Chapter 100 Barbarians in the Suburbs

Snow Eagle, the largest bird in the other world, has a white crest on its head, a wingspan five times the length of its body, and sharp talons that can easily cut through stone. It is uninterested in any weak species, and its most primal instinct is to soar through the sky.

No one in this world has eyes sharper and more terrifying than a snow eagle.

Snow Eagle will see through everything; if Snow Eagle has seen Mora, then Mora must be there.

The Gates of Hell could not be located precisely; they appeared on a hillside dozens of kilometers outside Hyperion.

Mia tamed a snow eagle in an extremely short period of time to keep them informed.

At the foot of the hill is a polar tribe.

A small dog was curled up sleeping by the door when it was suddenly awakened by a wooden stake that had been pulled from the ground. Four outsiders had entered the tribe, and one of them was leaning lazily against the sharpened stake, not wanting to take another step.

Another person picked up the frightened dog with slender hands, and the dog quickly calmed down.

“Biris, it says everyone in the village has gone out hunting.” Mia patted the puppy’s head.

"You can understand animal language?"

"Elves are born with the ability to communicate with animals, and taming pets is an area where elven scouts excel."

"You need a large, combat-ready pet."

"That would attract too much attention."

Mia smiled and let the puppy go, but the puppy refused to leave and rubbed against Mia's legs.

“It likes you.” Lisa walked forward and wanted to pet the puppy too.

The puppy saw the demon and ran away in terror.

Billis grinned crookedly and said, "Ha! It doesn't like Fire Girl."

Lisa pinched him from behind. Sometimes, this man who couldn't understand the atmosphere really made her unable to stand him.

In the distance, icebergs meet the clear blue sky, which resembles the sea, and a white ice petal falls from the sky.

It's going to snow again.

Residents returned one after another, carrying large prey into the village. One of the bear spirits was clearly injured, its skin torn by wild beasts, lying in a cage as if it had been tortured on a torture device.

Most of the people in the tribe were bear spirits, and they left the wounded aside to attend to their own business.

The skin on the wounded man's thigh had turned gray. While his companions were scattering, he put a few pieces of ice lizard meat into his mouth, but immediately spat it out. He tilted his head back high and gripped his neck hard with his fingers, as if he wanted to tear the pieces of meat apart.

He was in so much pain that he couldn't eat, but the people in the tribe didn't care.

Billis asked a female bear spirit who was gathering firewood, "Why don't you get him a doctor?"

The female bear spirit sized up the other party, clearly not liking the outsider: "The tribe only has warriors who don't get sick, we don't need doctors."

After a moment's pause, Billy asked again, "Are your soldiers never injured?"

The female bear spirit proudly said, "There are only tribesmen who died in battle, not tribesmen who were conquered by pain."

"He will die."

"Then let him die!" The female bear spirit raised her voice, which echoed in the empty camp. "He will freeze and rot underground, becoming food for the snow eagles. That will be his greatest honor."

"A bunch of barbarians!"

The wounded in the cage increasingly resembled dying ghosts.

The four agents found an abandoned cellar in the southeast corner of the tribe and spent the night there.

The next day, the wounded soldier was on the verge of death.

Dozens of figures danced around the brazier and the blood-stained wooden barrel, their shadows projected onto the wall like twisting rods on the fire.

The giant python, moving about, looked particularly ferocious.

Biris knew what these barbarians were up to, and quickened his pace to leave this cannibalistic hellhole.

A bear spirit disguised as a witch ordered two other people to bleed into a wooden barrel.

The wounded man's head was sticking out of the bucket, and it looked like he had been beheaded. It was impossible to tell whether the blood was his own or someone else's. He choked a few times, coughed hard, and coughed his own blood into the bucket. He found that the blood he coughed up had turned black and was still bubbling in the wooden bucket.

The female bear spirit continued to chant.

Countless embers flew upwards from the brazier, and terrifying blood bubbles oozed out, in which the wounded writhed and sank.

Biris leaned against the stake, took a drag of his cigarette, and left the tribe without looking back.

Ahead, a jagged canyon stretching ten kilometers long unfolds. Beyond the canyon lies the far north of this other world, Hyperion.

The jagged rocks on the cliff top form a colossal structure, like tribal warriors once fighting in the sky, with a fleeting blizzard seemingly trying to swallow them whole.

The days in the north are very short; before we even reached the canyon exit, night had already fallen.

The further north they went, the stronger the wind and snow became, and in the end they could only set up tents in caves near the exit.

At night, in the intoxicating light, shadows leaped and ran outside the tents as a huge animal broke through the ice wall, bringing a touch of tranquility from the outside.

Because the blizzard blocked signal reception, we could only use the map on hand to confirm our location.

Billy stretched out his hand to warm it over the brazier, which contained torches and several combustible stones, glowing red-hot and smoking like coal.

He thought of the notes Richie had left behind.

If you encounter any difficulties, seek help from Irenshere; be sure to guard against those in high positions.

Just then, Lisa unfolded a four-meter-long leather map and stuck a short sword into the north of the map.

“We are in this position. Yesterday’s tribe was a branch of the Snow Eagle tribe, and there are other remnant tribes scattered in various corners of Hyperion.”

"I'm wondering if they're also in contact with Mora?"

"It's unlikely. Judging from the distribution of the tribal territories, they all stop at the snow-capped mountains."

"You mean, the barbarians are afraid to enter Hyperion?"

"Hyperion is the homeland of the cursed bear spirits, and barbarians may consider it a sacred and inviolable land."

"Or rather, they are afraid of being cursed."

"It's not impossible. In any case, we must be prepared to deal with both Xiong Ling and Mora at the same time."

A creaking sound came from outside the tent. Anyone who didn't know what it was would be startled by the giant shadow that appeared.

The thing kept walking around outside, sometimes fast and sometimes slow. Its two arms were like wooden stakes, and it could usually only walk forward and backward, but not left and right.

“Giants?” Billis asked in a low voice.

Lisa did not provide an answer.

The creature's senses were clearly not very sharp, and it was not easy for it to move around in the canyon. After it left, it left behind a pile of gray mud in the snow.

As if peeking out from a dark belly, Billis stepped out of the tent.

Besides the mud, there was also red rust in the snow, and the footprints were filled with repeated rust and scratches. If you looked closely, you could even see intricate patterns.

The thing that just walked past was actually a machine!

Billis told them what had happened.

Lisa was undoubtedly the most resourceful of the group. She took a slightly wrinkled slice of ham from the table, along with a glass of water, and ate it while dipping the ham in the water.

"I guess he's a mechanic who operates golems."

“Honey, I’d like to know how you came to this conclusion.”

The fire in the brazier was about to go out, but Lisa blew on it and the tiny flames reignited as quickly as a nimble red mouse.

"Its two arms are like wooden stakes, only able to move forward and backward, but not left and right, because it simply cannot move sideways. The initial creaking sound is actually the sound of the hinges turning and the huge wind-up iron door slowly rising. Because it has been exposed to the ice for a long time, most of the bottom part of the iron door is prone to rust. When the golem is still, the spikes at the bottom of the door should be only a few inches from the ground, and brown rotten mud will drip down."

"But that doesn't immediately tell us it's a golem."

"Do you remember Constance, the one who built Mark for you? When I first met him, there was a bunch of broken golems in his room. After he fixed them, did he walk like that too?"

"I remember now! But why are there golems here too?"

"Hyperion, like the ancient Podrolott dungeon, is an ancient ruin. If my guess is correct, the golems are the guardians of these ruins. In addition, there are statues of wizards in the ruins, and non-reincarnated people regard them as gods. This makes sense. Why would followers worship the celestial beings? Because the celestial beings are also wizards."