The leader was ready and returned to the ranks of the warriors, and the old Skald Imgrim moved quietly, swaying in the fire. The disciples followed him with musical instruments in hand and slowly began to beat to his words. lmogrim took a harp and played several chords. . His fingers moved slowly over the broken string, as if trying to organize his thoughts. Asmil played with his thin, bloodless lips. The light illuminated every seam of his trembling face, making his eyes a deep cavern. His long white beard shone in the flickering light. The crowd held their breath and waited for it to begin. It was quiet all night. Ragnar looked around and saw Ana. He seemed to be looking at her when their eyes met, and she looked down awkwardly at the ground. Aunt Grim Tochant began. His voice was soft and surprisingly resonant, and his words seemed to flow to the beat of the drums. It was as if the great well within him was tapped and slowly but surely it began to flow.In his first major battle, h
He added "The Deed of the Thunderers," their ancestral song, begun in the Lost Age hundreds of generations ago by every Skald who has held their place since. Zharly said that if his people have a heart, it is a shattering memory. It was in these moments that Ragnar realized the truth. Of course I didn't have time to tell the whole story tonight or any other night, so Imogrim made do with the pieces. It refers to the earliest era when humans sailed between spaceships created by God. He told of Ruth, who came to teach the people how to survive in the dark times when an ancient evil shook and conquered the world. He sang of the ancient wars and all their mighty lightning deeds. How Verak's son defeated the dragonHe also asked for an iron chest and the hand of Maya, the spirit of lightning. About how the great navigator Niall sailed the world aboard his mighty ship WindWolf. After night, the trolls came and drove the Lightning Fist from their ancestral lands. He tells how Ragnar's father
Their situation seems to be the same as in the village. They will get married, have children and live together. Now that future, of course, is gone as if someone had burned it. All that was left was blood, ashes, and perhaps the dishonorable life of a slave. He knew he couldn't afford it. What happens? he couldn't stand But he couldn't walk. The same charm that had drawn him to the girl before didn't stop him from leaving now. Instead, he walked up to her, put the ax down, touched her face, traced the line with his finger and tried to memorize it so that if she came into her life, he could take her to hell. . The fact that there would be nothing left and that their lives would end before they even began made her heart pound. He reached out and pulled her in for one last kiss. Their lips touched for a moment and he pushed her away. "Hi." he said softly. - It will be sweet."Let him not take the children of his people," he said. Doing so would put his life in danger. Fights broke out an
FATIGUE surpassed RAGNAR. He felt himself slowing down. The power came from him. The speed has decreased. He blocked a shot from the Grimskull Warrior and retired on the second swing. The tip of the ax slipped from his tunic, leaving a bloody gash on his chest. He took his hand off the hatchet and used another weapon to cut a large chunk off the attacker's hatchet. Behind him were several Grim Skulls. Whoever kills the other two seems to step forward to take their place forever. It doesn't matter to Ragnar. He was just going to kill him, paying the price for killing his father and stealing the life he had been with Ana. He knew that if he set foot in a cold hell, he would meet many people he had killed and that knowledge would make him happy. He regretted that he could not kill them and that he could not subdue the bloody rage that gripped the crowd. The attack felled the next two attackers and Ragnar realized he was powerless. He burned his power like a fire-eating tree in this battl
SelectRagnaplatedin is a sea of pain. His whole body was burning. He did everything he could in a way he never thought possible, and he was convinced that no one could endure perseverance. So he thought. It was not what he expected. It wasn't cold. It was just pain. Where were the others he killed? Why didn't they meet him somewhere? Where was the judge of the dead? Where were his father, mother and the rest of his relatives? His suffering gave him a terrible sense of hopelessness. It is not selected. He did not wake up from the great table in the Halls of Heroes on the Eternal Mountain. It could not be expressed enough. shortened. This thought hit him hard and he knew nothing. He felt the pain again, but it seemed to calm down. There was a strange crackling sound and a strong roar of wind in his ears. Little by little he realized that his throbbing could be his heart or the wind could be shortness of breath. Then, wherever he was wounded, his chest seemed to burn. I wanted to scre
what if they're alive - Ragnar saw where it should hurt the best. - Sure..."You're already dead, aren't you?" that's what you're talking about You did it right. Die or it's better. My heart stopped beating and I was bleeding profusely. Your body has taken a lot of damage, but that's not enough. Before you were brain dead, our therapist visited you, and what you did was... our magic... resistant.''Ragnar was sure he had muttered one more word before casting the spell, but it was an unheard and meaningless word only expected from a wizard. They riddles and plate. However, his words gave Ragnar hope. "Can you bring back the dead?" Then dad..."- Dad can't. Lanex said. He pointed to a distant fire. "When you helped me, why didn't you help him?" You may.' Ragnar was ashamed that sadness did not soften his voice at all. “He has not proven himself unworthy of our help or attention. You do. My son, you are chosen. - What did you choose?"If that's your fate, you'll find out sooner than late
Below he saw Grimskull's fleet breaking through the waves and wondered once again who knew who was on board. Then the gray mist cleared around the aircraft and the ship began to shake. Ragnar became terrified as he wondered if the wind demon would drive them from the sky or what evil magic had taken them. And I slowly realized that I was passing through the clouds. As soon as these thoughts came to mind, they appeared in the sunlight and the trembling subsided. Below him, Ragnar saw the endless white sea. Sometimes it was blue. He thought he was looking up at the top of a cloud and looking at a sight rarely afforded to humans. For a moment you felt a wave of wonder and gratitude. airship. Ragnar was still pressed into the chair. He felt the huge fists crushing him and threatening to trample him. He looked at the others and saw the shriveled flesh of Ranek's face.through invisible fingers What absurd news was this, he wondered fearlessly. Whatever it was, it didn't seem to bother the
welcome to Russvik, dogs! There is no doubt that you can survive here. As I heard, Hakon said he was a newcomer at 1 o'clock. - Chief Hakon at 1 o'clock. That's my title. you use it Otherwise, Rousseau, it will tear your limbs like a child tormenting Paris.Ragnar looked at the announcer, holding back his immediate hatred. Sergeant Haakon was a scary character, but Ragnar had to hate him at this point. The Hakon Desert is strong. Like Ranek, he was much taller than the average human, and would have been much wider if it weren't for the shining armor encasing him. Like Lanek, she often drew fangs that appeared when she smiled and was fierce. Like Ranek, he wore many small amulets with clear mystical meanings. It contained a great sword with jagged edges, a mysterious weapon used by Ranek to track down the dragon, and various equipment. His armor and fetishes weren't as flashy as the Wolf Priestess, but they were and should be of the same brand. from blacksmiths. Ragnar wondered where t