Rigor, the tribe leader of the Swift Wind Tribe was shocked when he sensed the powerful auras above the sky. He immediately put on his new magic rune armor and a Unique-Rated spear. Both items were something he had gotten from Aethelwolf. He never thought that he would use them so soon.
"Brothers, take your weapons and come with me!" Rigor shouted. His voice calmed the restless Barbarians. He was a powerful peak stage Level 4 warrior who was just a step away from Level 5. He was one of the strongest experts in the outskirts of the Northern Region.
Rigor led his men to the highest point of the tribe. They raised their heads and stared at the convoy of magical beasts in the sky. The huge Gryphons emitted oppressive auras that made these battle-hardened warriors feel a bit nervous.
"Don't falter!" Rigor shouted when he saw the worry in his subordinates' eyes.
