The patriarch's commanding tone made the guards dare not speak too much, so they hurried out and asked someone to repair the damaged tent.

After the guard left, Siphrey sat in the chair weakly. Yafievi's strength made him feel desperate. Since they could kill Homran silently, they could also kill themselves silently.

If there is no legend, Sandonal will be wiped out by the Kingdom of Rowe from Nord Hill's map.

Siphrey's eyes shining, thinking about whether there was a glimmer of hope.

But he found that unless surrendering for the mercy of the enemy, the barbarians would have no chance. If surrender could fight for the barbarians' power to survive, Siphrey would not mind surrendering, but the question was that the kingdom of Rowe would forgive the barbarians?!

The thousands of years of invasion of the barbarians made the Luowei people hate the barbarians to the core, and they wished they could chew their bones and drink their blood.

Looking from the perspective of others, Siphrey did not think that the Loways would let the barbarians go. The best result of surrender was to become slaves, severely exploited and abused by the Loways, men became miners, gladiators, women..., it would be better to die than to do so.

Suddenly, he remembered a secret recorded in Sandonal's history, and a last glimmer of hope ignited in his heart.

"Homur!"

The captain of the guard hurried into the tent.

"What are the instructions of the clan leader!"

"I'm going out, if I can't come back tomorrow."

After a pause, Siphrey sighed.

"Then the barbarians will be finished. Let the tribes scatter and escape."

Without waiting for the captain of the guard to react, Siphrey rushed out of the tent and ran towards the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Alans.

...

The witch leading the way was holding a broken oil lamp in her hand. The light of the oil lamp dispelled the mist in the air, and Siphre followed behind the silent witch.

Outside the lighting range of the oil lamp, there was a vast white area, and the worries of Sifrey didn't know where he was.

Finally, the witch stopped, stood by a door covered with ice blue patterns, and made a gesture of asking for help.

Siphrey took a deep breath and pushed open the door of the cold ice that was as cold as ever.

In the gate is a beautiful rotunda hall, with precious sapphires, but here are just materials for paving, and the surrounding walls are also inlaid with colorful magic gems.

The most exaggerated thing is that a huge snowflake pattern is inlaid in the center of the floor of the hall, which is composed of precious legendary snow demon cores.

At this time, Siphrey was not in the mood to appreciate the luxury of the hall. There was a throne high above and different in the six corners of the snowflake pattern.

He walked to the center of the snowflake pattern and bowed to the throne facing the gate, the figure who couldn't see clearly.

"The barbarians pray for your protection! Lord Lilith!"

The Extreme Cold Witch - Lilith!

The helm of the Northland Witch Council!

This woman who has been threatening North Hill for thousands of years!

If it weren't for the ancient books, how could Siphrey have thought that he was actually a barbarian?
Chapter completed!