Vikings: Journey of the Juggernaut

Chapter 46 Overlord: Deaver Chapter

With the terrifying murderous intention coming from behind, Youmu had to give up the tough-talking brat in front of him and immediately chose to turn around to defend himself. The shield in his hand and the flying two-handed sword made a violent impact.

Tread...  

Youmu took half a step back and stabilized his figure. In his sight, a giant man jumped in front of him in a few jumps, and the long and sharp curved sword slashed at him diagonally.

"Bassomo!!"

Youmu's pupils shrank, and he didn't understand how the Mist Crow leader got rid of Olaf, but there was no time for him to be surprised at the moment, so he hurriedly faced the battle.

dang dang...

The two fought for several rounds in an instant. Faced with the suppression of hard power and the sudden all-out attack from the opponent, Youmu was unable to completely defend him.After losing balance, a flaw was caught. The leather armor on the chest was connected to the chain armor, and then to the skin of the body, a long and narrow opening was cut directly from the shoulder to the waist.

The three of them looked at it with pity. The armor blocked most of the damage caused by the leader's sword and failed to damage the opponent's internal organs.

At this time, Youmu was also afraid. Compared with the three brats, Bassomo's attacks were too heavy, and every blow shook his body balance.

Seeing the leader of the fog crows in front of him, he took a deep breath and swung his sword again. With the backlash from the shield hitting the sword in his hand, he turned around and fled without hesitation.

If he continued to fight, his life would be at risk. It was Olaf's fault that he failed to follow the Mist Crow Commander, not himself.

Bassomo watched the Black Fish warrior leave, but did not pursue him. He put away his sword and swept the three figures around him. The shock in his heart was also indescribable:
Facing the pursuit of the Youmu trio, I thought that only one or two of the three would survive, and I was even mentally prepared for all three geniuses to die in battle.

Now it gave him such a big surprise. Although the three of them were not in good condition, they were able to fight to this point and survive, and even forced Yomu, who was at the quasi-commander level, to activate berserk, which was very remarkable.

Now is not the time to sigh, the pursuers will arrive soon.

The crowd in the fence in sight also slowly gave way to a passage at this time, and several figures walked through the passage.

The overlords of this island, the Deever Chapter, are here.

……

"Which one is Deaver?" Jackam glanced at the four leading figures in the crowd of exiles and asked in a low voice to Reilly and Kaysen beside him.

On the far right is a young woman in black, who is obviously not.Although the wanted portrait is difficult to identify, you can still tell whether it is a man or a woman.

The one on the far left is a man as strong as a brown bear who stands out from the crowd. He is much stronger than his father and is comparable to Commander Bartholomew, except for his height.His forehead bones are huge and broad, his eyes are fierce, he is wearing simple linen clothes, and his thick chest hair is exposed, he looks like an orc from a fairy tale.

The two people in the middle should not be in their prime of life.

Among them, the man who was close to the orcs was a man who was not very tall. He was even a bit shorter than most of the ordinary exiles around him. He was not thin in stature, but his face looked a bit dull and indescribably weird.

The last man, although not as good as the orcs in size and height, still stood out from the crowd.At first glance, he looked like a powerful master. His face was as sharp as a knife and full of edges and corners, making him appear cold and cold.

Among these four people, no one is carrying the rumored stone knife.

"The second person on the left." Kaisen observed that the exiles around him looked more at the second person on the left, and their eyes looked extremely awe-inspiring.

"The short one."

Rayleigh replied at the same time, among these people, the shortest figure had the most outstanding temperament.In the original imagination, Deever should be a smiling or a bit wretched Jiaqian brother, but in reality it was completely different.

Three parts melancholy, three parts unruly, and three parts overflowing domineering...

Although his stature is only a little over 1 meters tall, which is obviously dwarfed by the two people next to him who are at least 7 meters tall, he gives the impression that standing there is a well-deserved C position.

Seemingly noticing the gaze, the man also looked towards him, his eyes suddenly ignited with a fighting spirit.He seemed to have thought of something again, and his fighting spirit was extinguished in the next moment, turning back to melancholy and lack of energy.

Then he suddenly said: "I want him alive, and there are a few others..."

"Shut up." The knife-cutting man beside him interrupted directly, with a look that made him hate the iron.

In fact, they have already arrived, but it is not the time to show up before the winner is decided over there.

He understood that Deaver must be thinking of the battle in the past when they expelled the ogre Grein. It was indeed very similar to the battle between the three Mistcrow geniuses against One-Eye a moment ago.

The opponent was also almost unbeatable, and he and the others were also on the verge of death. The young Deaver also started a second violent rage in a shocking way, and it took him half a year to cultivate... It was the most difficult thing in their lives. A battle!
The simple-minded guy next to me must have felt compassion, but how could he say such words in front of so many people? It would be difficult to explain to the Blackfish tribe after they came over, after all...

That was a terrifying tribe with a godly general!
"Oh, what's the problem?" Deaver looked away from the blood-stained eyes.

To be violent twice in a short period of time requires not only strong willpower, but also a gifted body. Even a quasi-commander like One-Eye may not be able to do it, let alone at such a young age. .

This eagle-eyed boy is no less terrifying than himself, but unfortunately he is too young to have a happy fight. "Of course there is a problem. We have to collect the money first. This is the rule." The knife-cutting man said dissatisfied.

"I forgot." Deever slapped his head and stretched out his hand to the four people who came over, "Bring your money."

"..."

Why does this overlord Deever look a little bit not very smart?
Jecam couldn't help but slandered in his heart. From the corner of his eye, he noticed that the other exiles around him looked unsurprised when they saw such a scene.

"We need treatment, and we also need protection for a certain period of time." As Bartholomew spoke, he threw a bag of coins in his hand over, which was all his belongings.

Deever took the money bag accurately and threw it to the knife-cutting man beside him: "Count it."

The knife-cutting man weighed it, opened the purse, glanced at it, and then said to Bassomo: "With the weight of this bag of coins, we can provide treatment, but the protection time is only half an hour."

"It wasn't so expensive in the past." Bassomo frowned, half a sand hour's protection time was enough to complete the treatment.With the three people around him already reaching their limit, there was no way they had any physical strength to continue running away.

"In the past, we didn't have to face a powerful tribe like Blackfish. The treatment and protection we can provide are the limit of what we can do." The knife-cutting man did not give in.

After all, it was someone else's territory, and he still had to ask for help. Bassomo had to bow his head and paused: "Add half a sand clock for protection. The money you owe first, I will pay it back."

"No." The knife-cutting man shook his head.

With his refusal, the atmosphere in the venue also dropped a bit.

"I should still have a lot of money, just deduct it from me and add half an hour." Deaver said suddenly.

The knife-cutting man was furious and yelled at the guy next to him: "Please pay attention to your status as the boss. Do you know what you are saying now?"

"I know." Deever pressed his ears and looked back calmly and said, "Biro, please don't speak so loudly into my ears."

"You don't know at all, so we shouldn't intervene in the conflict between these two tribes. This is not a question of money at all..." The man with the sword was talking excitedly, but the next second the voice came into his ears. , which made his expression dim.

"As long as it's not about money. In fact, I'm quite poor. I'll give them half an hour and it's settled." Deaver said casually.

"Well, it's up to you." The knife-cutting man raised his lowered head helplessly, and then said to Bassomo, "Please come in."

The fence door was opened, and the crowd took the initiative to make way for a passage. The four Bassomo walked into the camp under the respectful eyes of the surrounding exiles.

Needless to say, the war commander who leads him is the top combat force in the north, and no one dares to underestimate him.Those three young geniuses deserve their respect, both for their demonstrated strength and their fearless spirit of not giving up on their companions.

"Black Die, please excuse me." Deever looked at the woman in black next to him. Black Die is the best healer on the island, and the most terrifying healer for the timid.

"Yes." The woman in black responded, walked to the front and began to lead the way.

……

Seeing the woman in black disappear completely, Deever breathed a sigh of relief and then took steps.

This scene was immediately noticed by Biro beside him, and he asked: "What do you want to do again?"

"I found something good." Deaver replied, then left the fence and continued walking forward.

In the place where the few people fought in front, someone accidentally dropped a piece of dried cod during the battle. If Black Butterfly was still there, he would be criticized non-stop if he picked it up.

Biro also noticed this scene and sighed slightly, but did not speak to dissuade him. A warm memory flashed through the depths of his pupils:

When they were young, whenever Deaver found clean food, he would lie and claim to have eaten enough outside, leaving all the food for himself and the Black Butterfly sisters.Until they accidentally saw the guy who claimed to be full, gnawing tree bark and eating moldy food alone outside.

Although they are no longer hungry every day like they were when they were children, Deever's habit of not wasting food has never changed.

Hei Die's sister was also a gentle woman who was not willing to waste food. With her death, the man became even more unwilling to change.

In sight, the man successfully picked up the dried cod fish on the ground, and more than twenty black fish warriors also appeared in the distance.

The man seemed completely unaware. He lowered his head and wiped the muddy side of the dried cod with the corner of his clothes, then put it in his mouth and chewed it.

"Exile, where are the people from Mist Crow?"

The Blackfish warriors came quickly, and Olaf asked the poor exile in front of him who was picking up garbage to eat, but there was no response.

Seeing that this poor man was still busy eating as if he was reincarnated from starvation, one of the soldiers suddenly became impatient and walked up and grabbed him by the collar: "Are you deaf? Our commander asked What do you say?"

(End of this chapter)