Vikings: Nordic women

Chapter 22 Valhalla is calling

As the busy spring ploughing season gradually fades, the summer heat quietly sets in. Villagers hide in their homes, enjoying the rare leisure time after hard work.

The high priest ordered the priests to close the newly installed door of the lord's hall. He secretly sprinkled some strange leaves into the bonfire. The firelight reflected on his face, flashing a mysterious and strange light.

Looking at the members of the Huscarz (Palace Guards) Knights in the hall and the maids brought by Madame Jarre from her home, since Eunice was not there, he began his long-planned performance.

"When the Ragnarok of the Gods comes, the world will fall into unprecedented chaos."

The high priest's voice was deep and powerful, as if it could penetrate the distant time and space and reach the golden Valhalla that the Norse people longed for.

"The sun will grow dim, the stars will fall from the sky, and the earth will sink into the endless ocean.

The giant wolf Fenrir will break free and devour the sun. The mortal serpent Jörmungandr in the deep sea will release venom to pollute the ocean and set off huge waves. The world tree Umurt will be eroded by the poisonous dragon Nidhogg. All of this will lead to the destruction of the entire world. "

He paused, his eyes swept over everyone present, and continued: "However, in this apocalyptic battle, the heroic warriors in Valhalla will play a key role."

The high priest's voice was full of awe, as if he had really seen that scene: "They will follow Odin to fight to the death with the wolf Fenrir, the giant snake Jörmungandr, Hela, the daughter of the evil god Loki, the giants and other enemies.

Although the outcome of this battle was already determined, Woden, who had drunk from the fountain of wisdom at the cost of an eye, had already foreseen it. "

"Hela is the Queen of the Underworld and the Goddess of Death. She is the daughter of Loki and the giantess Angrboda, and the sister of the giant wolf Fenrir and the giant snake Jörmungandr.

She is half beautiful and half rotten, symbolizing the boundary between life and death. She controls the souls of those who died outside the battlefield and rules the underworld, Niflheim.

She will lead her army of the dead to battle against the gods of Asgard."

"The fire giant Surtur leads an army of fire giants to attack Asgard. The world will be engulfed by flames and everything will return to nothingness.

However, as the old world dies, a new world will be reborn from the ruins. After the Ragnarok War, the gods and humans who survived will rebuild their homes in the new world and continue to thrive..."

"Then can Robert Jarl still ascend to Valhalla?" asked Xina.

"As a noble and a warrior chosen by the Valkyrie, Robert Jarre can certainly ascend to Valhalla! But the same cannot be said for you!

Especially you, Sheena, you are not the priest that Woden believes can enter Valhalla, nor are you Yael, who has shown enough courage and heroism. You can only return to Hela..."

Looking at Xina who was extremely interested in the story, the high priest curled up a sly smile and was about to continue to deceive her in order to achieve his long-planned goal.

Eunice came out of the room and coughed lightly to disperse the smoke, interrupting his accumulation of energy.

"Old man, what are you doing again?" Ouni's voice was full of strong dissatisfaction, "It is not allowed to add poisonous leaves to the bonfire here!"

"Hehe, cough, cough, cough..." The high priest was choked and a look of dissatisfaction appeared on his face. He tried to say something, but he was choked by the thick smoke.

Ounnie rolled her eyes. She had no interest in listening to any tales of Ragnarok that had callused her ears. She motioned for someone to open the doors and windows to allow air to circulate.

"Madam, there is news!"

The scouts she sent out disguised as freemen from the town of Throms Falls hurried back to report: "The yalls from other territories have already set out to sea as Vikings."

"Good!" This news was like a spring breeze blowing across the lake, stirring up the waves that Ounnie had been planning for a long time.

She knew that the perfect time for war had come, like a hunter waiting for the moment his prey falls into a trap.

"Send someone to notify several lords, issue a war mobilization order, and ask them to assemble here!" Her eyes sparkled with excitement.

Although it would take some time for them to get here, Ouni was already eager to prepare for the battle. "Mrs. Ouni, can you take us with you? We can fight too!" Hina and other maids who were frightened by the story of Ragnarok also looked at Ouni eagerly.

The Huskalz Knights would definitely accompany Ouni to the battlefield to accumulate combat experience, but they were different.

Ouni thought for a while. She felt that the high priest might steal the house while she was away. After thinking about it, she nodded and agreed to the girls' request to follow: "Then you can follow the baggage train!"

……

The agreed time finally arrived. Ounnie was wearing a reddish-brown long dress, her hair and skirt fluttering gently in the breeze.

She was wearing a fish scale armor, and each scale seemed to be gleaming coldly in the sun. The specially made gorgeous fish scale armor fit her body very well, highlighting her majesty.

The wide dark blue cloak hung behind him like a dark cloud, and matched with the fish scale armor, it gave a unique soft feeling.

She was holding a whip tightly in her hand and riding her donkey. The donkey looked a little strange, as if it was an enlarged version of a rabbit's head, with big buck teeth bared in its grin and long ears, giving people a funny feeling.

Ounnie reached out and touched the donkey's head. She felt its fur was soft and comfortable, and couldn't help but touch it a few more times.

The donkey seemed dissatisfied with Ou Ni's teasing and kept shaking its head, trying to avoid her touch. It also turned its head and stared at her with its big, beautiful eyes, as if it was disgusted.

Ouni watched the donkey's antics, patted its neck gently, and couldn't help laughing.

Harold looked clumsy in the wooden cart pulled by draft horses, and Ernie tried to get him to ride a horse, but he fell off several times.

Although she felt a little helpless, Ouni decided to take him with her.

Once Harold left her, he would become manic and even beat people. The family was almost in chaos because of this. Without three people, he could not be suppressed when he went crazy.

Considering that she might lack some deterrent power, Ouni decided to let Harold act as a bodyguard. In this way, at least on the surface, she had an extra force to rely on.

In front of her, about a hundred young men from Huscarz were lined up in an orderly formation on horseback.

These young men are all outstanding young men carefully selected from various territories. They are young, brave, full of vigor and enthusiasm.

With their unstable values, they looked at Eunice with admiration. In their eyes, she was undoubtedly the embodiment of wisdom, as she led the residents of the small town to safely survive the winter in a food-scarce environment without anyone freezing to death.

They had scabbarded swords hanging from their waists, and two bows and three bags of arrows hanging on their horses' backs, one soft bow and one long bow, both of which were well-made composite bows.

Opposite these young men were the Viking warriors from the town of Skjervik. They stood on the other side, about two hundred warriors, a few of whom had gray hair, but their eyes were still firm and full of fighting spirit.

These Viking warriors are tall and strong, armed with axes, spears, swords and shields, and look fierce, as if they are ready to fight at any time.

Ou Ni looked at the old soldier with white hair and deep wrinkles, and her heart was full of hesitation.

She kicked her donkey's belly and stepped forward, condescendingly admonishing him: "Old man, this war is very dangerous. You should stay safely in the territory!"

However, the old warrior smiled, and his voice, though hoarse, was still full of power: “Please let us old guys act with you, Madame Yar.

I am tired of this old body. I hope that in the last days of my life, I can gain the favor of the Valkyrie and ascend to Valhalla!

When Robert Jarl was alive, I had been a Viking many times, but I could never die. The enemies were too weak and no one could kill me.

Besides, fighting shouldn’t just be for the young!”

(End of this chapter)