After the bell rang, Liu Zhi heard a commotion outside. He could no longer sleep, so he opened the door and stopped a Viking who was running downstairs. "What happened?"
"Enemies have reached the outskirts of the city. They even burned down that church at the foot of the mountain. This is a provocation—we can't just stand by and watch the church burn. We have to defeat the invaders."
Hearing this, a glint flashed in Liu Zhi's eyes. He never would have thought that just after he'd started paying attention to a church, someone would attack the place.
It was a direct challenge to him. Liu Zhi said, "Can I join the fight?"
The Viking laughed. "Of course. Anyone who fights alongside us is a comrade."
Liu Zhi said no more. He called for Videnina, took up Thunder God's Destroyer Fang, and headed out.
Although Fine-Thorn Swords weren't popular in this part of Norse, that didn't mean nobody could recognize Liu Zhi's skill.
Liu Zhi merely drew his sword and gave it a flick, yet someone could already tell roughly how skilled he was.
They wanted to tell Liu Zhi to stay in the back, but after glancing at Videnina beside him, they kept their mouths shut.
So Liu Zhi easily made his way to the very front of the group.
Standing among several burly men whose arms were about as thick as his thighs, Liu Zhi asked excitedly, "How are we going to fight?"
"What do you mean, how? The green brutes and the enemy's superhumans will fight each other. We'll just grab an enemy and take him on."
The Viking gave Liu Zhi a puzzled look, unsure why he'd asked such a question.
Liu Zhi froze for a moment. All right, now he understood how these savages fought.