Vikings: Journey of the Juggernaut

Chapter 13 Growth: Strength Improvement

In the early morning, heavy fog enveloped the entire Foggy Crow Strait as usual.

In the central residence, the tribesmen who had had breakfast went to the market one after another, buying and selling fruits, fish and meat with each other, or chatting with old friends over ale.

Until a piece of news spread, the whole market gradually boiled:

"The latest news we got is that the scoundrel Huobo is indeed dead. He was killed on the night of the banquet."

"Without seeing anyone for so many days, I guessed that he was probably dead."

"Who killed it?"

With this news, the market quickly became noisy, and people felt that these boring days finally had some vitality.

"I heard it's the Bastian family. Now they are going to the chief's longhouse for trial."

"That charming widow's house, Hobo must have come to harass her. I knew this damn guy would have this day sooner or later."

"Didn't Hob say that the widow was flirting with him?"

"Listen to his bragging. He has a farm. How could he fall in love with such a lazy and lazy second-rate guy?"

The tribesmen in the market whispered to each other, and then rushed towards Barnard Farm.

……

At the training ground on the shore, the figure who had been chopping wood piles earlier was not seen, and the boys and girls who came over felt very uncomfortable.

"What's going on today? Rayleigh is actually later than us?"

"I didn't expect that guy to be lazy. Let's see how I mock him later."

"I'm afraid you won't be able to wait any longer. Something happened to the Rayleigh family, and they are going to the chief's longhouse for trial."

"what……"

After hearing the news, they did feel that something was wrong.Not only Rayleigh, but also Jecam and Kayson didn't come. This is abnormal.And it’s unlikely that the weather-beaten guy is going to be lazy, and that’s been going on for years.

"I wonder what happened to his family?" a young man asked.

"I heard that he killed a scoundrel, but I don't know much about it. Why don't we go and have a look."

"I don't want to train anymore, let's go and take a look first."

……

The faint light faintly penetrated the fog and fell towards the long house. Everyone in the house had basically understood the ins and outs of the 'Hobo's death incident'.

Tribal leader Barnard is making the final determination of this matter: "According to the prophet's investigation and the conversation just now, the incident is very clear: on the night of the banquet, a drunk Hobo went to the Bastion farm to harass Yi Tia subsequently triggered a conflict between the two parties. During the conflict, Rayleigh accidentally stabbed Hobo with his sword, causing his death. In panic, the parent Itia made the decision to burn Hobo's body and took action. ... Huobo was blamed for the incident, but after all, the person died, so it can be said that both parties were at fault."

Itia and Rayleigh were silent for a moment, agreeing with this statement.

Although Graham snorted coldly, he also recognized the result.He knew his son's temperament, and there was no doubt that Huobo was the first to cause trouble, but the fact that he killed someone directly was a bit too vicious.

"Since both parties have nothing to add, I make the following decision. Hobo's father, Graham, can propose a duel to the Bastian family. No matter who lives or dies, this matter will not be pursued, or he can just give up. Pursue.”

Chief Barnard's eyes full of traces of time looked at the old craftsman, "Graham, what is your choice?"

Granhan glared at that family of demons and said through gritted teeth: "Chief, I choose to duel on the spot."

"Yes." Barnard stood up first, and the people in the longhouse followed closely and walked toward the door.

"Just start here."

When they reached the open space at the door, everyone stopped and then dispersed, leaving the place to the two people who were about to duel.

Watching his sister-in-law move forward, Rayleigh couldn't help but feel a little nervous. After all, this was not an exercise duel with a wooden sword in a training ground.

Duels between adult tribesmen have always been cruel and bloody life-and-death battles.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at his calm sister, who felt slightly relieved, and then flashed a hint of self-mockery. His psychological quality was not as good as that of a younger sister, and he was simply unworthy of the name of an elder brother.

He stabilized his mentality. As long as his sister-in-law was in a normal state, an old gangster who was old and frail and had a big belly after drinking would definitely be able to win.Not to mention she has her own sparring partner and is fully prepared for the duel.

There was also a gap in equipment between the two parties. The old craftsman wore a tattered soft armor with velvet falling off, while the sister-in-law wore a fine iron-inlaid leather armor on the outside in addition to the soft armor on the inside.

This leather armor was her only remaining dowry.

"and many more."

In the venue, the old craftsman suddenly shouted at the woman who was walking over, and looked at the leader, "Chief, I want to change my duel opponent to the beast who killed my son, and I ask for your permission."

"Ha..." Itia sneered, "This is a matter between our two families. You should know the rules of the duel. As the head of the family, I can fight on behalf of any family member."

The old craftsman glanced at the widow coldly. After all, she was just a woman, and that little beast was the biggest problem in the future.Even if he kills a woman in a duel, when the beast grows up, his future life can be imagined. If he wants to kill, he must kill the little beast first.

He also knew that what the widow said was right, but... "If you can convince Itia to give up the duel and let Rayleigh come out to duel, then of course you can. I will give you three hourglasses of time." The old leader Barnard The voice came out.

The old craftsman's eyes flashed with joy, and he looked provocatively at Rayleigh in the crowd: "Little beast, if you still have some backbone, come out and fight me. If you don't dare, go back to your mother's belly as soon as possible, or simply Hiding in this slut’s…”

"Shut up!" Itia's eyes burned with murderous intent.

As expected, they are all alike. With such a father, no wonder he has such a bastard son.

"There is still half an hourglass left." The obscene words passed into his ears made the leader a little dissatisfied and reminded him.

"Rayleigh, duel with him, we believe in you."

"The old guy's scolding was so unpleasant. I wanted to go up and hack this guy to death."

"Reilly, as long as you go up and beat him to death, I will never call you a loser again."

The boys and girls who had just come from the training ground all glared at the old craftsman who was talking obscenely.Many adult raiders and women in the peripheral crowd also turned their faces away in disgust.

At this time, the old craftsman was also a little anxious. It stands to reason that such a young man would jump out and fight with him impulsively if he was agitated.But now, this beast seemed not to hear it and remained indifferent.

Seeing that time was running out, the old craftsman changed his strategy and shouted to him again: "Lelly Bastion, come to the venue and prove your courage in front of everyone. In the name of the warriors of the Mistcrow tribe, let's have a fight. A battle between men.”

After saying this, he saw that the little beast was really about to speak.

You're still young, so let's die here!
The old craftsman's eyes shone with joy as he watched the little beast finally speak:
"I reject."

"Then come here..." The old craftsman's expression of joy froze on his face. After being stunned for a while, he began to curse, "You refuse, why do you refuse? You are such a waste, a coward who can only rely on women for protection... …”

I reject! ! !
Hearing these words, there was an uproar all around. After being so insulted, he didn't even have the courage to stand up and fight.

"It seems that today's young people can't do it."

"It's a bit disappointing, but not everyone is like that. Like the leader's grandson Kaison and Staff's son Jecam, they are all very good."

"For a scoundrel like Hobo to be accidentally killed by a coward, it's a good story."

There were whispers from the crowd.

At this time, the boys and girls group at the training ground completely changed from a state of silence to a state of rage.

"Did I hear correctly? Rayleigh actually refused."

"Yes, you heard me right. It really pisses me off. Rayleigh is completely a loser among losers. It's a shame that I looked up to him before and wanted to support him."

"Coward, it is my disgrace to be the same age as this coward!"

"It's so embarrassing. I knew I wouldn't be able to come here."

Unlike the vast majority of people, there were also a few people who glanced at the eagle-eyed boy who was in the middle of the storm, their eyes containing different expressions.

At this time, Lei Li was facing a surge of hundreds of looks, and he was also under a lot of pressure in his heart.However, since I have already made the decision that my sister-in-law will take part in the duel, she will naturally not stand up again now.

My sister-in-law is stronger. She has been sparring with herself with Hawkeye in the past few days and is more prepared. She is obviously more suitable.If you rush out when someone provokes you, you are not a warrior, but a fool.

If that were the case, wouldn't it be true that some people say that a warrior is a man who can beat a hundred with one, so he would have to beat a hundred with one?

Despite this, he still felt a little embarrassed and humiliated in the face of such a disdainful gaze.

This shows that one’s own xinxing is not strong enough——

Only when a thousand people are pointing at you but your mind is not disturbed, and when a snow-capped mountain collapses in front of you but your appearance remains unchanged, can you be a real man!

Since the xinxing is not strong enough, then improve it. The few years of fingering behind the training ground have all become the nourishment for this accumulation in an instant.

Rayleigh's heart gradually became as hard as a rock, and his eyes became calmer and calmer.

7.7%...8.7%...9.7%...

He also noticed that his combat power progress bar was soaring. The combat power progress bar was not only the embodiment of martial arts skills and physical strength, but also the embodiment of fighting spirit and will.

The calmer you are in battle, the stronger you will naturally be.

By the time the leader announced that the duel below had begun, his mental awareness had also been improved: the combat power progress bar finally reached 33%, a one-time increase of 25%. If it were replaced by normal training, even half a year of training would not reach it. to this harvest.

Killing Huobo that day also increased the progress bar by 2%.

Now one-third of the progress bar means that his strength is no longer weak among the trainee raiders.If you add Hawkeye, you can arm-wrestle with any trainee Raider.

Hawkeye's dynamic capture ability is enough to increase his strength by half a level.

Rayleigh turned his eyes and smiled slightly at his sister who was holding his hand, his mood no longer disturbed.

(End of this chapter)