Ragnar breathed. He recognized the place. It was a huge underground lake. He never thought he would be happy to see dirty water, but now he is. Seeing the water around his home island would not have pleased him then. Although strange and desolate, it was an important place where Ragnar recognized and knew he was on the right track. In recent years, he felt lost. When we reached the ground, the road looked completely different. Ragnar understood why. He was walking in a different direction now, experiencing the tunnels and caves from a different perspective than he had a few hours ago. In a word, it's boring. He was alone except for Strybjorn. All this changes his perception of the place, making it unfamiliar, intimidating and hostile. He shook his head, reminding her that this was really all there was to her. "Is this the pool of the dead?" asked Strivjorna in a whisper. Ragnar realized that his colleague was hallucinating."Not." Ragnar said. 'Not true. It's just a dirty, dirty pond
Ragnar nodded. The last piece of the puzzle was in place. He forced his hand to fight the spell Madoc had placed on him. Slowly, as if writhing under the immense weight, he raised the bolt gun until it pointed directly at the sea of chaos. When Ragnar broke the spell, the gems on Si's armor of chaos no longer glowed. "Your will is stronger than you think, puppy." Madoc said in a voice filled with contempt and hatred. “Suppose I have to kill you now. Unfortunately. It would be better to go willingly to the Shrine of Heaven and offer yourself to the way-changer. But let's say we don't have everything,' he said.With breathtaking speed, Maddok drew his weapon and fired it. Ragnar's slow reflexes were no match for him. Before Ragnar could react, the weapon flew out of his hand with one blow. This was the great feat of a sniper. Realizing that he now had a chance, Ragnar picked up his sword and rushed forward. the barrel of Madoc's cannon moved to cover him. It looks like the entrance to
His damaged armor creaked and groaned under the pressure, and Ragnar remembered his personal gratitude for his master's careful handling of the ancient suit. It served him well in his first real mission. Ragnar smiled as he felt a heavy weight fall on his shoulders. I owe you my life three times today, Strybjorn, he thought. But now Ragnar has decided that he can only do it when both appear. Ragnar startled and climbed to the surface of the tunnel. He hoped it wasn't far. The cold night air hit Ragnar's face as if it came out of the mouth of the cave, adding a strange chemical smell that smelled of oil and kerosene. There was a time when even he wondered if it had occurred to her in her sick mind. It took another second to register that the entire area around the cave entrance had been cleared of vegetation. It took him a second to realize that fifty barrels were heading his way. His nostrils flared and he could smell his brother's bowels. most of them. "It's me, Ragna." he said, maki
"BROTHER RAGNAR," said a cold, clear, commanding voice. "Brother Ragnar, stand up." Ragnar's eyes widened. He suddenly surrounded himself and smelled the cold scent of medicinally scented mint, cold… The marble feel of the surgical altar beneath her back, her breath hazy in the cold air. looked up I saw a wrinkled and wounded face smiling. Two fangs smiled and said in front of him. warrior brother. The pain in his chest warned him that he was once again among the living. “I cannot be in Hell, brother Sigard. You're too ugly to walk through the door. “And you are too cruel to die, brother Ragnar. To be honest, I hit it and went for a long time. there was a point When your mind stops and your mind is freed from his body. We thought we might lose you something brought you back I don't know what it is, he said. “There is still work to be done among the living, brother. I have enemies to conquer and battles to fight. I'm not ready to die yet. How are you War?" 'We will. We've cle
From ASSAULTONHESPETHAll nearby buildings were set on fire. The Ragnars entered the fray and ordered their men. The Grolf Brothers. I need two rockets right now! As soon as the door closes, prepare for the storm and imagine.Thank you letters filled the tabs that connected him to the net. He passed the door that roared to a large block 20 meters from the target. The enemy's laser beam melted the concrete behind his heels, but he moved so fast that despite his powerful armor, the heretics couldn't muster up the courage for him. He stopped crouching behind the piles. A thunder of heavy ammunition filled the air. Somewhere along the line, he hears the Thunderhawk's engine and a few sonic booms as it decelerates from orbit. Even as he watched, bright yellow folds broke through the leaden clouds and a general election appeared. A mass of rockets separated by wings flew over the Earth and landed on the positions of the heretics. He checked his weapon with the precision gained through hundr
Desset Bandraken"We're all going to die!" Yorvik shouted at the harpoons as he looked around, his eyes wide with fear. Lightning struck Fenris' sky, illuminating the man's broken face. Her screams of pure terror could be heard over the wind and the thunder of the waves crashing against the ship. The rain on his face looked terrible like tears. "Remain silent!" Ragnar yelled and slapped the scared man. Shocked by the blow of a young man barely reaching adulthood, Jorvik forgot his fear for a moment and picked up the axe. Ragnar shook his head and glared at the grey-eyed old man. Jovic paused as if he understood where he was and what he was doing. They were in full view of all the soldiers at the bow of the ship. Attacking the captain's son will bring no honor in the eyes of the gods or sailors. Jorvik's face flushed with embarrassment and Ragnar adjusted his gaze so as not to embarrass the man. Ragnar shook his head and pushed his long hair out of his eyes. Ragnar quietly accepted Jor
This question struck a terrible terror in Russ's spear deck. Ragnar heard the sound of people shifting uncomfortably in the oar. The wizard's wonderful laugh echoed across the water. “Am I a ghost? Does that sound like a ghost? Will my boots become a ghost if I lick my ass for being rude?Laughter was heard from the deck of another ship. "Then come ashore, wolf priest, welcome here." Bring your friends and let's celebrate.'The strange ship performed a maneuver that seemed supernatural to Ragnar. Without turning your back and returning to the shore in sight of the dragon boat. The sound of the oarsmen's drums brought the Russian spear to life at the wharf. Ragnar followed the Wolf Priest through the streets, not knowing why, but before he had another chance in this life, he followed him and asked questions. The rest of the crew either waited in a tavern near the harbor or wandered scattered about the streets. Ragnar was left alone with the wizard. Ragnar walked through cobbled streets
DETEMPELOFJitON“Russia, have you ever seen anything like this? asked Woolley, surprised at his words. Ragnar looked at his wolf brother and shook his head. He had to admit he wasn't. The harbor was large and strange. A huge bend of black rocks led to a large lake covered with black beaches. There was enough room for thousands of dragonships to meet at once without being overwhelmed, and Ragna knew it was time for trade. People came from overseas to buy ax heads, spear blades and all kinds of metalwork. It wasn't the size of the port that caught Ragnar's attention. There were buildings around. The smaller one, twice the size of the long long hall at the back of the house, was the largest building Ragnar had ever seen in his life. It was very strange that they were built of stone. Stone, Ragnarland thought, shuddering. It was unimaginable. What if it's a big earthquake and you throw them to the ground? Wouldn't an avalanche of falling rocks turn everyone inside into bloody masses? This