book of old days

Chapter 103 Berserker Potion

It is very possible that Uruk was possessed by a bear and ran away when Aum launched a battle of gods.

That bear is the so-called Hand of God, possessing the power of Uruk. Since it is the Hand of God, it must be different from ordinary beasts. Even if it lives for hundreds of years, it is not impossible.

But why did it come here?Do you want to go back to the Temple of the Gods?
If this is the case, it means that they should not be far from the temple of the gods now, Xiao En thought, and couldn't help but get excited, trekking through mountains and rivers, wearing a cape and snow, are they finally going to find their destination?

While he was thinking, the Nords were already discussing countermeasures.

"Since it's a beast, it's easy to handle. No matter how cruel it is, it can't beat muskets and bullets!"

"Yes, if you see it again, you must let it know how powerful we Nords are!"

"Put its skin and sell it for money, maybe you can make a lot of money."

As soon as they heard that it was just a bear, everyone immediately cheered up.

This kind of self-confidence comes from the Nords' hunting experience and experience for thousands of years, as well as the Nords' self-confidence in their own bravery. As long as it is a tangible beast, there is nothing terrible, even if it has a human face. .

In contrast, they seem to be more afraid of Sean. Summoning a soul, no matter what cultural background it is placed in, is something mysterious and dangerous.

"Okay, the matter has been clarified, it's just a wild beast, let's go back and have a good rest, and set off at dawn tomorrow, hunt it down, kill it, avenge Sigmund and Willy, and give us this time by the way A perfect winter hunt with a perfect trophy."

Ragnar waved his hand as he spoke, and everyone rushed to the Keel Hall impatiently.

Ragnar deliberately walked behind the team, and said to Sean in a low voice, "I think we're close."

"Close to what?"

"What the devil promised us! Wealth that will bring us full rewards, and the power of God.

I can feel that maybe the gods are watching us right now, that bear may be sent by the gods to give us a test, I will definitely be able to overcome it, and then get the power of the gods! "

Sean couldn't help being speechless after hearing this. Ragnar's association ability is quite strong, but brother, your thinking is wrong, that bear is probably a god itself.

But if you can kill a god, maybe you can really get some kind of benefits from it, right?
Seeing Ragnar's excited look, Sean couldn't help reminding, "But you'd better be mentally prepared, they might not be what you imagined."

Soon everyone returned to the Keel Hall. After such a commotion, everyone couldn't sleep anymore, so they all gathered around the firepit, and while they were warming up, they discussed the matter of hunting the giant bear tomorrow.

The fat man reheated the leftover food from yesterday, and ate while chatting. When the talk got excited, he danced excitedly.

Ragnar encouraged everyone as always, and seemed to be ready for tomorrow's hunt.

Milok looked at Ragnar worriedly but hurriedly, and he stood up suddenly.

"Lord, I have something to say!" It was the first time he used the official title of Lord, and everyone couldn't help but look at him.

"I don't think we should stay here, let's get out of here at dawn tomorrow, get out of this ominous place, go fuck the bear, go fuck the revenge, we're here to hunt for money and Fur, that beast is very unusual, I can feel it, and I guess you can feel it too, right, instead of fighting that beast desperately, it is better to leave while there is still a chance.

We'll always find our prey if we're patient, there's no need to wrestle with a monster that can smash through wooden walls with its claws. "

Milok's words caused a commotion, and Ragnar smiled, "Milok, you are getting older, why are you getting less and less courageous, it's just a beast, maybe it's huge, maybe it's very strong, but We are Nords, we are skilled hunters, we are brave warriors, shall we be frightened away by a beast?"

Ragnar said, looking at the crowd, his agitation was quickly answered.

"of course not!"

"Fuck it!"

People shouted.

Milok's expression is still calm, "What is it for Ragnar, this is not like you at all, what drove you to go to such a distant place? You didn't say it at the beginning, do you want to think about our family?"

Ragnar's face froze. Naturally, he couldn't explain that a devil had made a promise to him. He asked in a deep voice, "Are you questioning your lord?"

Milok didn't take it seriously, "The times have changed, and there are no lords anymore."

"But I'm still your captain."

"That's right, but the hunting captain should protect his men, not lead them to death."

The two refused to give in to each other, and looked at each other angrily. Ragnar had a special status and had a strong appeal among the Nords.

But Milok has rich experience. Old people of his age are not common among the Nords. Although everyone is laughing and joking on weekdays, people still have some respect for experienced old hunters like Milok. , being able to live for such a long time at least shows that he has enough experience.

Especially in this kind of life-and-death situation, it is really easy for people to calm down after thinking about the dangers involved.

Yi Guo suddenly stood up, "Can I say a few words?"

To talk about relying on the old to sell the old, he is the only person present who is more qualified than Milok.

"I have come to ask for death, and everyone must be aware that I could have stayed in Nordforsen, in a warm bed, warmed by the fire, and died peacefully in my sleep.

At my age, money doesn't mean much to me anymore, but I'm here anyway.

Maybe Ragnar is right, there are no gods in this world, no Aum, no temples, who knows.

But even so, if I had to choose again, I would still come, because I am a Nord, and the Nord should not shrink back, covet life and fear death. The ancestors of the Nord were once brave and fearless warriors, and they are fierce A wild beast, no matter how powerful the enemy is, it is fearless.

But look at you now, what kind of Nords are you to fear just because of a beast, and you are dishonoring your ancestors.

Lord Lord, no matter what happens tomorrow, I will face it with you, whether it is a beast or a monster, even if it is facing the gods, I will not have the slightest fear. "

Old Yiguo's words made the hunters get excited again, all of them screamed with enthusiasm.

"Ragnar, I'll go with you."

"Haha, I told you a long time ago, the beast will never run away with me there."

"Old Yiguo, what you said is too much. Whoever said to give up, my shotgun is already hungry and thirsty."

Faced with the changes in the crowd, Milok looked anxious, and he stared at Yi Guo, but Yi Guo smiled at him.

However, facing the sudden change, Ragnar suddenly became calmer.

He thought for a moment, then said in a deep voice: "I don't want you to be forced to join in, or just to prevent others from underestimating you. I will lead you to this winter hunt. Naturally, I hope that you can return with a full reward. Go back alive.

I will set off at dawn tomorrow. If you don’t want to participate, you can stay here. There is no need to be embarrassed. We will always need someone to guard our supplies, and this operation will indeed be more dangerous. I have my own reasons to act. But you better think it through.

If we haven't returned after seven days, Milok—you take those who stayed behind to Nordforsen. "

Ragnar's words made people calm down a little, and the hall fell into silence for a while.

Sean looked at all this and never got involved. Strictly speaking, he still doesn't belong to this group. It's better for an 'outsider' like him to be less involved in such internal affairs.

While others were discussing, he took out a grinder from his pocket, and a few packs of plant leaves and seeds, and started to grind it finely with the grinder.

It contains the sword blood grass he collected on the road, and several other plants. These are the materials used by the ancient Nords to make the "God's Blood". He kept collecting along the way, basically After collecting all of them, Alvie knew this potion very well. Even though it was just an occasional stroke in that memory, the relevant data was still recorded by Xiao En.

Seeing Xiao En's movements, several familiar hunters cast curious glances.

The fat man moved closer, looking curiously at the tube in his hand.

"What's this? New BBQ seasoning?"

"No, these are all herbs, one or two are even a little poisonous, not for barbecue."

As Sean said, he took out another clay pot and a jar from his pocket, from which he poured out some bright red liquid—wolf blood.

This was collected by Sean from the corpse of the direwolf after he killed the direwolf. In fact, ordinary wolf blood would also work, but Sean felt that the blood of the direwolf might be more effective.

It can still keep fresh after a week. It seems that the dimension pocket does have a certain freshness preservation function.

He poured the ground herbs and wolf blood into clay pots and boiled them on the firepit.

Soon the wolf's blood in the clay pot with herbs turned into a scarlet viscous liquid.

Sean smelled it, and the smell was exactly the same as the "God's Blood" in his memory. Olaf drank this and stepped on the battlefield.

This kind of potion can be regarded as a kind of stimulant made by local method, which can greatly improve the strength and morale of the user, making them fearless of pain and fear.

But what Xiao En valued the most was actually its fury effect. People who drank this potion would feel full of anger and fighting spirit in their hearts, which could just enhance the power and endurance of his fire of anger.

Before, he had been debating whether to drink this kind of thing. Although it should work well in theory, the side effects are also obvious. Once the effect of the medicine wears off, he will enter a weak state.

And once in a frenzy, the ability to control the flames of anger is likely to be affected. When a person is extremely angry, who knows what morale will be done, the so-called "superior" is not just a casual talk.

The fire of anger is also a very dangerous spiritual magic, which has to be guarded against.

But if he was going to fight Uruk, Sean felt that it was necessary to bring it just in case.

He poured the boiled medicine into the empty glass bottles prepared in advance, and filled five bottles in total, each bottle was about 200 milliliters, which was just enough to dry in one gulp.

"What is this?" Ragnar also came over.

Sean picked up a bottle and looked at the blush reflected by the liquid inside under the light of the fire.

"A kind of potion I invented, I named it 'Berserker Potion', after drinking it, you will become infinitely powerful, with inexhaustible strength, and fearless, just like the Berserker in ancient legends , but be careful, once the effect of the medicine wears off, the user will fall into a weak state, so it’s best not to drink it unless it’s absolutely necessary—would you like a bottle?”

Ragnar cautiously took a bottle over, put it in his pocket and put it away.

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