Neris tore off the leg of the pheasant and handed it to Salin. The steaming grease dripped down and drifted in the cold air. The demon wolves didn't dare to come forward. Neris threw a few more pieces of jerky, and the demon wolves fought for the jerky.
Salin held the chicken leg and opened his mouth to bite. Suddenly, there was a violent tearing sound in the air. A weapon broke through the air and went straight for Salin's hand.
Salin was also a bit careless. After he and Neris started the bonfire, he didn't use his mental power to explore the surroundings. In this icy and snowy land, and with the demon wolves patrolling around, Salin never thought that there would be an ambush.
But he was no longer the low-level mage from before. When this weapon flew over, there was a violent explosion in the air. It was clear how fast it was. Salin didn't panic. He just pointed with his finger, and an ice arrow appeared out of thin air. With a whoosh, it hit the incoming weapon.
Salin's magic gesture control was excellent. The ice arrow accurately hit the back of the weapon, knocking the flying weapon to the side. With a bang, it sank into a towering tree.
"Neris, you already noticed someone, didn't you?" Salin didn't get angry. Just now, even if he didn't make a move, with Neris's ability, she could have intercepted this weapon.
Neris laughed. She didn't feel that the ambusher was dangerous, so she didn't remind Salin. She also wanted to see how Salin's ability was now.
The flying weapon was knocked away by the ice arrow and sank halfway into the tree. It was a rough stone axe.
"Come out!" Salin used his finger to point in the direction where the stone axe had flown from. There was a depression filled with snow there. The person lying in ambush had thrown the stone axe into the snow. Now, it was impossible to hide it.
"Hey …"
A deep voice rang out, and a savage crawled out from the depression. This man's leather clothes were incomparably rough. He was sturdy and carried a two-meter-long bow on his back. Salin looked at the savage's beard. It probably hadn't been cleaned for a few months, and his face couldn't be seen clearly.
"Savage? Do you speak the common language? "Salin asked in the common language.
"Are you a mage?" The savage stood up straight and didn't take off the longbow on his back. But his reply was in Myles.
Salin pointed at his magic robe and asked, "Why did you attack me?"
Barbarian is a general term, with a complex lineage, not as pure as Caucasians. This race lived far away from human cities and lived an extremely primitive life. The barbarians did not trade with merchants from any countries and would only occasionally meet adventurers. Although the barbarians weren't as large as the Caucasians, they were also an intelligent race that could speak many languages. Because the priests of the barbarians had died out in the Third Dynasty, they did not form any forces and gradually declined.
Barbarians in decline would not dare to attack mages, which was why Salin asked this question.
"You … are not from the Church?"
"The Vatican?" Salin shuddered, and the little bit of pride he had accumulated in his heart dissipated. There were actually people from the Church here!
"I am the number one magician of the Bitter Water Prefecture. Barbarian, you must apologize for your actions just now." Salin looked at this sturdy fellow. Just by relying on his physical strength, he was able to unleash such great power with the stone axe. If a Magic Shield was used to block the stone axe, any Magician below the third rank would be killed in one hit.
The tree that the stone axe had pierced was as hard as steel, and a weapon that deviated from its flight path could cut through it. That required a lot of inertia.
The barbarian looked at the man and woman and hesitated. The two clearly did not take his attack to heart. He wanted to try again, but the older generation had all warned him not to provoke mages.
That young mage was indeed very powerful. With just a movement of his finger, he knocked away his stone axe.
He did not know that Salin had gained this ability through years of practice. Salin and Rex had been using low-level spells to counter each other's attacks. Salin had already calculated the trajectory of the stone axe the moment it flew out. He had only pushed the stone axe with an ice arrow behind its center of gravity. This was purely a technique. Otherwise, Salin would not have been able to knock away a stone axe so easily.
Although the barbarian's stone axe was not exquisite, Salin was surprised by its material. The axe head was polished out of obsidian, and the handle was wrapped with the tendons of magical beasts. There was only a hole on six sides. An axe like this had not been used by the people of the empire for tens of thousands of years. It could only be seen in some ruins.
Because of the material, a crude hand axe could break most low-level magic shields.
"You have to prove that you are not from the Vatican," the barbarian said stubbornly after thinking for a while.
Salin was amused and asked, "How do I prove it?"
The barbarian was also a little dazed. He did not know what Salin could do to prove that he was not from the Vatican.
"Master, why are you wasting time with him? Just capture him and ask him." Neris was a little impatient. This barbarian was very strong, but he was still a distance away from Sicar. As for battle skills, the barbarian was obviously not as good as the Caucasian.
Neris used Myers. She was learning more and more languages now, and it was not a problem for her to disguise as someone from any country. The barbarian became irritated after hearing Neris' words. He reached behind his back and took out his longbow.
This was a compound bow. Although it was not as powerful as the alchemy crossbow, it was still very powerful at close range. Moreover, the barbarian's arrowhead was also from the Black Key. No magic shield or divine spell could block it.
"This won't do." Salin flipped his hands and threw away the pheasant's leg. The snow under the barbarian's feet formed a huge whirlpool, binding the barbarian's body. The longbow left his hand, and the barbarian cried out loudly, scaring the wolves into running away. In this area, barbarians were at the top of the food chain. The wolves were afraid of them.
Salin's mutated binding spell couldn't last long, and he didn't want to kill this barbarian, so he nodded at Nelis. Nelis understood, took out a rope, and tied up the barbarian who couldn't move.
Salin came in front of the barbarian. Neris pressed the barbarian to the ground, and the barbarian immediately became obedient. He found that the woman in snow-white fur was extremely strong. Just a press on his shoulder made his whole body numb. He did not last a second before he was pressed to the ground.
"Now that you are my captive, there is no need to apologize. I have to ask you a few things. If you do not answer, I will feed you to the wolves. "Salin looked down at the barbarian. This barbarian's skin was not rough, but he had too much beard. His face was dignified, and he gave off the vibe of a high-level warrior.
"First, is there someone from the Holy See here?"
"Yes."
"Then tell me, who is it from the Holy See?"
"I don't know." The barbarian answered very quickly, but his brain was obviously not flexible.
"Master, why don't I ask?" Neris licked her lips, looking like she had seen her prey.
Salin hurriedly waved his hand to refuse. Those who were asked by Neris could not be saved even by God. It was not a good thing for the Holy See to appear nearby. He had not settled down yet, and if he was discovered by the Holy See, it might attract more mages and knights.
The Holy See would not send people to this barren land for no reason, because there was no intelligent life here except for barbarians. If they wanted to preach, it would be better to go to Scotia. Although Scotia only believed in money, there would occasionally be people who would fall into the arms of the God of Light.
If not for preaching, did the Holy See have their eyes on this land?
Salin already saw the land in the north as his own, so of course he would not share it with the Holy See.
"What did the people from the Holy See do?" Salin thought of a more understandable question and let the barbarian answer.
"They were capturing slaves." This time, the barbarian answered quickly.
"Slaves?"
"Many of our people were captured." The barbarian answered, a little depressed. He was now a slave, and if he was captured by a mage, his fate would be the same as being captured by the Holy See.
"How many barbarians are there here?"
"There used to be a few thousand, but it has been decreasing in the past two years. Now there are only about a hundred."
Barbarians were different from Caucasians. Every one of them was a warrior, regardless of age or gender. A barbarian was considered an adult at the age of fourteen, and could already fight with low-level magical beasts. What did the Holy See capture so many barbarians for? To preach to barbarians?
"What's your name?"
"Conan."
"Conan, I am a mage, and I do not need slaves. But you have offended me, so you need to compensate me. Do you agree?"
Barbarian Conan nodded. He had only tried to attack Salin because he saw that he was wearing a long robe and looked like someone from the Holy See. But now that he was captured, he could only accept his fate no matter who it was. Barbarians did not believe in any gods, nor did they have much persistence. Most of them would willingly become slaves after being captured.
"Alright then, Conan, let's sign a contract." Salin said as he took out a blank scroll. This barbarian's fighting ability was not bad. Although not as good as Shika and Neris, he would be much stronger than the pirates if he could provide some high-level equipment. Such a simple-minded person would be a good follower.
After writing the scroll skillfully, Salin asked Barbarian Conan to write his name on it with blood. The scroll turned into ashes in a ball of fire. This proved that the spell was effective, and the barbarian could not play any tricks.
"Neris, let him go. Take your weapons and let's go back." Salin did not want to stay here any longer. The people from the Holy See were nearby. If they bumped into them, Salin did not have much confidence. If there was a deacon like Picasso and some monks, it would be a fierce battle.
After seeing the strange skills of the Black Deacon, Salin did not dare to underestimate them. He hurried back to the camp. The three Undead Kings were there. Even if the Oracle came personally, he might not be able to do anything to the three Undead Kings.
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