Above the mage

Chapter 807 Viking Wolf Harbor

In response to Rogge's gratitude, Sunefa knew perfectly well that the other party had already seen through her origins as an Iceborn mage, which was why she made that special statement.

There was no way to hide it, and she wasn't going to hide it anyway.

"I am Sunafa, the War Mother of the Zhenbing tribe. I have come from afar to make a deal with you Vikings. Please introduce me to the person in charge of your noble family." Sunafa did not stand on ceremony and directly stated her request.

Upon hearing this, Roger gave Sunefa and God, who was standing to the side, a deep look.

Although they have been far from the heart of the North, retreating to the far north for ten thousand years, they have never had any dealings with the Iceborn race again.

However, the ancient traditions have not been completely severed.

No matter what, he had heard of the Zhenbing tribe, one of the three major tribes of the Iceborn.

The significance of the title "Zhenbing War Mother" is very clear to her.

He was filled with curiosity about this unknown transaction, wanting to know what the Iceborn had traveled thousands of miles north to seek.

However, he couldn't ask too many questions about matters of this level.

A brief hesitation flashed across Roger's eyes as he recalled the solemn promise he had made in public earlier.

The Viking barbarians valued integrity and loyalty; their words carried immense weight.

Having just received a life-saving favor, to turn around and refuse it is definitely not the style of a Viking wolf.

He said in a deep voice, "Since it is Zhen Bingzhan's mother who has come, please come with me and I will introduce you to the clan elders."

As soon as he finished speaking, Roger was about to leave, but God did not follow immediately.

His gaze swept across the entire room.

All the Viking monks present were injured.

Although he managed to hold on thanks to his wolf-like physique, he was still in great pain and his face turned pale.

Gao De asked, "Should I treat your wounded first?"

Upon hearing this, Rogge's eyes lit up immediately: "You're a healing mage?"

As wolf-born, the Vikings' awakened magical system primarily consists of spells for transformation, physical enhancement, and combat strength, and does not include healing spells.

However, as werewolves, like Ellie Warwick, their physical strength, resistance, and recovery abilities are extraordinary, comparable to leyline creatures, so they can get by even without healing spells.

Even so, no one would object if there were healing spells that could quickly help restore injuries.

Everyone hopes their injuries will heal quickly and that they will suffer less.

Gao De nodded slightly, his tone indifferent: "I wouldn't call myself a full-time healing mage, I just have some knowledge of healing techniques."

"That will trouble you." Roger didn't stand on ceremony.

I've already received your life-saving grace, so this little bit won't make a difference.

Moreover, Vikings were generally straightforward and didn't overthink things.

Immediately, Gao De began treating the eighteen Viking mages.

A soft, pale golden aura emanated from his body.

A clear, radiant light, like ripples on water, enveloped all eighteen Viking mages present, gently seeping into their bodies and soothing their wounds.

For Viking mages with minor injuries, the group healing from [Vibrant Aura] is sufficient to restore them to most of their condition.

However, there were still a few seriously injured Viking mages, and the [Vibrant Aura] effect was not as good, not enough to completely heal their injuries.

Gao De cast a spell on each of the Viking mages individually, using a second-circle single-target healing spell [Heal Moderate Wounds], the spell's aura precisely striking the wounds.

It penetrates into the flesh and blood, stopping bleeding, healing bones, and repairing wounds.

Soon, the Viking mages, who were covered in wounds and exhausted, had almost completely recovered from their injuries.

Their wounds had scabbed over and healed, and no longer affected their normal movement or travel.

God could use his own blood to detoxify those poisoned Viking mages.

But there's no need for that.

Anyway, these Vikings are all tough and resilient, and their resistance to poison is not much worse than his. He can just endure it; there's no need to worry too much.

After the treatment was completed, the Viking mages looked at Sunaf and Goddard with a much more friendly expression.

They saved lives and healed wounds; even the Viking pirates, known for their generations of raiding and barbaric nature, felt embarrassed to be unfriendly.

Rogge solemnly instructed his kin beside him: "You all stay here, regroup, take turns on guard duty, and be on high alert to prevent the Mist-beaked Crows from returning and attacking the pine forest again."

The Viking monks all agreed in unison.

After making the arrangements, Roger turned around and raised his hand: "Gentlemen, please follow me."

The three of them, one in front and two behind, stepped into the Norwegian pine forest.

The thick carpet of pine needles, accumulated over countless years, is incredibly soft to the touch and makes almost no sound when stepped on.

Rows of thriving Norwegian cedars stand tall, their trunks as thick as ten people can encircle, their bark a near-iron gray.

Gao De's heart stirred, and he reached out and touched it.

It feels cold and solid to the touch, with a fine, granular texture on the fingertips, like touching steel rather than tree bark.

Seeing Gao De's actions, Roger didn't react much, and even took the initiative to say, "Besides being hard and resistant to decay, Norwegian cedar has natural oils in its wood layers. When it absorbs water, it expands and seals all the gaps."

"If a Norwegian cedar-built wolf boat is submerged for six months after being launched, its planks will be 30% stronger than when it was first launched."

There was a hint of pride in his tone.

Upon hearing this, Gao De sighed inwardly.

The Viking wolf ships are so famous not only for their fearsome reputation, but also for their genuine quality; they are not just a name without substance.

As you walk through the forest, the dense cedar trees completely block out the wind and snow, and the howling cold wind is silenced, leaving only the quiet air currents in the forest.

After traveling some distance, Gaode noticed something different.

Deep to the right of the main road in the Norwegian cedar forest, there is a natural depression.

It was a shallow depression surrounded by pine forests, naturally sheltered from the wind.

It was covered with a mixture of dried pine needles and lichen.

The varying shades of dark brown blend seamlessly with the surrounding woodland, making it difficult for ordinary passersby to notice anything unusual even if they get close.

But beneath that covering, he could see several slightly raised, soft curves.

There are four groups in total, each about half a person's height.

It is clearly the larval stage of some kind of living creature.

Their outlines are long and slender, their bodies are streamlined, and they do not have obvious limbs or extended structures, making them more like the juvenile form of a snake or fish-like creature.

Gao De's gaze narrowed slightly as he pondered what exactly it was.

From one of the raised areas, as if hearing footsteps from the outside world, a small head cautiously peeked out.

The head had rounded, soft lines, a slender, long neck, and fine, dense scales that shimmered with a faint, moist sheen in the dim light of the forest.

The other animal slightly raised its chin, and Gaode was able to see its face clearly:

The skull is flat and wedge-shaped, the snout is short and round, there are no obvious teeth, the eye sockets are covered with a translucent nictitating membrane, and below are a pair of dark blue eyes.

His pupils were vertical, like ink lines, silently watching him.

There was no wariness or hostility from any wild beasts, only curiosity and bewilderment.

Noticing the looks in God and Sunefa's eyes, Roger, who was standing beside him, unconsciously spoke with a hint of appreciation and solemnity, and took the initiative to explain: "This is a deep-sea serpent's neck. It is a sea beast that our tribe spent thousands of years finding and capturing in the far north, and then taming and preserving for generations."

"Adult deep-sea serpentines are true sea monsters, reaching hundreds of feet in length, yet they are docile and never actively attack passing ships or humans."

"They are born with a special ability to sense things, making them the top natural navigational aquatic creatures in the ocean."

Rogge's gaze fell on the bewildered and lively deep-sea serpentine cub peeking out: "Deep-sea serpentines possess the innate abilities of deep-sea vision and ocean current perception, enabling them to accurately capture changes in water flow, ocean current direction, and even temperature fluctuations within thousands of miles of sea."

It can predict the trajectory of a forming storm, pinpoint the location of schools of fish and reefs, and sense danger.

"Our Viking wolf ships are able to roam the North Sea, undaunted by fog and storms, and avoid perilous seas, largely thanks to the capabilities of the deep-sea serpentine neck."

"Moreover, they possess an extremely strong ability to control water, subtly calming turbulent ocean currents and stabilizing the geological structure of ports, which is why we Vikings regard them as guardian water beasts of our clan."

"But..." Roger sighed, "Deep-sea serpent necks have long lifespans, but their breeding cycle is extremely long. A deep-sea serpent neck usually breeds only once or twice in its lifetime, and each litter will not produce more than two offspring, and the probability of them dying is not small."

Gao De nodded slightly.

This is the norm for living things.

The larger and stronger an organism is, the longer its reproductive cycle tends to be, and the more difficult it is for it to reproduce.

The deep-sea serpentine neck is a perfect example of this.

"Even though our people have domesticated deep-sea serpents for so many years, we have never been able to make their population grow."

"Deep-sea serpent necks contain extremely pure water element essence. If one can consume and absorb it, not only can one quickly enhance one's elemental resistance, but there is also a very small chance of breaking through the rank barrier. Therefore, they are still the prey of many carnivorous leyline creatures."

"Deep-sea serpentines are already difficult to breed and their population is small. If something happens to this batch of cubs, it could even lead to the extinction of our clan's domesticated deep-sea serpentine population. Therefore, we would rather die than let those beasts enter the pine forest," Roger explained.

"But the fog-billed crows usually inhabit isolated islands in the sea and rarely set foot on land. Over the years, although we have patrolled the pine forests for generations and encountered many creature attacks, we have never encountered a flock of crows landing and attacking us." He frowned and admitted that the danger of this battle was sudden and unexpected.

"No one expected that these fog-billed crows would land in such large numbers."

"The incident happened suddenly, and our forest patrol force was severely insufficient. If it weren't for your intervention, allowing the fog-billed crows to enter the pine forest, all the deep-sea crows would probably have become food for the flock."

"It was just a coincidence," Sunafa said softly, without taking credit for it.

Just as the three were talking, the sound of steady, rhythmic footsteps echoed from the other side of the pine forest.

The magical fluctuations drew ever closer.

A group of Viking mages with an even stronger aura emerged from the forest.

Above them, a burly man even more imposing than Rogge descended and landed in front of the three.

He was surrounded by a thick aura of magic.

With a single sweep of his magic eye, Godmandora was able to determine the opponent's mage level.

He was actually a genuine fifth-ring mage!

"Rogge, I received your distress signal." The leading fifth-ring mage frowned, looking at the unfamiliar Sunaf and Godd beside Rogge, and asked, "What's going on?"

"Elder of the Tuo'er tribe," Rogge's expression turned respectful, "the pine forest was just attacked by a flock of mist-beaked crows. We held our ground and refused to retreat, but ultimately we were no match for them. Fortunately, these two came to our aid..."

He spoke very quickly, recounting the details to the elder of the Tuo'er tribe.

As soon as the flock of fog-beaked crows began to press in, the forest ranger Rogge foresaw that the disparity in strength between the two sides was too great and that he should hold out for the day.

He immediately dispatched men to Wolf Harbor to relay the critical situation of Lin Hai's attack and request the assistance of the port's high-level combat forces.

The elder of the Tuo'er tribe was the reinforcement who led the team that came to help.

Upon hearing that it was Sunafa and Gao Tong who had rescued their people from dire straits and healed their wounds, Elder Tuo'er's brows relaxed slightly.

"The crisis here has been averted; we need to stay and provide reinforcements." Roger continued, as Elder Tuoer reported in a deep voice, "They have come from afar, intending to negotiate and trade with the tribe. I am preparing to take the two of them to the port to meet the clan elders and chieftains."

Upon hearing the two men's identities as Iceborn and their purpose for traveling north to trade, the elder of the Tuo'er clan frowned again, his brows furrowing slightly.

Even though he was wary, he couldn't be cold to the two who had saved his people: "Thank you both for your help in saving my people and protecting my beasts."

Then he nodded to Roger and said, "That's only right. Such a great favor should be repaid in person, especially for such an honored guest."

"I will take you to see the chief," said the two elders of the Tuo'er tribe.

Immediately, he ordered all the elite mages who had come to his aid to disperse and hunt down the scattered Mistbeak Crows.

It's best to eradicate them completely, lest they hold a grudge and come back again.

With defenses in place, Tuo Er led Gao Tong and Sunafa to Wolf Harbor.

Passing through the last dense pine canopy barrier of the Norwegian cedar forest.

The blinding sunlight, accompanied by the sea breeze, suddenly rushed towards us, and our vision instantly opened up completely.

At the end of the pine forest, the endless, frigid coastline of the far north sea stretches out.

The port town suddenly came into view.

At first glance, Gao Tong didn't even think it looked like a port.

It looked more like a huge gray beast lying on the coastline, its back covered with sharp wooden spikes.

This is the infamous Viking Wolf Harbor, hidden in the far north, standing on the flat coastal terrain extending from the snowfield.

The straight, snow-covered coastline stretches out in a flat expanse.

The entire Langgang area was firmly enveloped and isolated by the Norwegian cedar forest.

This vast forest is not only an important source of raw materials for shipbuilding, but also a natural barrier protecting Lang Harbor.

It keeps the howling blizzards and gales from the depths of the snowfield outside the forest.

Only the seaside side remains open to the public, serving as a natural shelter from the wind.

It is not summer at this time.

Therefore, Lang Harbor remains frozen.

The distant sea level was completely covered by thick, solid ice.

The vast expanse of white ice field replaced the surging waves, with occasional cracks appearing on the ice surface, releasing wisps of cold mist.

A giant breakwater lies silently across the icy sea at the edge of the harbor.

The dam was constructed by piling up giant logs made of Norwegian cedar heartwood and deep-sea reef rocks.

The giant tree, repeatedly eroded and frozen by sea salt and ice over the years, has long been soaked into a deep inky black.

The surface is covered with a thick layer of frost and solidified salt crystals.

In winter, it no longer needs to withstand giant waves.

At this moment, it merely serves as a solid barrier at the boundary of the icy sea, firmly locking the ice layer in the inner harbor to prevent large ice floes from crashing into the shoreline and ensuring the port area's safe passage through the winter.