Vikings: Journey of the Juggernaut

Chapter 35 The Battle of Baptism, the Beginning of the Farce

"By the way, how old are you?" the sheep-headed old man asked the three of them.

"We are both 15 years old." Jackham introduced the two companions beside him, "The one with a cold face is Kaisen, and the one wearing a hat is Rayleigh."

"You are very young. Are you here to try it too?" the old man with the sheep's head asked again.

"No." Jecam shook his head firmly, "The Raider Baptism Battle is an easy task for us."

"Hoo hoo ho..." the sheep-headed old man said with a smile, "It's a good thing for young people to have confidence, but they can't boast."

After all, the Mistcrow tribe is different from their own tribe. I have never heard of them passing the baptism in the noble style.And the three people in front of me are all only 15 years old. How can it be so easy for three geniuses to appear all at once.It is possible to barely pass the baptism, but it would be too much to do it easily.

Seeing that neither Kaison nor Reilly responded, Jecam also smiled and said nothing more. Strength is the most powerful way to respond.

The sheep-headed old man turned to Bassomo and said, "This young man is very good, but you have to correct his boasting in the future."

"Yeah." Bartholomew made a nasal sound.

Hearing this nasal sound, the sheep-headed old man asked doubtfully: "Is the commander's throat not feeling well?"

"Hmm." Bartholomew made a nasal noise again.

"If your throat feels uncomfortable, then you should drink more water and less alcohol. I have the most experience in this matter. When I was young, I often had bad throats..."

Chatter, chatter!
Bartholomew felt that his ears were about to burst with smoke. After glaring angrily at Jecam, the troublemaker, he took a deep breath.

When the old man with the sheep's head saw this scene, he immediately comforted him: "Commander, don't blame him. How can young people not have some shortcomings? In fact, it is not a big problem to like to talk big words. I also had such a problem when I was young. I must have When the leader was young, you must have loved to talk..."

"..."

Bassomo sighed. Fortunately, he finally arrived at the arena after suffering for a short time.The roar of the mountains and the tsunami that came to my ears overshadowed the cries of the old guy next to me, and my ears were instantly clearer.

When I walked to the baptismal recorder, I heard the old guy's voice faintly again:

"Commander..."

"What's wrong?" Bassomo came back to his senses.

The sheep-headed old man said, "Which comes first, you or me?"

"Please go first." Bassomo replied without hesitation.

How can I come first, otherwise if the old guy follows, he will be teased again.You must wait until the old guy goes in first and stay far away from him.

"Then I will do my duty." When the old man with the sheep's head saw that the leader of the fog crow was so polite and sensible, he thought that he must get closer to him later.

"Registration fee of 3 silver coins." The record officer raised his head and saw that it was a member of the Sheep Head tribe. He asked again, "Do you want a traditional baptism or an aristocratic baptism?"

"Aristocratic style. The person attending the baptism is my grandson, 14 years old."

"It's really amazing that you come to participate in the baptismal battle at such a young age. The total is 30 silver coins. By the way, I also need your grandson's name." The recording officer's tone became polite. There are not many big customers who come to participate in the aristocratic baptism. Besides, Often these people cannot pass, and they are simply given free silver coins.

The sheep-headed old man slowly opened a luggage bag and handed the other party a bag of coins and a piece of parchment with his name on it.

The clerk checked the coins, and then said with satisfaction: "You can go in. Someone will notify you when it's your turn."

"What is aristocratic baptism?" Jecam from behind asked the veteran soldier beside him in a low voice.

Leiley and Kaison also pricked up their ears. No one in the tribe had ever mentioned aristocratic baptism. They had always heard of only one baptism method.

The veteran warrior explained: "It's just an extra back door for those adults who are not strong enough and want to have the title of 'Raider'. They still have to fight, but their opponents are all carefully selected and have some disabilities. No fighting ability."

Jackham said smoothly: "Wouldn't it mean that anyone can become a raider?"

The old warrior shook his head: "An ordinary family cannot afford 30 silver coins, let alone such a large amount of money to participate in the baptismal battle, and our tribe does not allow this."

"Oh."

After the chat, as the sheep-headed old man and his grandson disappeared behind the stone gate, it was their turn.

"How many people, traditional or aristocratic?" Having learned from the past, the recorder asked one more question this time.

Bartholomew stepped forward and said: "Three people, tradition, plus seven additional stands."

"Three baptizers are 9 silver coins. The latest price for the evening show is 30 iron coins per person. Give it a small change, a total of 11 silver coins." The record officer counted the group of people in front of him, and there were 13 people in total. , except for the three baptizers who each get a free spectator spot, the other seven people have to pay for it.Bassomo took out 11 silver coins and handed them to the other party. The tribe would pay for the raider baptism of the Mistcrow tribe, but only for the first time.

Arriving from the stone gate to the baptismal stand, Rayleigh also looked at the arena in front of him. The arena had obvious traces of imitation of a Roman horn, but it was built more crudely.The field below is surrounded by a wall as high as one person, and above it are tiers of stands.

Around the wall, warriors from the War Whale tribe were stationed every few meters.

The characteristics of the warriors of these northern overlord tribes are very easy to identify. The upper body is too strong, causing the lower body to often look a little thin.Only by walking beside these warriors can you feel their equally strong thighs.

Especially their necks, which are so thick that they seem to be directly connected to their shoulders, like robots.

Kulag's ability to become the Northern Lord obviously has a lot to do with the strength of the tribe itself.

The Mist Crow tribe often produces warriors with outstanding combat intelligence and good skill understanding. In terms of physical fitness, there is indeed a big gap compared to tribes like the War Whales who are famous for their physical fitness.

Even Commander Dawn and Chief Barnard are close to 2 meters tall.And such a height is not uncommon among the War Whale tribe.

Of course, Bartholomew is obviously an exception when it comes to commanding such a body type.

Reilly calculated his height and found that he might be just over 1 meters tall.Jackham might be able to exceed 9 meters, but that's probably about it.

Commander Bassomo doesn't look like a member of the Mistcrow tribe at all.

His eyes passed over the stands, and there was a certain distance between the baptism stand where he was and the stands on both sides.A rough look showed that there were probably thousands of spectators in the stands at this time, and there were also many people from various tribes, but the largest number were the Zhanjing locals.

Compared with the fees required by outside tribes to watch the gladiatorial games, the fees required by local people are obviously less.When he came over earlier, he noticed that the locals who entered the arena only gave 5 iron coins.

Accompanied by the sudden roar of cheers in his ears, Rayleigh also aimed his gaze at the arena below:
I saw a Yingshan warrior piercing the last slave's body with a spear, then lifting him up in the air, then standing the spear upright on the ground, opening his hands, raising his head, and greeted the cheers of everyone.

Unexpectedly, the situation suddenly changed in the next second. The slave on the spear grabbed a small piece of sharp iron from his mouth full of blood, and slashed the neck of the Yingshan warrior who was still enjoying the cheers from behind.

"Despicable infidel."

"The death of this Yingshan man is too unworthy."

Amid the angry sounds that filled the stands, the Yingshan warrior clutched his neck and fell down unwillingly, and the slave also closed his eyes with a smile.

While the venue was being cleaned, the presiding officer of the arena was also introducing the next duel to the audience: "The next one is still a baptismal battle. This warrior has just turned 14 this year..."

Having said this, the presiding officer paused for a while, and extremely enthusiastic noises came from all around.Those who dare to participate in the baptismal battle just after turning 14 years old are undoubtedly geniuses among geniuses.until……

"His name is Myra, and he comes from the Sheephead Tribe." After the presiding officer finished speaking loudly, he quickly left the venue.Not surprisingly, there were boos from behind.

Anyone with a little experience knows what the Sheephead Tribe is like.The people of this tribe are kind and wise, but the word warrior obviously has nothing to do with it. It is simply a shame in the arena.

A moment later, Myra was invited into the arena. While waiting nervously, the stone door opposite slowly opened.

Several majestic war whale warriors came to the venue carrying two skinny slaves. The reason why they carried them was because neither slave could walk normally.

One of them was blind with empty eyes and only one arm.The other one didn't even have any feet at all.

And one more?

In recent years, the battle of baptism has always been fought by three people, but I have never heard of two people fighting.But right now, not only the three Rayleighs, but also Myra who was in the field could not find the third slave.

"Only two slaves?" Jackham couldn't help asking.

The old soldier shook his head: "Of course there are three."

"Then the last one..."

Halfway through his words, Jecam noticed the scene in the middle of the field, and his eyes were completely glazed over.

Reilly and Kaysen also looked strange. A war whale warrior placed a package under his arm in the field and opened it.Along with a loud cry, a baby who was only a few months old was revealed inside.

This is the third slave! !
"The battle of noble baptism is not simple." Jecam sighed. He could kill sub-adult slaves without hesitation, but when it came to babies, he felt that his character was not enough. .

Of course, it’s simple enough to say simple——

One has no legs, one is blind and only has one hand, and there is a baby. There is no fighting ability at all, let alone no weapons. It is obvious that they are giving away their heads.

But this is only to the cruel people. To the Sheephead tribesmen who are famous for their kindness, they are more like being taken advantage of and come to give money. It is estimated that the baptismal recorder was laughing at this time.

(End of this chapter)