Unfathomable Doomsday

"Noris?"

Hearing this surname, the group of tribal people suddenly became agitated.

Everyone in unison turned their gazes to the patriarch who was lying in the snow, life and death unknown.

Because the patriarch of their clan has this surname, and it has been passed down from generation to generation, and the patriarch of each generation uses this surname!

But even so, this group of tribesmen did not believe anyway, the person in front of them might have something to do with their patriarch.

There is no other reason, it looks too ugly!

What's up with this arm that's thinner than a tree branch? What's up with that body that doesn't have any explosive power at all! ? How is it that there are no biceps thicker than the waist of a woman outside? Also, most importantly, what's the matter with having the same face as those women outside?

It's so ugly that you can't look directly at it, it's exactly the same as those outside women.

Although in the aesthetic view of outsiders, he may be very beautiful, but... in the eyes of this group of tribesmen.

A woman without six-pack abs, biceps not as thick as an outsider's waist, and a rock-like pectoral muscle is definitely ugly!

So they couldn't be sure what the person in front of them had to do with their patriarch.

Could it be a little lover? impossible! It is impossible for the patriarch of my family to find such an ugly woman... Besides, no matter how feminine she looks, the voice is still a cold male voice, it sounds like the cold wind blowing from the snow-capped mountains...

Just when this group of tribesmen were in doubt.

"A...s...who? Lord Ace... is back?" Orna, the patriarch who was lying on the ground and was dying, said suddenly: "You...quick...get out of the way!"

Now that the patriarch spoke, the group of tribesmen of course got out of the way, but they still looked at the man vigilantly.

He didn't say much, he just walked straight in front of this man, ignoring the tribesmen who were holding their weapons tightly, as if they were about to pounce on him at any time.

He looked at Orna, who was dying on the ground, exuding a blackened smell.

"I remember you. When I first saw you, you were just a child." No matter how he looked, he looked very young, but he spoke to the tall man in a flat tone.

"Unexpectedly...in my lifetime...I can see Master Ace again...my life...is worth it..."

These words almost escaped from Orna's throat.

But his tone showed respect for the young man with silver hair and silver eyes.

"It's...it's Lord Ace!!" Finally, some of the tribe's seniors who were over sixty years old, but still physically strong, exclaimed, but immediately covered their mouths, which caused the surrounding people to panic. Out of curiosity, he began to ask in a low voice.

Why did the patriarch respect so much for this young and ugly person in front of him.

"who is he."

When hearing this question, the senior answered in a low voice with nostalgia and pride.

"The pride of our entire Snow Mountain Tribe, he is the only saint in our Northern Snow Mountain Tribe! Patriarch O'Nar was saved this time."

Need I say more? The word sage is enough, besides Dragon God, the only "god" enshrined by the Snow Mountain Tribe

Saint, Ace Norris!

Compared with the illusory gods, he who really existed, walked out of this snow mountain, and obtained the title of saint. He who climbed to the top was worshiped by all the tribes in the snow mountain.

When the news spread, those tribesmen knelt down on the ground one after another, and lowered their proud heads. Even if they didn't believe it, the majesty of the gods was still inviolable. In their eyes, the young boy in front of him was god!

The top group of people in this world, saints!

"No, your life is not over yet, and it's not worth it. You should protect your people to the last moment. This is what the warriors of the northern tribes do."

The cold voice explained everyone's heartfelt thoughts. He squatted down halfway, and touched Orna's scorched black body with his hand, and felt his life that was gradually passing away.

Can I... survive? Seeing the God whom he believed in and was so proud of, Orna had a glimmer of hope.

This glimmer of hope is beginning to be seen!

Life, strength!

Orna suddenly felt the blood in his body start to flow faster, as if it started to flow uncontrollably! The vitality surging inside is several times stronger than before.

The scorched skin on the surface of Orna began to fall off almost instantly, and new skin grew out of it again, like a chrysalis reborn from its cocoon.

Under the surging light red aura, Orna was reborn!

"Haha..." Orna suddenly opened his blurry eyes, breathed in the cold air from the snow, and sat up abruptly at the same time! Feel the joyful vitality in the body, even stronger than before.

Orna turned his head to the young man who could be described as petite compared to himself.

He stood up resolutely, and as the patriarch, he fell to his knees on the ground.

"Master Ace, welcome your return, the position of patriarch..."

"I don't need it." He refused in his still cold tone.

"this……"

"I don't think I can take this position better than you, Patriarch Orna." His silver eyes stared at Orna without a trace of emotion: "You are brave, and so are your clansmen. Back down, never abandon one's companions, always protect one's homeland, if it were me, I would not be able to do these things under the same circumstances."

"So even if it's for this tribe, wise leader, please continue to lead."

After saying these words, Orna didn't know how to refute them. At the same time, the fear and uneasiness he felt about the power of this saint began to calm down, replaced by a kind of wholehearted devotion.

It was pretty much the same thought for everyone else present.

The saint in front of him does not seem to be like those rumors, the existence that escaped from the court of the gods, lost in his own power and did whatever he wanted.

He's a peaceful guy, despite his unapproachable appearance.

"Olna, take me back to the tribe, the fall of the court of the gods, the invasion of demons, the world has changed too much, I want to see if our tribe can survive this test, and, I miss home gone."

The demons have been repulsed, there is no reason to stay here!

As the patriarch, Orna ordered a few people to be behind the frontier.

He took him along the cave dug out of this snow mountain, and walked all the way to the depths of this snow mountain.

And there, like a world of paradise, quietly appeared in front of his eyes.