More than 20 barbarians he killed during the fights for his realm.But he was now preparing for a greater challenge.

As the horse slowly walked north towards the gothic capital,Herne was thinking worried about the fights of the incoming games.He would surely face great warriors of a beyond measure cruelty and rage as for this were the northern people known.But an even greater challenge would be fighting against the brothers he's marching with now.Proud Lugians wich all aspire to the same ideal,sons of the same mother and earth,servants of the same strenght bestowed upon them by the flame aurochs that wander through the deep pine forests of Turow.
This whole quest would test his skills, make him know what is it like fighting with fiercely
train fighters,fighting with the people of the same blood as his and in the end fighting with himself.
These were the things that disturbed him and darkened his thoughts.
Yearning for morale support he turned his head left where Agathyrsos rested on his foaming horse.

"Brother,how do you think is this going to end?"