He didn't know why, but he knew for sure what was going to happen. The location, the WolfPriest's words, and Hakon's actions were part of it. They said it didn't matter and they had everything to prove. He didn't know what he was up against, but he was sure he would find something and even kill the nasty Strybjorn for a deal!He looked around and tried to make eye contact with the others. There was only one person who smiled at him. Everyone else seemed lost in reality. Ragnar was not surprised. I had a lot to think about. He's been in the news so much it's hard to believe he's only been here a day. In the evening he was interrogated by Ranek. All the information he had given to the Wolf Priest's question was moved to a large leather room in the hall. He was then subjected to a physical examination, which Ranek called the Iron Priest. When things don't go well, Ragnar almost flies into a rage. There were no mutations between flashes. Babies who showed signs of chaos drowned at birth.
HUNTINGRAGNER lashed out, Strybjorn, appears with a wooden staff. Her thick forehead shrugged and took a step back. 'Look at! Killing me!” He screamed and left. The candidate's rotation approach has been approved. Ragnar looked at Sergeant Hakon to confirm his kill. Grimscope slapped and struck with a wooden staff. The curved end caught Ragnar just below the ribs and forced all the air out of his lungs. He was pushed home with all the power and weight of the skull's massive body behind him. It was a knife drill and no punch was made. Haakon didn't want to get used to fighting enemies that didn't hit as hard and fast as there. Pain hurt Ragnar again. Just pick it up. he shook Around him, he saw the smiling and mocking faces of the other candidates. They stood in a circle to watch the fight. Strybjorn detonated a staff from Ragnar's skull. The stars twinkled at the sight of the lightning. Haakon knelt, moaning in pain for a long time. He could tell that Strybjorn wanted to kick his leg
Ragnar turned and looked back the way they had come. A cool breeze blew her long black hair in her face. Clouds filled the sky felt closer than ever. At least they were white and patchy, not dark and heavy with the threat of rain. He sniffed the air and smelled the pine. It was strange to him that the great salt he had known all his life was not there. Below, Russvik appeared as a small hut, surrounded by wooden fences and a deep ditch. All around them were visible peaks rising into the sky. He breathed hard. they were all His hips felt like jelly from climbing steep slopes for so long. His knees felt weak. Her face turned red. They were relieved to see that none of the others looked well. Going up and down the nearby hills made sense now. Ragnar doubted he could reach this height without a break if he wasn't trained. It was fun though. vast country. It seemed like it would take forever. The pillars of the peak seemed to support the dome of the sky that stretched endlessly above him.
When they returned,Ragnar found nothing on their shoulders and sad faces. Their hunt was in vain. Now here in the dark, tired of those stories, Ragnar tried not to think about the monster that awaited the great and small mountain range. They passed the cave a few miles ago. None of them wanted to find anything hidden in the cave. Nothing can happen, but who knows? In addition to Raulfen, there can be trolls, wizards and anyone else. Ragnar was happy to gather firewood early. Finally, you are very likely to set up camp at dusk. A spring flowing along a nearby hillside provided them with water. He ran to the rocky shore of a small lake at the end of the clearing. The still black water seemed as deep as the sea, and Ragnar thought it would bring him a fish. But because tonight was close, they tried to make do with what they had. Ragnar Kjeland ordered Hank to set fire, and Strybjörn and Sven gathered branches to build a makeshift shelter for the night they heard from Russvik. He himself
Late. The wolf's voice faded into the distance. Perhaps they had found another prey, Ragnar thought. Or just getting closer. Snoring could be heard from the makeshift shelter behind the fire. It was noisy and vibrated with a combination of a blacksmith's bellows and a tin rasphingologist. It was enough to banish all thoughts of sleep from Ragnar's mind. Ragnar looked away from the fire as Hakon had taught him. Wait, nose messing with your night vision. Holding the spear in his hand, he thought about what to do if a wolf or dark monster attacked him. This mountain night had a strange and strange character, unlike anything he knew at home. The vastness and emptiness of the mountain suggests that there is room for anything, even if you are hiding something inhuman and evil. Back on the island, Ragnar felt that his tribe could learn all about living and dead rocks. When I was young, camping inevitably took me to a place not far from the village, a place I had seen or played a hundred time
THE TRIALSAre you sure it happened? Hakona asked. He was silent for a while after insisting that Ragnar repeat the story. Ragnar looked over his sergeant's shoulder and remembered the march back to Russvik. I did not feel good. Meanwhile, he thought about Hank's fate. He was full of anxious thoughts that his friend's fate could easily become his own. Hank was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Ragnar clearly knew that he too had been taken prisoner. Seeing the exhausted faces of his surprised companions, he knew they were thinking the same thing. Tired from the long journey back to camp, they began howling at the wolves in the distance. I expected to jump into the shadows and fight to the death, but nothing happened. The terrified screams of the animals shook him to the bone and echoed like the hum of an afterlife. Ragnar is convinced that starting tonight, he will relive his dreams and see that the trolls, the wolves and the dead Hank form an inseparable relationship. He felt gui
He turned his shoulders to make sure Sven and Strybjorn were still there. He could make out their dark silhouettes in the darkness and a dead deer still stuck between them. Looking ahead, he saw Kjeland making his way through the darkness. If he can help it, he won't lose any of his warriors except the claws. It doesn't seem very likely now. In the months since Hank's death, his comrades have grown stronger and stronger. They filled them with constant training and exercise, making them stronger, leaner, and faster than any Ragnar Islander knew. He himself felt twice, even ten times more capable than when he came here. He was thinking. In the months that followed, he learned what had shocked him. He could identify all the edible plants and animals on the surrounding hills. He knew shelter and fire. It can even build a small igloo out of winter snow protected from skin-to-the-bone ice storms. He knew how to heal wounds and frostbite. He learned hand-to-hand combat and is now as skilled
Ragnar ran forward. He jumped on the sofa and jumped over the table. The weight of his body and the momentum of his jumps carried him into battle. He grabbed Mikawa Ball's neck with his hands and led him to the floor. Mika's head hit the hall floor hard. Ragnar crouched, jumped up, and turned as Hedo. With incredible speed, the candidate rose from his chair. Ragnar grabbed him under the chin with his legs. From the moment he found his feet in bandages, he wiggled his toes. With the force of the shovel, Vol's head flipped back and he fell backwards onto another table, spilling food and porridge everywhere. "You can't stand still like that!" said a bewildered newcomer Ragnard didn't know jumping over the table and charging at him. "No, stripes?" You growled and slapped Ragnar's chin. The newcomer's friends obviously didn't like it and attacked her. With a wild smile, Ragnar looked around at his new enemy and felt a cold wind hit his back. The door to the long hall opened and Ragnar hea