Capítulo 722: Volume Twenty-one Dark Road Chapter Eight Flanders Territory

"Slow down!" The not quite pure but clear enough Mountain Language halted the eager Barbarian Soldiers in their tracks; all eyes turned toward the central Warrior who had lowered his mask, a hint of surprise and hesitation flashing across their faces. The raised right hand of the Barbarian Soldier Chief finally lowered slowly, sliding the mask back up to the forehead of his helmet.

"Eh? You can speak our Mountain Language?! Who goes there? State your name, or else bear the consequences!" Though his hand was lowered, the Chief of the Barbarian Combat Team remained highly vigilant. Anyone brazen enough to appear in the heart of the Flanders Valley and with such a fearless stance surely had some significant backing. He didn't dare to let his guard down, yet he was not willing to show any weakness.