Vikings: Journey of the Juggernaut

Chapter 83 The face of the monster, the shocking truth
Gollum—

The monster raised its head, and a dull sound was like thunder falling from the sky, exploding throughout the entire residence.

Countless weapons flashed with a terrifying cold light in the rain, and they all pierced into the monster's body again. The big sword and the big ax struck at the heart, and at the neck——

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

The monster's voice gradually became fainter until it was completely inaudible, and its scarlet eyes lost all luster.

The Mist Crow warriors dragged the unknown monster into the longhouse, and with the bright light of the campfire, they could see the monster's face clearly.

Covered in black hair, with extremely ugly facial features, two long fangs, and the grunting sound from before, it doesn't look like a human being at all.

"It turns out that it was this beast that killed so many people and made this settlement so desolate. It's just average to fight."

"Not all tribes have war leaders."

If it weren't for Spyro and Bartholomew, with the speed and jumping ability of this thing, it would have escaped directly at that time, and it wouldn't have been so easily subdued.

Except for a few powerful tribes, war commander-level combat power is rare in the entire Northern Territory, let alone the central area near the Western Territory where the average strength is even weaker than that of the Northern Territory.

“I don’t know what the quality of this beast’s meat is, whether it’s delicious or not.”

"I don't think it should taste good."

"That's because you have bad teeth."

The light of the bonfire illuminated the shadows of a circle of people on the wall. They were shadowy and grinning, making them look ferocious and terrifying.

"You can't eat it. This should be a person."

Bassomo paused, and his voice continued, "There once existed a tribe in the north, called the Water Rat Tribe. They did not build longhouses, but preferred to live in wells. They are the ones in front of you who are covered with long hair. , with sharp teeth and a short stature, extremely fast speed, and a ferocious temperament.”

"I've also heard that when my grandfather was still alive, whenever I refused to train, he would say that if he didn't train well, he would be captured and eaten by the water rat people." A soldier continued.

"This is a notorious tribe. The Water Rats never grow wheat. They specialize in stealing food from other tribes. They are deeply hated by all the tribes in the north, and then slowly died out." Bassomo continued, "Now, There are very few sightings of these water rat people anymore.”

"The bad deeds of these water rat people don't stop there. It is said that they are also very good at sowing dissension. They especially like to watch the internal fighting between people or tribes..." Another soldier said.

"Wait until tomorrow, put this thing on the street, and help this residential area get rid of this scourge that has been causing trouble for many years. The people here should enthusiastically give us delicious chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep." Jecam smashed it. Click your mouth.

"I don't think so." Bartholomew shook his head.

"Yes, this place of residence is so poor. There are no cattle or sheep. It would be nice if you could kill a chicken and give us a few eggs." Jekam reacted.

"Rest now."

Bartholomew did not dwell on this topic for too long and carried the water rat man's body to a corner.

The wind and rain blew into the long house through the large hole in the door. The flames continued to sway, and the room gradually became colder.

The soldiers put the chopped-down door back together and blocked the doorway, and the longhouse became warm again.

……

Early in the morning, the rain stopped.

Everyone dragged the monster's body to the street. The street was still deserted, and no one came out of the long houses on both sides.

"Hey, people of this tribe, the monsters here have been eliminated by us. Come out and take a look..." A soldier shouted to the surroundings.

But there was no response in his ears.

"Where is the person? Is he still sleeping?"

Jackham pushed open the longhouse where the old woman lived yesterday, and with a creak, the door was easily pushed in. He saw that there was no one inside, no figure at all.

The flames in the fire pit were extinguished, as if they had not burned for a long time.

"There is another room, go in and have a look."

Jackham and Reilly walked into the inner room without a door, and there was no one in sight.

"Maybe we went to visit." Jackham turned around and took a step forward, but saw that Rayleigh did not follow, but stopped somewhere and looked at something, and asked doubtfully, "Rayleigh, what's wrong?"

"Some paintings, let's go." Putting down the parchment, Rayleigh followed him out of the longhouse.

Creaking - the door was closed again.

"There is no longhouse here. That's strange. I remember seeing an old man coming out of here yesterday. Could it be that I saw it wrong." A soldier walked out of another longhouse.

"There aren't any of these rooms either. The people I saw yesterday probably don't exist at all."

With these words, even the usually brave warriors felt a faint chill.

As long as you see it, you can be killed, there is nothing to be afraid of.What is invisible is what scares people. "Something's wrong, we may have stepped into hell."

Everyone's eyes once again glanced at the entire street, which became increasingly deserted and desolate. The spider webs above the rows of long houses seemed to be more dense and corrupt than what they had seen yesterday.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Everyone in this residence should have left last night." Bassomo looked through the square at the corner in front of him, and a figure suddenly reflected in his pupils, "There is another one there."

He quickened his pace and shortened the distance. He saw that the old woman from yesterday was standing next to the well, facing him and the others, her eyes looking over her were dull and dull.

"Old woman, the monsters here have been killed by us." Jackam shouted loudly towards the old woman.

He remembered that this person was very deaf. Yesterday, he gave him and others candles and told them to be careful. He was a good person.

"No, the monster is not dead." The old woman shook her head.

"See for yourself." Jakam pointed at the water rat man who was dragged over by the soldiers. His body was stiff and his face became more and more terrifying. "He's dead."

"No, the monster is not dead." The old woman lowered her eyes slightly, looked at the corpse on the ground, and repeated again.

"Is there a more terrifying monster in this residence?" Jackam asked doubtfully.

"Yes." The old woman replied dully.

"Where is it? Let's kill it." Jiekamu continued, "Don't worry, with our strength, we can kill even the most terrifying existence."

"Thank you for your kindness, but you can't do it." The old woman shook her head and kept staring at the corpse.

"How do you know we can't do it if you don't tell me?" Seeing the old woman still staring at the body, Jiekamu asked in confusion, "Why do you keep staring at this monster?"

The wrinkled face looked up, and the old voice was full of strength: "He is not a monster, he is my child."

"What!!" Jecam shouted in surprise.

The surrounding fogcrow warriors took a step back at the same time and drew their weapons. The old eyes in their sights looked towards everyone with an expression full of resentment and resentment.

"The real monsters are you!"

The old woman stared at the executioners in her eyes, her voice gradually becoming clearer,

"This residence is full of old, weak, sick and disabled people. Now without the deterrence and protection of 'Gulu', it will soon be destroyed by pirates and soldiers. It is you who have destroyed everything about us and our continued survival. The hope of going down. Outsiders, why should you stop? I didn’t let you leave. Why did you stay and kill our children? He was still so young and had never done any evil. He just hid under the well every day..."

"You must be the prophet of this tribe. You want to kill us first." Bassomo threw the candle in his hand at the opponent's feet. "These candles contain mushroom poison that can make people faint. Give us these candles, I don’t need to go on about the purpose of fabricating that burning bonfires will attract monsters and persuading us to light candles.”

"Yes, I want to kill you. When you stepped in yesterday, that female warrior..." looked at Sophia with turbid eyes, "she threatened to kill everyone here, shouldn't I make the first move? "

"The young warriors in this residence were recruited again and again by the Nine Snakes tribe. All those who deserved to die were killed in the battle. Others also fled here, leaving only a group of old, weak, sick and disabled. If I were so kind, the people here would People have long since died due to waves of brutal and murderous outsiders like you.”

The short old prophet glared at the giant figure, "Since you already know that it was me who did it, why don't you come and kill me directly, but kill Gollum. He is so kind, and he only scares people away and never hurts him." One person, why do you want to kill him?”

"He doesn't look like a kind person at all. Besides, you should know that he is the infamous Water Rat Man." A soldier said, looking at the corpse on the ground.

"Gulu has been an alien since birth, but is that something he can decide? Can aliens definitely not be kind?"

The old prophet asked a few questions, then continued talking to himself: "The thunderous cry he made before his death last night was still reminding the people in the entire residence to flee, and he was still thinking of us. How unfair the gods are, why..."

"We just want to not be disturbed and live a peaceful life. Why is it so difficult?"

The old prophet muttered these words, then leaned back and let herself fall. Her head hit the edge of the well head heavily, and she fell into the well with a dazzling blood stain.

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"Are we really monsters?"

"Maybe so!"

Everyone left this desolate tribal territory with a bit of sadness, maybe the next time they see...

Things have changed here, and it has become the territory of another wave of people, belonging to pirates or possibly occupied by other tribes.

The old prophet is very wise. Wherever a group of old, weak, sick and disabled people can migrate, they may die on the way, and they will also be unable to defend this territory with cultivated land.

So, with the stone tablets and writings at the intersection, the spider webs all over the longhouse, and the horrifying stories... she created this place into a strange territory full of dangers, with rumors of monsters eating people, and drove away all outsiders.

Even if someone stays, there are still mushroom poison candles and the water rat named 'Gulu', which are enough to deal with most outsiders.

However, a powerful raiding team like myself and others came, with two war commanders and no fear of any monsters.

Everything that this residence had worked so hard to maintain was destroyed overnight!

Is Guru kind?
Most likely...yes!
Rayleigh opened a stack of parchment he took from the prophet's house. Each piece of parchment was filled with stories about Gollum, starting from his birth.

(End of this chapter)