When they returned,Ragnar found nothing on their shoulders and sad faces. Their hunt was in vain. Now here in the dark, tired of those stories, Ragnar tried not to think about the monster that awaited the great and small mountain range. They passed the cave a few miles ago. None of them wanted to find anything hidden in the cave. Nothing can happen, but who knows? In addition to Raulfen, there can be trolls, wizards and anyone else. Ragnar was happy to gather firewood early. Finally, you are very likely to set up camp at dusk. A spring flowing along a nearby hillside provided them with water. He ran to the rocky shore of a small lake at the end of the clearing. The still black water seemed as deep as the sea, and Ragnar thought it would bring him a fish. But because tonight was close, they tried to make do with what they had. Ragnar Kjeland ordered Hank to set fire, and Strybjörn and Sven gathered branches to build a makeshift shelter for the night they heard from Russvik. He himself
Late. The wolf's voice faded into the distance. Perhaps they had found another prey, Ragnar thought. Or just getting closer. Snoring could be heard from the makeshift shelter behind the fire. It was noisy and vibrated with a combination of a blacksmith's bellows and a tin rasphingologist. It was enough to banish all thoughts of sleep from Ragnar's mind. Ragnar looked away from the fire as Hakon had taught him. Wait, nose messing with your night vision. Holding the spear in his hand, he thought about what to do if a wolf or dark monster attacked him. This mountain night had a strange and strange character, unlike anything he knew at home. The vastness and emptiness of the mountain suggests that there is room for anything, even if you are hiding something inhuman and evil. Back on the island, Ragnar felt that his tribe could learn all about living and dead rocks. When I was young, camping inevitably took me to a place not far from the village, a place I had seen or played a hundred time
THE TRIALSAre you sure it happened? Hakona asked. He was silent for a while after insisting that Ragnar repeat the story. Ragnar looked over his sergeant's shoulder and remembered the march back to Russvik. I did not feel good. Meanwhile, he thought about Hank's fate. He was full of anxious thoughts that his friend's fate could easily become his own. Hank was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Ragnar clearly knew that he too had been taken prisoner. Seeing the exhausted faces of his surprised companions, he knew they were thinking the same thing. Tired from the long journey back to camp, they began howling at the wolves in the distance. I expected to jump into the shadows and fight to the death, but nothing happened. The terrified screams of the animals shook him to the bone and echoed like the hum of an afterlife. Ragnar is convinced that starting tonight, he will relive his dreams and see that the trolls, the wolves and the dead Hank form an inseparable relationship. He felt gui
He turned his shoulders to make sure Sven and Strybjorn were still there. He could make out their dark silhouettes in the darkness and a dead deer still stuck between them. Looking ahead, he saw Kjeland making his way through the darkness. If he can help it, he won't lose any of his warriors except the claws. It doesn't seem very likely now. In the months since Hank's death, his comrades have grown stronger and stronger. They filled them with constant training and exercise, making them stronger, leaner, and faster than any Ragnar Islander knew. He himself felt twice, even ten times more capable than when he came here. He was thinking. In the months that followed, he learned what had shocked him. He could identify all the edible plants and animals on the surrounding hills. He knew shelter and fire. It can even build a small igloo out of winter snow protected from skin-to-the-bone ice storms. He knew how to heal wounds and frostbite. He learned hand-to-hand combat and is now as skilled
Ragnar ran forward. He jumped on the sofa and jumped over the table. The weight of his body and the momentum of his jumps carried him into battle. He grabbed Mikawa Ball's neck with his hands and led him to the floor. Mika's head hit the hall floor hard. Ragnar crouched, jumped up, and turned as Hedo. With incredible speed, the candidate rose from his chair. Ragnar grabbed him under the chin with his legs. From the moment he found his feet in bandages, he wiggled his toes. With the force of the shovel, Vol's head flipped back and he fell backwards onto another table, spilling food and porridge everywhere. "You can't stand still like that!" said a bewildered newcomer Ragnard didn't know jumping over the table and charging at him. "No, stripes?" You growled and slapped Ragnar's chin. The newcomer's friends obviously didn't like it and attacked her. With a wild smile, Ragnar looked around at his new enemy and felt a cold wind hit his back. The door to the long hall opened and Ragnar hea
Gate of the Morkai The sensitive light of the morning sun streamed in through an opening that served as a window into the hall. woody airOld smoke and sweat. Sergeant Haakon hides in Ragnar's clutches. Ragnar felt weakened by his giant size. A strange light flashed in the chief's eyes, but his expression was almost incomprehensible. You may have thoughts that you want to kill, or you may have other thoughts. "Well done." he finally said “At least you did what you had to do to get here. You all survived and have no shame. You can learn very little from Russwick, and you're only as strong as your bad body allows.”Now the alley is closed to the boss. It was new. His words indicate a change in their status. Perhaps they will join the other claws left behind. This surprised Ragnar. None of these pirates returned. His heart hit the wall. "You have the option to continue here." Haakon continued. "Don't think it will be easy. Wherever you go, a day in Russvik will feel like a cozy litt
The valleys deepened, the incomprehensible depths were black and terrifying, the mountains higher. Now the rock giants have made the peaks around Russvik look like hills that don't deserve to be called mountains. The mountains that ran between them were like walls built by the gods to ward off demons, and they were truly huge. Their size was astounding. Locked in place with lightning speed, they raced across long, dark valleys filled with debris and glaciers that glistened like frozen rivers. The shadow of the speeding aircraft fell over the frozen lake and disappeared into the clouds below the high cliffs. As if the chariots of these gods were trying to ascend through the air, the thunder grew louder as they ascended the mountain. Then the airship went up the steep slope, and when the ship was sick, Ragnar saw it. The greatest mountain, the greatest mountain he has ever seen or seen, is probably the greatest mountain in the history of creation. . It leaped over all the other peaks li
Ranek led them to two caves at the edge of the mountain. There was a strange noise inside. A double-headed eagle insignia engraved over the two holes. In his claws was a disc engraved with Russ's wolf head crest. A fluorescent arrow pointing up is drawn next to an opening. It is shown next to another arrow below..Now he saw how the gods lived, and it was a wonderful sight."Get in." Lanex said, pointing to the left entrance with a hand wrapped in metal. Kill passed without hesitation. When he was out of sight, there was a scream. The rest froze there. Ragnar said it was a trap? Was there a big fountain there? Was it the Morkai Gate? Were they led to the slaughter like sheep? There was no way. Was it some kind of magical sacrifice? He couldn't guess. What he saw here was beyond his understanding. 'go!' Lanek ordered. Despite the fear that gripped his heart, Ragnar decided that he should trust the old wizard. He was furious. He could only feel the empty air beneath his feet as he bled
"BROTHER RAGNAR," said a cold, clear, commanding voice. "Brother Ragnar, stand up." Ragnar's eyes widened. He suddenly surrounded himself and smelled the cold scent of medicinally scented mint, cold… The marble feel of the surgical altar beneath her back, her breath hazy in the cold air. looked up I saw a wrinkled and wounded face smiling. Two fangs smiled and said in front of him. warrior brother. The pain in his chest warned him that he was once again among the living. “I cannot be in Hell, brother Sigard. You're too ugly to walk through the door. “And you are too cruel to die, brother Ragnar. To be honest, I hit it and went for a long time. there was a point When your mind stops and your mind is freed from his body. We thought we might lose you something brought you back I don't know what it is, he said. “There is still work to be done among the living, brother. I have enemies to conquer and battles to fight. I'm not ready to die yet. How are you War?" 'We will. We've cle
His damaged armor creaked and groaned under the pressure, and Ragnar remembered his personal gratitude for his master's careful handling of the ancient suit. It served him well in his first real mission. Ragnar smiled as he felt a heavy weight fall on his shoulders. I owe you my life three times today, Strybjorn, he thought. But now Ragnar has decided that he can only do it when both appear. Ragnar startled and climbed to the surface of the tunnel. He hoped it wasn't far. The cold night air hit Ragnar's face as if it came out of the mouth of the cave, adding a strange chemical smell that smelled of oil and kerosene. There was a time when even he wondered if it had occurred to her in her sick mind. It took another second to register that the entire area around the cave entrance had been cleared of vegetation. It took him a second to realize that fifty barrels were heading his way. His nostrils flared and he could smell his brother's bowels. most of them. "It's me, Ragna." he said, maki
Ragnar nodded. The last piece of the puzzle was in place. He forced his hand to fight the spell Madoc had placed on him. Slowly, as if writhing under the immense weight, he raised the bolt gun until it pointed directly at the sea of chaos. When Ragnar broke the spell, the gems on Si's armor of chaos no longer glowed. "Your will is stronger than you think, puppy." Madoc said in a voice filled with contempt and hatred. “Suppose I have to kill you now. Unfortunately. It would be better to go willingly to the Shrine of Heaven and offer yourself to the way-changer. But let's say we don't have everything,' he said.With breathtaking speed, Maddok drew his weapon and fired it. Ragnar's slow reflexes were no match for him. Before Ragnar could react, the weapon flew out of his hand with one blow. This was the great feat of a sniper. Realizing that he now had a chance, Ragnar picked up his sword and rushed forward. the barrel of Madoc's cannon moved to cover him. It looks like the entrance to
Ragnar breathed. He recognized the place. It was a huge underground lake. He never thought he would be happy to see dirty water, but now he is. Seeing the water around his home island would not have pleased him then. Although strange and desolate, it was an important place where Ragnar recognized and knew he was on the right track. In recent years, he felt lost. When we reached the ground, the road looked completely different. Ragnar understood why. He was walking in a different direction now, experiencing the tunnels and caves from a different perspective than he had a few hours ago. In a word, it's boring. He was alone except for Strybjorn. All this changes his perception of the place, making it unfamiliar, intimidating and hostile. He shook his head, reminding her that this was really all there was to her. "Is this the pool of the dead?" asked Strivjorna in a whisper. Ragnar realized that his colleague was hallucinating."Not." Ragnar said. 'Not true. It's just a dirty, dirty pond
Fight well' Svengrant. Ragnar looked at him and nodded, wondering how much longer before he screamed at the chaos marines. He knew he should have warned the Chapter about what he found here, but he knew he wouldn't.Leaving Strybjorn wounded, he resists the coming of the evil ones. I remembered the ancient wizards behind Morkai's gates talking about the weakness that his hatred would spread evil in his soul. Now he knew they were right and there was only one way out of this hatred. He made a quick decision and prayed it was the right one. “Take Sven, Lars, Nils and the others here. Go to the surface. Get your communicator as far away from this cursed place as possible, then call the chapter.Sven reached out and loosened his helmet tie. The helm fell into the wet sand, and the stuttering light of Ragnar's shoulder rest revealed the fallen face of the space wolf, searching the world like a demon writhing in rage. "Are you crazy or interested in me?"Despite their predicament, Ragnar sm
********FIGHTING BEGIN*****The screams of dying people were deaf to the muffler on the steering wheel. In the depths of his soul, drawn to the slaughter, the animal became stronger. Ragnar now fights on pure instinct. He didn't have to think. Animals were under control. Reflexes, nerves and tendons are in perfect harmony. His extremely keen senses responded with the speed of thought to every threat he sensed. At that moment, his fighting power was far beyond death. Nothing could block his way. Behind him, another bloody claw pierced through the rotting wood, a warped string like a slender, sharp axe. Horrible faces were hidden, screaming jaws open. A twisted corpse fell from his sword. A battle mace protruded from his armor. Strawberry Twist Stone. He had a good feeling and seemed to be getting closer in slow motion and seemed to be taking a long time to get out of the way in the world. He is rewarded with the scream of a man of the night who moves his head and enters the highway beh
You speak bravely for those who hide in the darkness beneath the world! Ragna interjected, feeling a surge of anger. "I have nothing to prove, slave of a false god." For tens of thousands of years, Madok's name shook the enemy. "Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh“Young man, I tire of your talk. And I think we should continue the slaughter because you were good enough to give my brothers time to come."As Madok spoke, the door next to the temple opened, revealing more Chaos Marines. Hengist held the rifle, but Maddok was faster. He took two of his pistols and began to rage. Boltershell folded the sergeant's armor and hid behind the door. Two of the platoons were unlucky and were attacked by Chaos Marines. Ragnar followed Hengist and jumped off the firing line. Strybjorn and Sven and a few others in the group stood up and answered. Their projectiles flashed across the temple, but an evil force seemed to deflect it, an
The roomy space for a single Space Marine at a time and the stones that stretched at hundreds of speeds through the cracks felt solid under his feet, but Ragnar went unnoticed. Just carefully place one foot slowly in front of the other and slowly place your full weight on the forward moving leg. He didn't forget how heavy his armor was despite his agility and speed. You can also die from your feet. Ragnar knew that anything was possible when it came to the demonic spirits of the Chaos worshippers. The rock looked solid, but Ragnar wanted to be prepared in case the rock fell and threw him into the abyss below. If I die here, I want to die on the battlefield. This was the only way for the warriors. Where did this idea come from? Ragnar wondered as he felt the beast's stomach twist. Did we leave the temple before us? He felt something, but a cold, wet wind was blowing on his forehead. It flew out of the darkness like a beacon of invisible ghosts. He prayed to Russ and the Emperor for the
***Temple of Chaos*****If he hadn't started a counterattack, he would have been dead within minutes. Nightman's weapons were buried in the joints and crevices of his armor. He grunted and stretched his arms and legs. As he rummaged through Nightman like he was made of straw, the servos went crazy. - he transformed As he walked, he grabbed the chain sword with both hands, slashed his limbs, and threw everything he could reach. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the Night Watcher or Shaman pick up one of his cursed axes and throw it at him. Furious, Ragnar sprang forward and lowered his chainsaw into the mighty arch of death. he took the witch It went through the skull, neck, chest, stomach and pelvis and split in two. Hit the shaman's leg with one hit Two cows lying on the stone floor of the cave are cleaning their intestines and bowels. then he saw her All surrounding areas have been cleared. He reached out and took the ax from the armor and threw it away from me by now. If p