"Damn it! I'll gnaw his head into a skull with my own teeth!"
The strongest berserk headhunter chieftain looked at his pale-green palm and let out a furious roar.
The poisonous miasma in the swamp was not particularly potent, but it took effect quickly and seeped into the body at a helplessly swift pace. He could feel countless tiny maggot-like strands of poison writhing through him. His marrow itched and tingled in unbearable waves, and even his muscles were growing numb and weak.
By his rough estimate, after falling into the swamp once and taking in some poison gas, he would only be able to wield seventy percent of his fighting strength until he found a shaman to detoxify him. But no one cared. Even seventy percent was more than enough to deal with Enzo and the others.
He raised the great banner and gave it a wave. The mass of barbarians skirted around the troublesome swamp and pounced like wolves and tigers toward Enzo's slowly advancing group. The wind blowing toward them carried a thick fishy tang of the sea, telling the barbarians that the shore was not far away. If they did not chop off Enzo's heads soon, their prey might escape.
To let so many heads slip through their fingers? That was an unforgivable crime.
"Kill them! Hack them to death! Chop off their heads and offer them to our god!"
The barbarians roared madly. As they watched Enzo and the others walking slowly onward, their eyes lit up.
High above, a silver-white sea gull drifted lazily through the sky. Eerie ghostfire flickered in its eyes as it looked down upon everything unfolding on the ground, watching every move Enzo and the barbarians made like a god surveying mortals.
On a small mountain several hundred miles away,