On the snowy slope, the Barbarians brandished their weapons and hurriedly surrounded a giant Pigman.
"What's going on?"
The Lord pushed the Barbarians aside and squeezed through.
Zat had a strange look on his face, as if he'd spotted some rare animal. "Boss, this punk wants to challenge you to a duel."
Levi looked up. This was a massive Pigman. Compared to his kin, who were about the same height as the Barbarians, this one was over three Tri-Blades tall. He was broad and heavyset, a full size more muscular than a Minotaur.
Clearly, this was the real leader. The imposing, red-furred one from before was just a minor character.
"So you're the one who wants to duel me?"
Levi took off his helmet, cradled it in his arm, and started to walk forward.
'After all, if there was one thing about him, it was that he always indulged a death wish.'
"My Lord."
