Late. The wolf's voice faded into the distance. Perhaps they had found another prey, Ragnar thought. Or just getting closer. Snoring could be heard from the makeshift shelter behind the fire. It was noisy and vibrated with a combination of a blacksmith's bellows and a tin rasphingologist. It was enough to banish all thoughts of sleep from Ragnar's mind. Ragnar looked away from the fire as Hakon had taught him. Wait, nose messing with your night vision. Holding the spear in his hand, he thought about what to do if a wolf or dark monster attacked him. This mountain night had a strange and strange character, unlike anything he knew at home. The vastness and emptiness of the mountain suggests that there is room for anything, even if you are hiding something inhuman and evil. Back on the island, Ragnar felt that his tribe could learn all about living and dead rocks. When I was young, camping inevitably took me to a place not far from the village, a place I had seen or played a hundred time
THE TRIALSAre you sure it happened? Hakona asked. He was silent for a while after insisting that Ragnar repeat the story. Ragnar looked over his sergeant's shoulder and remembered the march back to Russvik. I did not feel good. Meanwhile, he thought about Hank's fate. He was full of anxious thoughts that his friend's fate could easily become his own. Hank was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Ragnar clearly knew that he too had been taken prisoner. Seeing the exhausted faces of his surprised companions, he knew they were thinking the same thing. Tired from the long journey back to camp, they began howling at the wolves in the distance. I expected to jump into the shadows and fight to the death, but nothing happened. The terrified screams of the animals shook him to the bone and echoed like the hum of an afterlife. Ragnar is convinced that starting tonight, he will relive his dreams and see that the trolls, the wolves and the dead Hank form an inseparable relationship. He felt gui
He turned his shoulders to make sure Sven and Strybjorn were still there. He could make out their dark silhouettes in the darkness and a dead deer still stuck between them. Looking ahead, he saw Kjeland making his way through the darkness. If he can help it, he won't lose any of his warriors except the claws. It doesn't seem very likely now. In the months since Hank's death, his comrades have grown stronger and stronger. They filled them with constant training and exercise, making them stronger, leaner, and faster than any Ragnar Islander knew. He himself felt twice, even ten times more capable than when he came here. He was thinking. In the months that followed, he learned what had shocked him. He could identify all the edible plants and animals on the surrounding hills. He knew shelter and fire. It can even build a small igloo out of winter snow protected from skin-to-the-bone ice storms. He knew how to heal wounds and frostbite. He learned hand-to-hand combat and is now as skilled
Ragnar ran forward. He jumped on the sofa and jumped over the table. The weight of his body and the momentum of his jumps carried him into battle. He grabbed Mikawa Ball's neck with his hands and led him to the floor. Mika's head hit the hall floor hard. Ragnar crouched, jumped up, and turned as Hedo. With incredible speed, the candidate rose from his chair. Ragnar grabbed him under the chin with his legs. From the moment he found his feet in bandages, he wiggled his toes. With the force of the shovel, Vol's head flipped back and he fell backwards onto another table, spilling food and porridge everywhere. "You can't stand still like that!" said a bewildered newcomer Ragnard didn't know jumping over the table and charging at him. "No, stripes?" You growled and slapped Ragnar's chin. The newcomer's friends obviously didn't like it and attacked her. With a wild smile, Ragnar looked around at his new enemy and felt a cold wind hit his back. The door to the long hall opened and Ragnar hea
Gate of the Morkai The sensitive light of the morning sun streamed in through an opening that served as a window into the hall. woody airOld smoke and sweat. Sergeant Haakon hides in Ragnar's clutches. Ragnar felt weakened by his giant size. A strange light flashed in the chief's eyes, but his expression was almost incomprehensible. You may have thoughts that you want to kill, or you may have other thoughts. "Well done." he finally said “At least you did what you had to do to get here. You all survived and have no shame. You can learn very little from Russwick, and you're only as strong as your bad body allows.”Now the alley is closed to the boss. It was new. His words indicate a change in their status. Perhaps they will join the other claws left behind. This surprised Ragnar. None of these pirates returned. His heart hit the wall. "You have the option to continue here." Haakon continued. "Don't think it will be easy. Wherever you go, a day in Russvik will feel like a cozy litt
The valleys deepened, the incomprehensible depths were black and terrifying, the mountains higher. Now the rock giants have made the peaks around Russvik look like hills that don't deserve to be called mountains. The mountains that ran between them were like walls built by the gods to ward off demons, and they were truly huge. Their size was astounding. Locked in place with lightning speed, they raced across long, dark valleys filled with debris and glaciers that glistened like frozen rivers. The shadow of the speeding aircraft fell over the frozen lake and disappeared into the clouds below the high cliffs. As if the chariots of these gods were trying to ascend through the air, the thunder grew louder as they ascended the mountain. Then the airship went up the steep slope, and when the ship was sick, Ragnar saw it. The greatest mountain, the greatest mountain he has ever seen or seen, is probably the greatest mountain in the history of creation. . It leaped over all the other peaks li
Ranek led them to two caves at the edge of the mountain. There was a strange noise inside. A double-headed eagle insignia engraved over the two holes. In his claws was a disc engraved with Russ's wolf head crest. A fluorescent arrow pointing up is drawn next to an opening. It is shown next to another arrow below..Now he saw how the gods lived, and it was a wonderful sight."Get in." Lanex said, pointing to the left entrance with a hand wrapped in metal. Kill passed without hesitation. When he was out of sight, there was a scream. The rest froze there. Ragnar said it was a trap? Was there a big fountain there? Was it the Morkai Gate? Were they led to the slaughter like sheep? There was no way. Was it some kind of magical sacrifice? He couldn't guess. What he saw here was beyond his understanding. 'go!' Lanek ordered. Despite the fear that gripped his heart, Ragnar decided that he should trust the old wizard. He was furious. He could only feel the empty air beneath his feet as he bled
Ragnar knew it was the original offer and some of him liked it. The red-robed warrior offered Rus eternal blood, as promised to the heroes who followed him. They also knew that if they participated in their rituals and wore red armor, they would enjoy the slaughter even more than before and be rewarded for their strength. . For a moment you feel the thrill of seduction. Why not join these great warriors? Will you not give your soul to this soul? Why is there no immortality? But think for a momentSomething important was missing from them, and that loss made them not human. They may have had some respect, but it wasn't the respect Ragnar understood. Their twisted form reflects their twisted soul, and all the beauty of their ornate armor cannot hide this truth. Ragnar laughed and spat in the leader's face, then ran left and right into the fray. Even the Chaos Blade that bit into the broken bones made him regret his decision. A pit of darkness opened beneath his feet, and suddenly he cou