Vikings: Journey of the Juggernaut

Chapter 102 The Darkened Rayleigh

The light of the setting sun pulled out hundreds of figures and poured into the long street.

The leader riding the black horse was a man with black armor and eagle eyes.

This person is none other than the First Swordsman of the Seven Kingdoms of Britain and the Commander-in-Chief of the Austrian Iron Guard, Insameus, the Divine Sword of Dawn.

Corpses were hanging on the houses on both sides of the street at the entrance. The strong smell of blood and the bright red bloodstains all over the street made it feel like walking into a hell on earth.

The leader of the group, a tall corpse, had its head cut off.

"Let them down."

Because Samus's voice was deeper and colder than usual.

As a soldier, he will die sooner or later, but Astor's death in battle came much earlier than he imagined.

……

Norfolk, Calitch Stronghold.

Seeing the Mistcrow fleet returning to the stronghold and bringing back the head of the Iron Guard's deputy commander, a burst of fanatical cheers suddenly sounded from around them.

"This guy killed a lot of Vikings. I never thought a day like this would happen."

"Commander Dao En, you have really done a good job for everyone. Here is a toast to Mist Crow."

"Dear Mist Crow, it's time for the Divine Sword of Dawn to be more honest now."

The Vikings in the stronghold held up their wine glasses and looked at the head with open eyes, feeling very happy in their hearts.

After the greetings, Dawn began to trade slaves with Kalic. Of the more than 20 high-quality slaves captured, except for a few women who were left behind by tribal warriors, the rest were sold.

A total of less than 50 silver coins were sold. Compared to the two treasure chests and the hundreds of silver coins looted from Baron Collins, capturing these slaves was really not profitable and was better than nothing.

Reilly was playing with the iron-blooded spear that Shurut, Victor, and Sophia asked him to take away.

The shaft of this knight's spear is made entirely of fine iron, and is nearly two meters long. The front end is like a sword blade. Although it is not as good as legendary weapons such as the Black Coffin and the Thorn Shroud, it is still an extraordinary and high-quality piece. arms.

The only problem is that it is too heavy, as heavy as the black coffin, and is simply beyond his control now.

The fine chain armor of the great warrior was also given to him by Commander Daun as a symbol of his promotion to captain.

But with my current body shape, it doesn’t fit well.

He was not in a hurry to dismantle the chain armor and make it fit again. Now was the time when his body was growing most rapidly. He had to wait until his body was almost in shape before making a suitable chain armor or even a zha armor.

With the hunt for the Predator's head this time, the visible Viking warriors from other tribes in the stronghold looked at him with much more reverence than before.

The Iron Guards moved extremely quickly, and at dawn the next day, they were waiting for the arrival of this unit.He shot an arrow from far away from the stronghold, and then left quickly.

Kalic took the note, went to Mist Crow's main tent, and handed it to Dawn.

After Dawn opened it, his pupils changed slightly, and he passed the note to the captains around him.

Lei Li and others stared at it and saw an iron voice speaking from above:
Astor's head is given to you as a wine cup. If you want the remains, you can hit the walls of Cambridge to get it yourself.

……

The soldiers took turns reading the note, their hearts burning with anger, but there was nothing they could do.

"This is the Divine Sword of Dawn. He is a person who will not compromise with his opponents."

Kalic sighed with emotion, and then said, "Commander Daun, how about you sell this head to us for a thousand silver coins?"

Everyone around took a breath. One head cost a thousand silver coins. The two dozen high-quality slaves who were so troublesome to transport yesterday only had less than 50 silver coins in total.

Unless the slave trade is a large-scale and long-term continuous transaction, it is really not as profitable as hunting high-end warriors and conquering nobles.

"I'm going to keep it as a wine glass for the tribe." Dao En also felt a little uncomfortable. The Dawn Sword was indeed a difficult opponent.

If it were in the past, he might have sold it, but now that the tribe was not short of money, he had no interest in selling it. It was more appropriate to give it to the fleet as an embellishment of his achievements.

It is conceivable that every time the fleet comes over, everyone will talk about and think of this glorious record at the first sight of the Predator's head, which can increase the majesty and prestige of the fleet.

Kalic felt a little regretful: "Okay, but if you want to sell it anytime, you can contact us at any time, or if you hunt other big shots, you can also sell it to us. Earl Hurricane is very interested in the heads of big shots."

"Yeah." Dawn nodded.

A strange feeling flashed through Rayleigh's mind. Countless Vikings had the hobby of collecting the skulls of opponents or some special people for collection. Just like people in previous lives liked to collect famous paintings and antiques, they could add them to the collection when their friends came. The room was drinking wine and bragging.

He introduced so-and-so from which tribe this was, how powerful he was during his lifetime, who was from which kingdom that head belonged to, and what his life was like.

This is one of the most elegant Viking hobbies!

Kalic said again: "When the time is right, Earl Hurricane will definitely hope to break Cambridge together with everyone, and he will definitely make the Dawn Sword pay a bloody price."

"I'm waiting for that day to come."

Dawn let out a sigh. Since the second goal was not achieved, it was time to return.

Now that Dawn Divine Sword is prepared, if trouble occurs in the past, if something goes wrong, it will be a heavy loss.

After all, he is not an opponent that can be underestimated!

"Everyone pack up and prepare to return home." Dawn said to everyone.

Rayleigh and Itia walked towards the old priest and said a simple goodbye. "You're leaving so soon, why don't you stay a few more days?" the old priest said smoothly.

"You think this is your own home. If you stay a few more days, will you provide food?" Yitiya replied casually.

"I have no money." The old priest replied seriously.

"Then if you stay any longer, we will have no choice but to burn, kill and rob your people..."

"You'd better leave quickly." The old priest sighed, "Do less killing, and you won't suffer after death."

"Nonsense, if you don't kill evil enough, you will go to hell, and you will suffer... We want to kill a lot, become a glorious heroic warrior, and follow the gods in the temple to enjoy life."

"..." The old priest was speechless.

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Half a month later, the leader came to the longhouse.

"The Laughing Man's backstab left half of Gorton's hand disabled. In addition, there was hallucinogenic powder on the knife. In order to eliminate the hallucination effect, he had to activate his rage in advance... Reilly survived with superb defense. After watching Gorton's violent time, he finally stood at the end, and this is what happened." Shurut was telling about the power struggle that took place on the ship when it went to sea.

"Afterwards, he burned the bodies of his two opponents, Gorton and Thom, which is worthy of praise."

Dawn took over and said again, "However, he asked his sister to kill Thom's family, which was too cruel and ruthless. This is an extremely troublesome thing."

"It's really a headache." The old man said.

"Yes, if we don't deal with it, other warriors in the tribe may have ideas in their minds. Everyone will imitate this and just kill family members of the same tribe to end everything, and the tribe will lose its rules."

But how to deal with it is a troublesome matter after all.

"We might as well let him speak for himself, it should be coming soon."

Just a moment later, three captains, Victor, Sophia, and Rayleigh, were seen walking through the door.

The old man spoke first: "Reilly, what are your thoughts on the fire at Thom's farm?"

Reilly paused and said something shocking: "I am not worthy of my position, so I request to resign as captain."

As soon as these words came out, Sophia and Victor in the long house were stunned.

"Isn't it too serious?" Sophia frowned.

"You have to understand that if you resign as captain, then if you want to become a captain again, you can only run for the position of intermediate captain. Even you will need a certain number of years of growth." Dawn said.

With Rayleigh's current strength, although it is very good, there is obviously still a long way to go compared to elite berserkers like Victor and Sophia.

Reilly replied: "Kurag is expanding the Calamity Knights. I resigned as captain and went there to explain to the tribe about the fire at Thom's farm."

If he doesn't go, then one of Kayson and Jecam will have to go.

There is a saying in the art of war: If you know yourself and the enemy, you will never be imperiled in a hundred battles.

He also knew the purpose of the old leader giving him the black coffin, and he just took this opportunity to go to the War Whale Tribe to see the god of war who appeared only once in a thousand years and the soldiers around him.

There is also a layer of frustration that has been suppressed for ten years. It is too difficult to be wealthy in the tribe.

Even though this time he received dividends as a captain and had an astonishing wealth of more than 2 silver coins, but just in case, the tribe kept half of it. In the end, his dividends amounted to nearly 200 silver coins.

It seems like a lot, but not enough.

If you continue to stay in the tribe, you will never be able to live a life without worries about food and clothing. You don't know that it will be until the Year of the Monkey, and it will be depressing to stay in the tribe.

Might as well go out for a walk!

The style of the Disaster Knight is comparable to that of the Jin Yiwei in his previous life. It is normal to confiscate homes and exterminate clans. He can act unscrupulously and take money into his own pockets with great greed.

There is no need to worry about the so-called reputation. Kurag will naturally bear the ultimate notoriety.

Only then can thoughts really flow freely, the sea is wide enough for fish to leap, the sky is high enough for birds to fly, and you can do whatever you want——

If you wantonly show your darkened self, your strength will be three points stronger.

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The next day, the Bastian family heads to Staff Farm.

At this time, in the farm, Mr. and Mrs. Kaysen and Bartholomew had already arrived and were waiting to eat.

A strange voice suddenly reached my ears:

"Oh, who is this? How can I get a captain to visit my home?"

Obviously, Jackham was still resentful that Rayleigh didn't take him with him when he went to sea.

"Jackam, you can't talk like that, Rayleigh is doing it for your own good." Winnie said.

"Weini, can you call me by my name directly? You should call me captain politely. When such a captain comes to my farm, it really makes me proud of my ancestors." Jiekamu muttered.

"..." Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Ugh!"

Rayleigh sighed, "It's sad. I waited for you at the port for so long before going to sea. I thought you would come to help me, but it turned out that I just thought..."

(End of this chapter)