Vikings: Journey of the Juggernaut

Chapter 85 Past events of Bassomo, the era of epic heroes
"Are you going to Gorton's ship?"

Victor was slightly surprised. He heard that since the death of Brother Reilly, the Gortons and the Bastians had no contact with each other and their relationship had been severed.

He asked again: "Are you sure?"

"Yes." The hawk's eyes flashed to confirm.

Beside him, Jecam also had doubts in his heart:

Captain Shrut has always been easy-going, and he is completely different from the somewhat terrifying Commander Daun. Plus, he is Skadi’s father, so the ship to Shrut must be very good; Captain Sparrow has no airs, and the same Very good; and Captain Sophia must also lead a ship...

I don’t know why Rayleigh chose Gorton’s ship, but he should have his reasons for doing so, so he just followed it.

"I will talk to Gordon." Victor seemed to remember something, and continued, "By the way, three years ago I entrusted Ginat to propose marriage to Itia, don't mind it, you were still so cute at that time Xiao, I originally thought it was impossible for you to..."

"Captain Victor, is it Genat you entrusted to propose marriage?" Eagle Eyes was slightly startled, he always thought it was another person.

"Really? Hasn't that guy Genat been here?" Victor looked a little angry, "That guy really doesn't do things well after receiving money, cough... But it's good like this now, I'll marry him too I have a wife who is perfect for me.”

"Let's go now. We have to contact some more people." After Victor finished speaking, he strode out of everyone's sight.

"Rayleigh, I want to go back to my farm first." Jackham followed and left.

Watching the two disappear, Rayleigh looked at Itia:

"Come on, let's go pick up Mellie."

……

The moonlight illuminated the empty road ahead, just like the heart of a giant warrior who was walking aimlessly at this moment.

"Barsomo, tomorrow is the warrior test. I will kill you, and you won't show mercy."

"But we are best friends..." Recalling the time when we were young, catching fish in the sea together, skiing from the top of the mountain to the cliff together, training and supporting each other... the young man's eyes couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"This is the fate of us Longclaw people. Either I will kill you, or you will kill me... You are no longer my friend. From now on, you are my enemy."

"No, that time I fell off the cliff, it was you who jumped down to catch me regardless of life and death, and almost killed you. Have you forgotten, and..." the young man yelled.

"That's because you are too weak and are the most suitable opponent for me to pass the warrior test, so I saved you, this poor guy."

"No, you wouldn't be so heartless."

"Don't be naive, Bassomo, I am such a ruthless person." The cold voice gradually disappeared into the night.

In the warrior assessment the next day, with a smile on his cold face, he held the weak man's blade and stabbed it into his own heart.

"Barsomo, the road ahead... is up to you, live well... don't be weak anymore. After you become strong, if you can... change this, these damn assessment rules... It's true, I feel a little reluctant to give up. Woolen cloth."

From that day on, the word 'friend' no longer exists in the young man's heart, and he will never need it again. Bonds are things that only make people feel pain.

until--

"You need a friend. My name is Stave. Let's get to know him."

That was many, many days after he defected from Longclaw and faced pursuit, was saved by the tyrannical leader known as the 'Fire Crow', and was taken in by the Mistcrow tribe.That day was like this night, with a very bright moonlight.

'It seems that I am a lone star, not suitable for having friends. I don't know if I will change after going to the Hall of Valor. '

Bassomo laughed at himself and unknowingly walked to the Blackwater River and saw a raft floating on the river. There was a figure wearing a bamboo hat on the raft.

Wearing a hat at night, my brain is abnormal.

He uttered something in frustration and was about to leave. As soon as he took a step, he suddenly felt that something was wrong. This wasn't Spyro.

A voice from the river came to my ears:
"Barsomo, you were wandering around in the middle of the night. Are you dismissed?"

"Yes, he was dismissed." Bartholomew stopped and turned around to reply.

"It's good that I'm dismissed. I can focus on polishing my combat skills. There is always some hope for the future." The figure wearing a hat also turned around.

Hope for improvement?

Bartholomew shook his head: "It's reached its peak. I'm not you."

The generals of gods have stopped many geniuses throughout the ages. That may be the realm where gods and gods can control their abilities.

"I don't think so. Dawn is too obsessed with power. Just like my father, he has no hope." The voice from the river continued, "Victor, Gorton, Kayson, Jecam...the talent is weak after all. It's a little bit more illusory. Your talent is much better than theirs, and there is always a chance. Unfortunately, the obsession in your heart is like a big stone blocking your way forward."

Bassomo's obsession was too depressing and heavy. Different from his own obsession, his obsession was to live well if he could live, and if he couldn't live, he would just go to hell to find his wife. Now he was transparent to both sides.

"If I need to give up my obsession, then my way forward has been completely blocked." The giant man said casually.

The face that died in the warrior assessment place flashed across his eyes again. This was the wish he left behind. Whether in terms of strength or character, he was the one who should die at that time.

"It's really a shame."

"There is nothing to regret. The tribe may have more than one general in the future."

"That's true, I'm really looking forward to it."

There are two generals in a tribe at the same time, and only a terrifying tribe like Gu Shuang with invincible hard talent can be born. This situation has almost never existed in the entire Northern Territory in the past 200 years.The current War Whale tribe has two generals. With their leaderless combat power and their iron cans, they are no weaker than the generals.

Among the parchments recorded and painted by the Barnard family, in some eras there were no generals in the entire territory for 100 years, while in other eras, there were many geniuses and many heroes.

Just like the current era, it can be said to be an epic heroic era with many influential figures.

The God of War Kulag, the Giant Deer Zharki, the Scarlet Axe Redmond, the Hydra Hydra, the Flame Man Nubis, the Headless War Whale, the Western European Giant Goliath... these characters would have been placed in any given century in the past century. , are all existences that suppress the era.

The younger generation also has amazing talents: Eagle Eye Rayleigh, Girl with Different Eyes, Centipede Man with Long Claws, Frost White Beard...

There are also countless amazing and talented war commanders: Dawn Sword, Hurricane Earl, Iron-backed Giant, Stone Knife Diver, Blood Eagle Braham, Wild Boar Olaf, Angry Wolf Gamda, Giant Bull Minov, Ogre Grein...

Of course, I also have to count myself as a salted fish captain.

This is a crazy and unprecedented era of war clan!
……

The forbidden area of ​​the Mori Chicken Tribe, the Hidden Mist Forest.

Two figures holding torches walked into this forbidden area where the mist loomed and all kinds of weird cries were heard in their ears.

moo—

As we were about to approach the small hut we originally built, we heard the familiar sound of cows braying in front of us. Along with rustling footsteps, our sister's figure rushed towards us.

Taking the corner of her brother's clothes and wiping her oily mouth from eating, the girl looked very happy.

In the eagle's eyes, chicken wings were roasting on the burning bonfire of the small thatched hut.

There was no need to worry about food and drink. It seemed that my sister was doing well on her own. There was also a strange weapon wrapped in leather on her back, which she dug out from somewhere.

She is worthy of being the sister that God rewards her with. After being hunted down, she probably encountered some adventure here.

When the three of them were here, they also searched nearby, but did not find any treasures.

Noticing her brother's gaze, her sister took off the weapon from behind and gave it to her brother and sister-in-law.

Rayleigh took the weapon and removed the leather. A pale cold light suddenly came into his eyes under the moonlight, and at the same time there was a biting coldness.

This is a sword. The handle and the blade are as white as a corpse, which makes people feel chilling.

The structure of the sword body is narrow and slender. The narrow sword body is covered with irregular and crisscrossing cracks, just like the meridians of the human body extending along the sword body.

His fingers traced the blade of the sword, but it was smooth without any trace of cracks.

Several characters are engraved on the hilt of the sword: Shroud of Thorns!
"Where did it come from?" Lei Li was completely shocked.

This was the most ferocious sword in the North a hundred years ago, the Thorns Shroud. When I came back from a trip, it was in my sister's hands.

Of course, the swords of the Northern Territory have always changed with the changes of the times. Today, the most ferocious sword in the Northern Territory is the decapitating sword in the headless hands of the War Whale Tribe.

Sword No.1 is the mythical one held by Kurag——

Rainbow bridge!
My sister pointed to the eaten giant chicken ribs, indicating that they were eaten from the belly of that chicken.

"..."

"This sword looks very unusual." Itia also took the sword, and the coldness emanating from the sword was intimidating.

"Yes." Rayleigh nodded, "This is the No. 1 sword and thorn shroud in the North in the past. I heard that it was in the hands of the leader of the Senji tribe at that time, and then disappeared."

The Chicken Tribe of that era was extremely powerful, even the Mist Crow Tribe and Black Fish Tribe looked up to them.

"Wrapped in Thorns, I seem to have heard that it is said to be an unknown sword." A trace of worry flashed across Itiya's expression.

"That's the rumor."

With all this in hand, no matter whether it is unknown or not, there is definitely no reason to give up this treasure.

Itiya said again: "Do you think the Chicken Tribe will come to ask for it after they find out?"

"It's possible, but the Thorn Shroud does not belong to a certain tribe. It has been passed down to many warriors for hundreds of years. Even if we come to ask for it, we have no reason to return it."

Lei Li paused and said, "No matter what, I can accompany them for one more chicken money, or two chicken money."

After all, he entered someone's forbidden area and ate their chicken.

"That's not okay." Itia immediately retorted, "A chicken costs 30 silver coins, and Mellie only ate one, how can I give more."

The robbery failed this time, and they didn't get a few coins at all. Those pirates were also poor people.The family is not wealthy at all, but fortunately, four swords were recovered and two or three of them can be sold to support the family.

"Uh..." Riley subconsciously ignored the issue of money.

He took a deep breath in his chest. Other time travelers made money easily, but since his father died in the war seven years ago, he had not lived a prosperous life for a few days. He worried about money and life every day.

It’s really... hard to calm down!

(End of this chapter)