorn shouted: "I hope I can have a strong belief!"
"That's not enough," the priest shook his head.
"Every Fenris warrior has an extremely firm belief,"
"Do you have any specialties?"
The little fat man hesitated for a moment and whispered
"I, I'm very edible! Is that OK?"
Lin En covered her forehead with a snap, thinking to herself, how could this be counted?
"Haha, of course this can be counted!"
Chapter completed!