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
Book which was printed with various mechanical regularities in a language he did not understand, as it was impossible for Fenris to produce it. Children's toys made of exotic and exotic fabrics, soft and cool. Slowly, the gravity of what had happened here dawned on him. It was a war his people could never imagine. The city was overcrowded with more people than the entire world and was flattened by the forces released from here when the gods bent it down from the sky and flattened it. Maybe that's exactly what happened. His mind went dark as he imagined scattered and destructive forces directed against the city. Ragnar felt he was being tested and challenged here, and part of his process was to adapt to what he saw, understand, and continue to work. He learned that it would be terrifying for some of his relatives to learn to walk among these enormous ruins. He quickly decided that it meant nothing to him. He was Ragnar, able to fight on the deck of the Dragon Boat, and he would continu
DE CUP OF WIfLFENRAGNAR wakes up SLOWLY and painfully. He felt tired, like a man raised from the dead. All of his energy, all of his life force seemed exhausted. He could remember little of her trying him. It was a seemingly endless nightmare of violence and death in which every weakness in his psyche had been examined and exposed. When he looked at his body, he was surprised to see that there were no marks on it, now no bruises. He couldn't help but feel the feeling that there should be. He was naked. He was lying on a cold plate in a cave. The light came from one of the strange magical spheres. On the other dishes there are other aspirants. Here Sven recognized Strybjorn and Kjel. The cold, misty breath came out of their mouths and solidified into clouds as he met the chill of the cave. Ragnar was shivering and realized how cold he was. He got up from the slab and inspected the other bodies. One of them, a seeker he didn't know, didn't seem to be breathing. Ragnar stepped forward,
All the wolves you will meet in this fortress do it, it was something that changed me. Distinguish me from mortals. It added centuries to my life, making me faster, stronger, and more powerful than any mortal you have met or will ever meet. He can do the same for you. He stopped again. All the candidates looked at each other. They all wondered what he meant by Ragnarknew. His mind wavered from what he had heard. How could this old man know what Russ was like? How could he speak of antiquity with such certainty? He wasn't crazy, as far as he could see Ragnar. He seemed convinced he was right. And of course he was unlike any mortal Ragnar had ever met. He was bigger, stronger, faster. He had those awesome fangs and those weird wolf eyes. I say "may" because there is another possibility. It can kill you or it can be worse than killing youIt was just as likely that the old man had some hidden way to control those ever-burning lanterns. It seemed possible that they were simply machines, m
These peoples are advancing to inscribe their name in the history of all the human worlds. Those who now drink from this cup will do the same. If they are worth it. Think about it for a moment.Ragnar Thought. Was it just a story? Somehow he had doubted it. So far, nothing had been said to them aimlessly, and Ranek didn't seem like the type to be making things up. Even as he watched, the two armored warriors began pouring a strange brew into the goblet Ranek held in front of him. The ingredients came from two separate flasks and as they mixed in the glass they began to boil and steam. For as long as they did, Ranek spoke words in the foreign language that Ragnar had heard before. It seemed that if he depended on this chalice with evil in his heart, he would be doomed to become a monster and would undoubtedly be killed like the original Wulfen. However, he wondered where the monsters they called Wulfen came from. If they were unworthy aspirants, why were they still alive? How did the e
Explosive spiritHe ran down a dark corridor, an endless maze beneath a mighty mountain. A beast followed him. He was huge and she was fierce and she knew he would swallow her if he caught her. His legs were like lead. The floor stuck to his feet like tar, slowing him down, but the pursuer managed to sprint. echoed in the dark hall. His breath cleared his throat. His dirty slave was dripping water from his hand, he waved back and changed his face, but he was afraid to know. He raised his arms to defend himself, but to no avail. He reached out with powerful claws. They pierced his flesh and drew blood. There was pain like red iron in his side. She stood up, opened her mouth and barely stopped screaming. For a moment, he saw one of the elusive wolf spirits that had entered him at the Morkai Gate, hovering outside it. It seemed to flicker on and off as I inhaled and recede into my lungs as I inhaled. Hallucinations, Ragnar told himself. It's just a trick of his overheated brain. His whol
The rest didn't care. He just wanted meat. He wanted to quench his hunger, quench his thirst, curl up and sleep. And he was willing to kill anyone who tried to stop him. A part of Ragnar that was still human wanted to tremble. He knew that his animal side was growing stronger and stronger, and sometimes so strong that his mind would overflow and drown out all rational thought. He knew that the more often this happened, the easier it was for the wolf spirit to regain control, so he tried to fight. In the end, he gained permanent control, and Ragnar would have died by all means, as he no longer lived as a human. he thought to himself. As if there were two souls: human and animal. No, his soul seemed split in two, half animal and half human, and they fought for control. He now knows that after drinking the Wulfen cup, he mistakenly thought they won when neither of them changed. These changes did not happen as Ranek said. It didn't happen right away. It was getting slower and smoother. A
Another part of him didn't care. He just wanted meat. He wanted to satisfy his hunger, then his thirst, and then he wanted to throw himself down and sleep. And he was willing to kill anything he tried to stop him. The part of Ragnar that was still human wanted to shiver. he knew that the animal side of him grew stronger, sometimes so strong that it drowned his consciousness and drove all rational thoughts out of him. He tried to fight it, knowing that the more often it happened, the easier it would be for the wolf spirit to regain control. Eventually he would take permanent control and therefore Ragnar could also be dead in all respects, because he would no longer exist as a man. He got himself thinking. It was as if he now had two souls, one human and one animal. No, it was more like his soul had been split in two, half-animal, half-human, and they were fighting for control. He knew now that they were wrong to think they had triumphed, although neither of them had changed after drink