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

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

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

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

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