SelectRagnaplatedin is a sea of ​​pain. His whole body was burning. He did everything he could in a way he never thought possible, and he was convinced that no one could endure perseverance. So he thought. It was not what he expected. It wasn't cold. It was just pain. Where were the others he killed? Why didn't they meet him somewhere? Where was the judge of the dead? Where were his father, mother and the rest of his relatives? His suffering gave him a terrible sense of hopelessness. It is not selected. He did not wake up from the great table in the Halls of Heroes on the Eternal Mountain. It could not be expressed enough. shortened. This thought hit him hard and he knew nothing. He felt the pain again, but it seemed to calm down. There was a strange crackling sound and a strong roar of wind in his ears. Little by little he realized that his throbbing could be his heart or the wind could be shortness of breath. Then, wherever he was wounded, his chest seemed to burn. I wanted to scre

Below he saw Grimskull's fleet breaking through the waves and wondered once again who knew who was on board. Then the gray mist cleared around the aircraft and the ship began to shake. Ragnar became terrified as he wondered if the wind demon would drive them from the sky or what evil magic had taken them. And I slowly realized that I was passing through the clouds. As soon as these thoughts came to mind, they appeared in the sunlight and the trembling subsided. Below him, Ragnar saw the endless white sea. Sometimes it was blue. He thought he was looking up at the top of a cloud and looking at a sight rarely afforded to humans. For a moment you felt a wave of wonder and gratitude. airship. Ragnar was still pressed into the chair. He felt the huge fists crushing him and threatening to trample him. He looked at the others and saw the shriveled flesh of Ranek's face.through invisible fingers What absurd news was this, he wondered fearlessly. Whatever it was, it didn't seem to bother the

He didn't know why, but he knew for sure what was going to happen. The location, the WolfPriest's words, and Hakon's actions were part of it. They said it didn't matter and they had everything to prove. He didn't know what he was up against, but he was sure he would find something and even kill the nasty Strybjorn for a deal!He looked around and tried to make eye contact with the others. There was only one person who smiled at him. Everyone else seemed lost in reality. Ragnar was not surprised. I had a lot to think about. He's been in the news so much it's hard to believe he's only been here a day. In the evening he was interrogated by Ranek. All the information he had given to the Wolf Priest's question was moved to a large leather room in the hall. He was then subjected to a physical examination, which Ranek called the Iron Priest. When things don't go well, Ragnar almost flies into a rage. There were no mutations between flashes. Babies who showed signs of chaos drowned at birth.

Ragnar turned and looked back the way they had come. A cool breeze blew her long black hair in her face. Clouds filled the sky felt closer than ever. At least they were white and patchy, not dark and heavy with the threat of rain. He sniffed the air and smelled the pine. It was strange to him that the great salt he had known all his life was not there. Below, Russvik appeared as a small hut, surrounded by wooden fences and a deep ditch. All around them were visible peaks rising into the sky. He breathed hard. they were all His hips felt like jelly from climbing steep slopes for so long. His knees felt weak. Her face turned red. They were relieved to see that none of the others looked well. Going up and down the nearby hills made sense now. Ragnar doubted he could reach this height without a break if he wasn't trained. It was fun though. vast country. It seemed like it would take forever. The pillars of the peak seemed to support the dome of the sky that stretched endlessly above him.

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