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CHAPTER 1

Author: Victor Kenny
last update Last Updated: 2022-10-24 01:29:38

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"We're all going to die!" Yorvik shouted at the harpoons as he looked around, his eyes wide with fear. Lightning struck Fenris' sky, illuminating the man's broken face. Her screams of pure terror could be heard over the wind and the thunder of the waves crashing against the ship. The rain on his face looked terrible like tears. "Remain silent!" Ragnar yelled and slapped the scared man. Shocked by the blow of a young man barely reaching adulthood, Jorvik forgot his fear for a moment and picked up the axe. Ragnar shook his head and glared at the grey-eyed old man. Jovic paused as if he understood where he was and what he was doing. They were in full view of all the soldiers at the bow of the ship. Attacking the captain's son will bring no honor in the eyes of the gods or sailors. Jorvik's face flushed with embarrassment and Ragnar adjusted his gaze so as not to embarrass the man. Ragnar shook his head and pushed his long hair out of his eyes. Ragnar quietly accepted Jorvik's words, watching the stormy sea breeze and the flow of salt. Without a miracle, he would die. He has been going to the sea since childhood and had never seen such a storm. There were dark clouds in the sky. It was day, but it was as dark as night. The boat bounced as another huge wave tore at the bow. The dragon skin of the deck sounded like a huge drum with impact power. He struggled to keep his balance on a constantly moving deck. Even above the wind demon, the ship's bones creaked. It was only a matter of time before the sea killed the ships, he decided. It was a battle whether the power of the waves would break the Russian spear into shreds of cloth or simply peel the salvaged dragon skin off the ship's hull, trample it underfoot and drown it. Ragnar shivered not only from the cold but also from the dampness of his clothes. For him and all his people, drowning was the worst death. It simply means that his soul is imprisoned by a sea demon who will forever be enslaved. He wants to find his place among the chosen ones. He did not die with spear and ax in hand. He will not find a glorious death, nor will he find a quick way to the Halls of Heroes on God's Mountain. Looking back from the rain covered deck, Ragnar saw that all the great warriors were scared as ash, but well hidden. Tension was written on every pale face and every black eye was visible. The rain swept her long blond hair, looking desperate and disheveled. They sat crouched in chairs, helpless dragonskin robes draped over their shoulders and flapping in the wind like the wings of a bat at play. Everyone's armor lay on the deck beside him, now powerless against their life-threatening foes. The wind howled with hunger like the great wolves of Asaheim. The ship crashed behind another huge wave. The teeth in the dragon's beak cut through the boiling water like a spear. The sails hit their heads and they bowed their heads. Ragnar was glad that they were made of the purest dragon intestines. Nothing will survive but the severed claws of the storm. Another huge mountain of water appeared in front of me. But if the ship collided with them, it seemed unlikely that they would survive.

Ragna curses in anger and rage. His short life seems to have ended before it began. He won't survive next season to see her enter the man. There was a possibility that his voice was barely cut, and now he was lost at sea. Blindfolded, he watches the storm and looks at the longevity of his relatives. They were nowhere to be seen. Most of them have probably hit rock bottom. Their bodies become prey for dragons and krakens, and their souls become the slaves of demons. He glared at the stranger who had led them this way. There was some satisfaction in knowing that if they were going to die, he was going to die too. That is, unless she's a witch or sea demon hiding out to bring lightning punches to the masses. . There was something supernatural about this old man. He looked as strong as a warrior in his glory, despite the many furrows running across his forehead, and despite his gray hair, he was more poised than most sailors half his age. Ragnar knew he was a wizard. Who but a sorcerer in bizarre metal armor, with a strong wolf fur on his shoulders and a body like the skins of sailors? Who, other than a magician, can resist the strange charm and charm of the sea? Is it hurricane season? Ragnars saw a stranger pointing at something. He wondered if this was a battle of wizards or if a stranger had cast a spell. Ragnar turned and felt his mouth go dry with fear. The lightning flashed again. In an instant, Ragnars saw his head crash into the waves near the ship, as if summoned by a stranger. Above them was a terrifying face full of dagger-like teeth. It bends its long neck and bends its head in search of prey. It was not a young dragon, but a gigantic monster from a ship that had been brought up from the bottom of the sea by the fierceness of the storm.

lightning said angrily. Death was within Ragnar's reach. I felt the wind blowing down the hall as the dragon's gigantic jaws slammed into Jorvik. Huge fangs pierced the paper-hard skin of Jorvik's armor. The bones came out. blood flowed The Screaming Man rose into the air, his arms flailed and the harpoon fell from his fist. Ragnar panties with a smile. He already knew Jorvik was a coward, and now he has proof. He finds a place in the cold hell of Frostheim. The dragon was bitten and swallowed, and pieces of Jorvik disappeared down its throat. The rest fell on the deck next to Ragnar. The waves washed away the blood and bile. The warriors rose from their seats in a group and hastily picked up their axes and spears. Ragnar could tell that they were happy at heart. Here it was a swift, heroic death, fighting the monsters of the deep. Many would believe that Russ sent this beast to do great evil in answer to their prayers. The big head started to fall again. Some soldiers saw this and froze. As if sent to kill a coward, the beast beat and bit them with their sharp teeth. Other Thunder Fist warriors were attacked with weapons. The ax bounced off the scales of his heavy armor in vain. A pair of spears cut deep into the flesh, but the creature paid as much attention as a stiff man. The pain only led to more anger. It opened its mouth and let out a terrifying roar that could be heard over the roar of the waves. Its enormous size paralyzed all the warriors. He froze as if he had received a wizard's spell. Ragnar saw a creature in the middle of the water. Its great height towered over the ship. It would just have to fall forward, and because of its size, the ship would split in half. Something is stuck in Ragnar. Rage seethed against the storm, against the gods, against this great beast and its cowardly kin. He reached out and picked up the harpoon Jorvik had dropped. Without thinking or aiming, he threw the harpoon straight into the monster's eye. good throw The blunt spear flew straight up and buried it in the dragon's eye socket. The monster screamed in rage and pain and pulled him higher. Ragnar will marvel at the cold malice of her cry. He was sure he would die now and the entire ship would be destroyed by a ferocious beast. Then he heard another sound, a hiss from the back of the boat. He looked at an unfamiliar object and knew it was the source of the noise. The old man got a bit of irony out of him and picked it up and pointed at the beast. A burning flame erupted from the top of the sacred tree with a roar. blasted Cade back under the raging waves and disappears. The stranger tilted his head back and laughed. Her snarling joy drowned out the sound of the storm. Ragnar felt a chill of superstitious dread. He saw two large fangs sticking out of the stranger's mouth. He received the Russian sign! The blood of the gods flowed in her. Truly, he was a magician. Crouching low on the deck, balancing himself slightly despite the movement of the ship, Ragnar turned and went back to the helm. Tears were streaming down his face. He tasted the salt as he licked his panties. As he passed a stranger, a huge wave hit the ship. He felt the pressure of tons of water and fell. The force of the waves lifted him off the deck and knocked him over. Because of the strong waves, he could not see clearly where he was. He knew he would simply be picked up by the ship and face his own fate. He endured his anger and fear. He survived the dragon's mouth, but appears to have been captured by a sea demon. Then iron fingers were attached to his wrists. A great force fought against the power of the sea. Then the water disappeared. In an instant, Ragnar fell to the deck, but was saved by a stranger who chased away the dragon. "Quiet." said the wizards. “It is not my destiny to die here, I think it comes from us.lightning said angrily. Death was within Ragnar's reach. I felt the wind blowing down the hall as the dragon's gigantic jaws slammed into Jorvik. Huge fangs pierced the paper-hard skin of Jorvik's armor. The bones came out. blood flowed The Screaming Man rose into the air, his arms flailed and the harpoon fell from his fist. Ragnar panties with a smile. He already knew Jorvik was a coward, and now he has proof. He finds a place in the cold hell of Frostheim. The dragon was bitten and swallowed, and pieces of Jorvik disappeared down its throat. The rest fell on the deck next to Ragnar. The waves washed away the blood and bile. The warriors rose from their seats in a group and hastily picked up their axes and spears. Ragnar could tell that they were happy at heart. Here it was a swift, heroic death, fighting the monsters of the deep. Many would believe that Russ sent this beast to do great evil in answer to their prayers. The big head started to fall again. Some soldiers saw this and froze. As if sent to kill a coward, the beast beat and bit them with their sharp teeth. Other Thunder Fist warriors were attacked with weapons. The ax bounced off the scales of his heavy armor in vain. A pair of spears cut deep into the flesh, but the creature paid as much attention as a stiff man. The pain only led to more anger. It opened its mouth and let out a terrifying roar that could be heard over the roar of the waves. Its enormous size paralyzed all the warriors. He froze as if he had received a wizard's spell. Ragnar saw a creature in the middle of the water. Its great height towered over the ship. It would just have to fall forward, and because of its size, the ship would split in half. Something is stuck in Ragnar. Rage seethed against the storm, against the gods, against this great beast and its cowardly kin. He reached out and picked up the harpoon Jorvik had dropped. Without thinking or aiming, he threw the harpoon straight into the monster's eye. good throw The blunt spear flew straight up and buried it in the dragon's eye socket. The monster screamed in rage and pain and pulled him higher. Ragnar will marvel at the cold malice of her cry. He was sure he would die now and the entire ship would be destroyed by a ferocious beast. Then he heard another sound, a hiss from the back of the boat. He looked at an unfamiliar object and knew it was the source of the noise. The old man got a bit of irony out of him and picked it up and pointed at the beast. A burning flame erupted from the top of the sacred tree with a roar. blasted Cade back under the raging waves and disappears. The stranger tilted his head back and laughed. Her snarling joy drowned out the sound of the storm. Ragnar felt a chill of superstitious dread. He saw two large fangs sticking out of the stranger's mouth. He received the Russian sign! The blood of the gods flowed in her. Truly, he was a magician. Crouching low on the deck, balancing himself slightly despite the movement of the ship, Ragnar turned and went back to the helm. Tears were streaming down his face. He tasted the salt as he licked his panties. As he passed a stranger, a huge wave hit the ship. He felt the pressure of tons of water and fell. The force of the waves lifted him off the deck and knocked him over. Because of the strong waves, he could not see clearly where he was. He knew he would simply be picked up by the ship and face his own fate. He endured his anger and fear. He survived the dragon's mouth, but appears to have been captured by a sea demon. Then iron fingers were attached to his wrists. A great force fought against the power of the sea. Then the water disappeared. In an instant, Ragnar fell to the deck, but was saved by a stranger who chased away the dragon. "Quiet." said the wizards. “It is not my destiny to die here, I think it comes from us.

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