Vikings: Journey of the Juggernaut

Chapter 36 The past of Puffin, the name of Mist Crow
In the arena, when I saw the slave with no legs crawling over with his body supported by both hands, the blind slave with severed hands walking around aimlessly, and the loud cry of a baby that reached my ears. .

This weird scene made Myra's whole body tremble uncontrollably, and she secretly encouraged herself in her heart.

'Kill them all and you will become a glorious raider. '

Until the maggot-like slave reached in front of him and stretched out his bony arms to grab him——

Myra's hand holding the sword softened momentarily, and she quickly took a few steps back.

Seeing this scene, the slave moved faster and seemed unwilling to let him go. He immediately moved and chased after him.

Myra felt her scalp numb, her expression became more and more nervous, and she ran away far away.

Hearing the noise, the blind slaves with severed hands wandered around in the direction of the sound, and the baby's cry became even louder.

"Grandfather, grandfather..."

Facing the encirclement and suppression of the two weird slaves, Myra's mentality completely collapsed, and she shouted loudly while running.

In the stands there were whistles, jeers, laughter mixed with boos.

"Young-headed boy, what you need now is not to call your grandfather, but to go home and ask your mother for some nutrition, haha..."

"The Yingshan warrior in front was carelessly killed, and now this one is being chased around by a thin, disabled pagan. Are there any new warriors who can fight tonight?"

"What are the swords and shields in your hands for? Just knock them a few times and you'll be honest."

"It is worthy of the shame of the arena..."

There is no doubt that this is a farce.

It's okay to be unable to attack these disabled heretics, but being chased seems a bit too funny, and such a scene is really not very decent.

"Next game, hurry up and do the next game, don't embarrass yourself again."

While everyone was talking, the old man with the sheep head also applied to terminate the baptism.The warriors took back the two slaves and the baby, and brought Myra back to the baptismal stand.

The old man with the sheep's head and his grandson unknowingly approached the Mist Crow tribe team, and then sighed to everyone: "For us, the baptism battle is still too difficult."

Jackham responded smoothly: "This way, even I can't get through at all."

"Don't be discouraged, young man. You are still so young. If you can't pass this time, try next time. Don't be discouraged." The old man with the sheep's head looked very pleased to see that the young man stopped talking nonsense.

Then he turned to look at Kaisen and Reilly, "The same goes for you, just temper yourself this time and don't lose heart."

In his opinion, the largest one, Jecam, couldn't make sense, and the two smaller ones in front of him were naturally even more unreasonable.

"The battle of baptism is very dangerous. The Yingshan warrior from before is an example." The sheep-headed old man continued to talk to Bassomo, "Commander, you must pay attention. Once you see that the situation is not good, report to him in time. The whale warrior applied to stop fighting. These are my experience..."

Bartholomew raised his eyes to the sky and pretended not to hear.

In his heart, he slandered: You sheep-headed tribesmen know nothing about warriors.

"The next three duels are still baptismal battles. All three of them are from the Mistcrow tribe, and all of them are 15 years old..."

Following the introduction of the arena presiding officer, mutual exchanges also came from the stands.

"The Mist Crow Tribe is no weaker than the Eagle Mountain Tribe. We can finally see a more normal battle this time."

"That's not necessarily true. 15 is still too young. Besides, tonight's baptismal battle looks very ominous."

"I heard that the Mistcrow tribe produced a great general a few months ago. Maybe it's not certain that there have been so many talents in recent years."

"Just listen to the qualifications of a general. A little bit of talent is called the qualifications of a general. Some of them are real. They are all bragging to put money in the face of their own tribe."

Everyone around them nodded. Every year, there are quite a few people who are claimed to have the qualifications of a general. However, one by one, all of them can only be said to have a little talent.Not to mention generals, even war commanders are afraid that there is no hope.

If it were really that easy, this year there would be one general for this tribe, and next year there would be one general for that tribe, the entire northern border would have been full of generals, and there would be only four of them like now.

……

When they heard that they were warriors from the Mist Crow Tribe, several women from the Puffin Tribe thought of something and started chattering:

"Marlena, I remember that your stepdaughter married into this Mistcrow tribe, and her husband was a young and handsome man who was well-known at the time."

"But I seem to have heard that her husband died during a robbery at sea a few years ago."

"Ah, then why doesn't she go back to the tribe..." someone said in surprise.

Noticing Marlena's gloomy expression, everyone stopped talking. They again remembered that Marlena had a very bad relationship with her stepdaughter. I heard that both her children were killed by that stepdaughter. of.

However, Marlena's husband, the stepdaughter's father, said it was an accident.

"Why does she have the face to return to the tribe?"

Marlena took over the words angrily, "When I first married her, although I was not too enthusiastic about her, I never treated her badly, and she never lost her share of the good food and good clothes. As a result, This vicious and vicious woman not only killed my four-year-old daughter, but also killed my newborn son a few years later. Even though I can’t find any evidence, I know it was this bad guy who did it... "

Thinking of the name 'Itiya', deep resentment flashed in the woman's eyes, "Over and over again, how could there be such a coincidence, maybe the husband of the Mist Crow tribe died because of this bad guy. She is acting in secret. She is gentle and virtuous on the surface, but cold-blooded and cruel secretly. She is a monster." "This is too scary!"

The women around her suddenly felt a little creepy. Marlena's temperament had been a bit weak since she was a child, and she really didn't look like she would become a vicious stepmother.

It wasn't until his daughter died in the well that his temper got worse.Later, after his son died, his temper became even more violent, and he openly broke up with his stepdaughter.It wasn't until the current child was born and the stepdaughter married outside that her temperament softened.

Now that I think about it, maybe that stepdaughter really has a big problem.After all, she was the only one present when the little girl fell into the well.

"Malena, do you want to remind the people of the Mistcrow tribe?" a woman said.

"With that bad guy's deep scheming, even if he did it, no one would notice it. The reminder might even arouse the resentment of the Mistcrow tribe, thinking that we are sowing discord." Marlena shook her head and said firmly He said, "Sooner or later the fox's tail will be exposed one day, and her end will definitely not be good."

"It feels terrible not to talk about her anymore."

Everyone turned their attention back to the arena below. The first duel of the Mist Crow tribe was about to begin. The first warrior named Kaisen was introduced, using a one-handed long sword.

"This man is so trustworthy that he doesn't even hold a shield."

"I'm afraid he will die of arrogance and arrogance like the Yingshan warriors."

Amid the discussion around them, the showdown below was about to break out.

I saw the Mist Crow warrior striding forward. The sword raised by the slave who was the first to test was easily dodged, and a line of blood overflowed from his neck in the next moment.

"This man is so strong..."

Before he finished speaking, the Mist Crow warrior sidestepped the No. 2 slave's attack, and the long sword bypassed the slave's raised shield and directly penetrated his neck.

"This is too neat and tidy..."

Before anyone could blink, the last slave who came up also fell down, clutching his throat.

It won’t take more than five breaths!
It can be said that the slaves were already dead the moment they passed each other, and they were not at the same fighting level at all.

After a moment of silence, the stands burst into deafening cheers:
"This is the warrior of the North. The two in front are useless."

"This guy named Kaisen is really strong. His swordsmanship is terrifying."

"I know him, Keson Barnard, the direct grandson of the leader of the Mist Crows, a super genius, and a certain war commander in the future."

"This kind of battle is called a battle, but it's not satisfying at all. It's over before it starts. I'm really looking forward to the next one. I hope the next one from the Mistcrow tribe can continue such explosive killing scenes."

"..."

At this time, the sheep-headed old man and his grandson Myra who were in the baptism stand were also completely dumbfounded. Look at them, killing people is easier than cutting up chickens, so they are called warriors.

The old man with the sheep's head blushed even more. He had told the three of them not to lose heart earlier, and he might have been laughed at in his heart by the surrounding soldiers. He was really embarrassed.

Everything is strange...

The old man with the goat's head turned around and began to educate Jecam beside him: "My child, you are really dishonest. You couldn't make sense before."

Jackham laughed and said: "I obviously said it was easy, but you don't believe it. Besides, I don't make sense. I won't kill babies. This is not a normal battle."

"Is it easy for you three?" The old man with the sheep head still didn't believe it.

"That's natural. Look at my size. Cutting down these skinny slaves is not the same as killing chickens." Jackham said confidently.

"You should be the strongest among you, or just a little bit worse than Kaisen." The sheep-headed old man looked at the calf in front of him, and then took another look at Kaisen who was walking out of the field.

He didn't know much about combat, but this guy named Kaisen could pass the baptismal battle so easily. He didn't need to know much to know that this person must be very strong.

"No, I am the weakest, and Kaison is not the strongest." Jecam pointed to Rayleigh beside him, "He is the strongest."

"Ah?" The old man with the sheep's head opened his mouth wide. He glanced at the silent guy wearing a bamboo hat next to him, and suddenly felt that this man had become unpredictable.I thought this person was too weak to speak before...

"Old man, watch me go up and show you my third hand."

After Jackam finished speaking, he followed the war whale warrior to the arena.

Commander Bartholomew rarely showed a satisfied look at Jekham. This 'old man' called him very wonderfully and won his heart.

The goat-headed old man did not notice these minor details, and still looked a little disbelieving as he asked the surrounding fogcrow warriors: "Is this Rayleigh really the strongest among the three young men?"

"Well deserved."

"Riding the dust!"

All the surrounding soldiers nodded.

"I can't believe that you know how to hide things at such a young age. Young man, you are amazing." The old man with the sheep head noticed the extremely affirmative eyes and turned around to start exaggerating about Rayleigh.

"They are too flattering. My strength is just mediocre." Rayleigh responded with a smile.

(End of this chapter)