The sky is clear and the air is cool, and the climate is suitable.
On the vast green grasslands of Iceland, which stretched as far as the eye could see, everything grew wild.
"Be careful, don't let it hit you.”
The muscular men wearing strange bronze helmets held spears, spears, bows, and arrows. They formed a circle and surrounded their prey.
Their expressions were filled with the excitement and excitement of hunting, but more than that, there was fear and nervousness. Their numbers, weapons, and their robust bodies did not give them any sense of security in front of those terrifying fangs.
The wild boar that was surrounded by the hunters was the size of a small mountain. Its body was several times larger than its peers, and the hair on its body was like an impenetrable armor. Its sharp thorns were daunting.
Its red eyes were filled with brutality, and its longsword-like fangs waved at the hunters. It stomped on its well-developed front hooves and let out a furious roar that made the Celts cover their ears.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, the wild boar, or perhaps it would be more appropriate to call it the Magical Boar, charged at a Celtic warrior in front of it like a chariot.
The warrior came back to his senses from the roar and saw the wild boar charging at him. He couldn't help but panic, but he still mustered up his courage and stabbed the spear in his hand.
"Ah ~"
It wasn't just him. Because the body was too huge, several of his companions around him were also sent flying. They fell to the ground more than ten meters away. It was difficult for them to count how many bones they had broken.
The spear only left a few scratches on the thick armor of the demonic pig, which was not considered any damage to it.
A gap appeared in the encirclement of the monsters. The rest of the warriors raised their weapons and rushed over.
However, a few swift figures were faster than the warriors. They pounced in front of the demonic pig in one breath and bit it with their sharp canine teeth.
They were well-trained hounds. Every one of them had undergone sufficient training to be able to cooperate with their masters in hunting. It was all thanks to these sieve-like hounds that they were able to drive this demonic pig out this time.
The hounds were very smart. They bit the ears and nose of the Magical Boar that were not protected by thick armor, causing it to bark in pain, creating an opportunity for their master to attack.
Arrows, javelins, and the spears of the warriors were all aimed at the demonic pig.
In the past, when they were hunting large prey, they would already be considered generals. But this time, the warriors were shocked to see that they could not penetrate the thick armor of the demonic pig.
A longbow that could pierce through a wooden stake or a javelin that could pierce through several people in a single breath could only be bounced off in front of that layer of armor. At most, it could only pierce through the skin and could not enter the layer of muscle inside. Not only that, but their actions had also angered this ferocious magical beast.
It rolled its body and threw off the hound that was hanging on its body. It turned into a steel chariot and crashed into the crowd of warriors. It rampaged and no one could form a group.
In the distance, a luxuriously dressed man on a luxurious chariot covered in gold foil could not help but frown when he saw this scene. His expression was not good.
Before this hunt, he had heard about the power of this impenetrable demon pig, so he had brought the best hunting dogs and the best warriors. He did not expect it to be like this.
The problem was that he had brought a lot of people to watch the hunt, including many princes and ministers, as well as guests from neighboring countries. He had wanted to take this opportunity to promote the national prestige of Ulster, but he did not expect to lose face in front of everyone. He could hear many people whispering.
"It seems that other than Fergus, there are no other decent warriors in Ulster.”
"Yeah, if Fergus was here, it should be easy to take down this wild boar.”
These words were like a few heavy slaps on his face, and the King of Ulster's expression became even uglier. Who in Iceland didn't know about Fergus the Warrior? Who didn't know that his throne was taken from Fergus in an unjust way?
It was because of this awkwardness that the king did not bring Fergus, the famous warrior of Ulster, with him.
At this moment, the Magic Pig, who had already knocked the Celtics into pieces, looked at the King's carriage.
"Roar!"
"Not good, it's charging over."
"Run, my king."
There was a commotion in the crowd. It was not that the king did not have his personal guards, and his armor was better than the hunting warriors, but no one dared to say that they would not follow in the footsteps of the hunting warriors.
At this moment, the youth's body moved.
The blue-haired and red-eyed youth was almost half-naked, revealing his well-proportioned and firm muscles. After jumping out of the chariot, he spun several times in the air and landed in front of the demonic pig.
"Setenda!"
His mother, the king's sister, saw him standing in front of the demonic pig and couldn't help but exclaim.
Compared to the hill-sized demonic pig, the youth was too skinny. Ignoring the young man, the demonic pig continued to charge forward. No one doubted that he would be crushed into meat paste.
" Roar!?"
The young man's hand grabbed the wild boar's tusk and pressed it firmly in front of the wild boar. At the beginning, he was pushed back more than ten times by the impact of the boar's charge, leaving a trail on the grass. But after that, the demonic pig could not take another step forward.
The young man's hands grabbed his fangs tightly. Veins appeared on his face, and his expression was ferocious. In the eyes of the onlookers, he was more like a wild beast than this magical beast.
"What? That's all you have? Did you not eat?”
No matter how much strength the demonic pig mustered, it could not stop its body from being pushed back by the youth, bit by bit.
"Go to hell!“
Veins popped out from the youth's muscles, and he directly flipped the huge demonic pig's body to the ground, facing the sky.
The wild boar's soft abdomen was exposed in front of him.
The young man still remembered that wild boars used to live in the northeast of his motherland. That was what the tigers there did when they came to hunt. They first overturned the wild boar and exposed its abdomen without the protection of armor.
"Give me a gun!"
He shouted behind him, and a javelin was thrown out into his hand.
The overturned Demon Pig struggled unwillingly, wanting to stand up, but he was directly riding on it, unable to move.
The young man's spear stabbed into its throat, then he pulled it out and stabbed it into its abdomen.
It had to be said that this demon pig's vitality was very tenacious. It actually took a few minutes after being pierced through the throat before it completely stopped breathing. At this moment, the young man's intestines were hanging from his body, and most of his body was covered in blood. He looked extremely terrifying.
"It's done, Your Highness. Who does this spear belong to?”
He raised his spear, and more than half of his body was covered in the hot blood that splattered from the demonic pig's body. It dripped from the ends of his hair, and his appearance looked extremely terrifying to others.
"I'll bet the best hound can't compare to this warrior. Looking at his movements, he looked even more like a hound than a hound.”
"Look at that beast-like movement. Where did he teach him to be a warrior?”
"That's Setenda, my sister's child! He would become the best warrior in Ulster.”King Concubine proudly introduced to the people around him.
The young man's face was filled with black lines.'Don't just praise me. Whose spear is this?' If you don't want it, I'll take it.
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