Chapter 372 222. I have changed for the better.
The king's hall in Ormskro was filled with the laughter of the celebrating crowd. The princes and entourage from the Aislin tribe played the whalebone harp, sang the great deeds of their ancestors, and praised The Prince of Darkness. Freeholders feasted on steamed meat, and drunkards boasted loudly of their great deeds, displaying their strength by smashing wooden shields with their fists.
King Vigrendel of the Sali tribe was sitting on a throne carved from black marble, leaning on his chin and squeezing a woman's neck with his other hand. When he thought of something, he took his hand out of his chin and put the wine glass in the armrest. The Bretonnian wine was sprinkled on the woman's chest, and his obscene laughter continued to resound as his trembling body.
"This banquet is to celebrate your engagement, try to enjoy it yourself." After finishing his laugh, Vigrendl turned his attention to his daughter, who was frowning with pain on her face, and said with a smile.
"What makes me happy is the engagement banquet last time. Do you remember? Father, you promised me, Ulfric..." "
You will never mention that thing again! It was that banquet, he said What shouldn't have been said! From that moment on he was disqualified! The focus now is on the Aislings, as friends we can gain more than from them as enemies, and we can end the thousands of years of hatred between us." Vigrendl angrily threw the glass to the ground and knocked the woman away with his knee. He interrupted his daughter with a low growl.
"You have more to gain, but what do I get? A husband I don't love, a cunning coward who lets others fight for him?" Hodith sneered, her beautiful face pulled back with a sneer, and said After she finished, she turned her head and looked at the other side of the hall, where Prince Svebjorn and his attendants from the Aislin tribe were huddled around a wicker cage, betting on the outcome of the fight between the weasel and the fox. Her groom's arms were wrapped around the waist of a plump slave, and the mead in his hand spilled all over the floor with laughter. She then said acidly, "I know why you like him, because you have a lot in common!"
"My good impression of Svebjorn is enough!" Wigrendel stood up from the throne, grabbed his daughter's chin with his fingers, dug cruelly into his daughter's soft skin, and pulled his daughter His neck bent back, he said with a ferocious smile, and then he hissed, "I am your king, you must obey me! It seems that I have indulged you for too long, you are going to marry Svebjorn , solidify my alliance with the Aisling tribe, not Ulfric!"
"You wouldn't dare do this if Ulfric were here!" Hordis struggled to get out of her father's control, and she Hissing, her eyes filled with rage.
"Forget him, he's dead!" Vigrendl announced, his voice lacking sympathy as he stepped back and smiled at his daughter. He waved his hand and signaled the slave to bring him the wine. After taking the silver cup passed from the slave's hand, his smile became more sincere. He tilted his head and drank the wine in the silver cup. He used After wiping the spill from his mouth, Sleeve continued, "There was no sign of him or his ship. He was dead, like those who tried to rebel against their gods and kings! Dead..."
Even if Ulfrey Ke did not speak a word at that banquet, and was horribly cursed by the dark gods. Vigrendel will also look for opportunities to kill him. After all, the relationship between the two is too delicate, and Vigrendel does not want Ulfric to become his son-in-law. Because the moment Hordis gives birth to an heir is the moment Vigrendel dies.
Hodith lowered her head, hiding her face, tears welling up in her eyes.
However, Hodis's movements were still captured by Vigrendel, and he smiled again. He felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction. He couldn't help but admire the Crow God. As a loyal believer of the Crow God, he finally broke an uneasy relationship. The willful will of a well-behaved man. The smile quickly faded and he put his arm on his daughter's shoulders.
"You must forget him, he will not come back. Soon you will feel warm to Svebjorn. He will be the king of the Aisling tribe in the future, and you will have many sons. By then, you will have forgotten that wandering Predator." Vigrendel wiped the tears from his daughter's cheeks with rough hands, his voice soft and compassionate.
"Here we come! Stand firm, everyone." Alyssa said suddenly, looking up at the sky.
Ren, the mercenary leader, and Druch who were standing next to Alyssa followed Alyssa's gaze and saw a comet streaking across the sky at an extremely fast speed and heading straight towards here.
The ground trembled at the moment of impact, and half of Ormskro turned into nothingness. Even with Alyssa's reminder, the huge shock wave and air wave almost lifted the Druchi away.
The wise Dilophosaurus sensed something in advance. Its legs were half-crouched on the ground, preventing Ren, who was sitting on the saddle, from flying out.
"Derlux, you know what to do. Don't let the Witch King's Hand down. You must know that the Witch King's Hand is always very kind." Renn turned his head and looked at the mercenary leader who had stood firm and said seriously.
"Lord Ren, I know, I understand, I know what to do, thank you for the opportunity given to me this time." Dellux's words were full of excitement and impatience. After he met the Witch King in Skjold, The moment he took his hand, he knew that his future and opportunity were coming. No matter how many times Druchi asked for a chance, he couldn't get it, but this opportunity suddenly appeared in front of him. Serving the Witch King well was comparable to that in this world. It would be much better to stay in a bitter cold place like Naggaroth.
And the hand of the Witch King is indeed as generous as Naggaroth said. Delex knew that under such circumstances, the raid on the King's Hall would be the most profitable and rewarding in the entire raid.
"Our opportunity has come, remember! Don't let the Witch King's hand down! In the name of Kane, let us carry out a happy killing!" Delux turned his head and said to the Druchi who were following him. .
Violent shaking came from the ground, and then a huge scream resounded from the door of the King's Hall. Wiggrendel, who got up from the ground, was shocked and angry and tried to see what the commotion was.
The area around the King's Hall had long been cleared by Ren and his men. With the Druchi mercenaries using harpoon crossbows to clear the way, he followed the team leisurely on a Dilophosaurus.
Vigrendel tried to shout to his guards to break up the commotion, and that he was going to inflict terrible punishment on the guy who started the fight, but he suddenly noticed that the center of the commotion was his guards, and he stared at him in shock One of the guards staggered back into the hall with a harpoon stuck in his abdomen. The guard was about to open his mouth to say something, but his bloody throat could only make a gurgling sound, and then he fell to the ground.
As the revelers in the hall became aware of the invader's presence, the laughter and singing died away, and gasps of shock drifted through the room. The color drained from Vigrendl's face when he saw a man in black armor and a serrated weapon walking into the hall.
When the ghost eyes in the armor searched around the hall, Wiggrendel's hair stood on end. As a follower of the Crow God, his mind was very flexible, but he could never imagine why an elf appeared in his hall. He thought When he came out, he knew that the person in front of him wearing the black cruel barb armor was an elf, a dark elf! But the next scene stunned him again. If he was right, the elves riding in from outside the hall on beasts should be the white lion guards of the high elves. Why did they get together?
"I hate this thing, I always hate it!" The dark elf put the bloody serrated sword back into the scabbard. He did not pay attention to the hall, but grabbed the holly wreath hanging above the arch. With that he jumped up and tore the garland, threw it contemptuously to the floor, crushed it under his feet, and did what he had long dreamed of doing, although not the garland of King Skjold's Hall.
Ren, who was riding a Dilophosaurus, also walked in. He tilted his head and looked at the holly wreath that fell on the ground. He didn't know why Delux had so much resentment about this thing, but his focus was not on that. He looked with disdain at the stunned Yankees in the hall.
"Sorry for disturbing your carnival. Please forgive me for coming uninvited." Ren changed his tone, stood up from the back of the Dilophosaurus with his feet on the saddle and bowed. After saying this, he looked towards the throne. The Yankee wearing a simple crown said, "You must be the king of the Sali tribe, right?" "
Then you must be that Ubo...Rick's fiancée, right?" Before Vigrendel could say anything, Ray En said looking at the young woman next to the throne.
"The princess is mine! The tramp cursed by the dark gods is dead!" Svebjorn, who had already drunk, announced loudly. He slowly pulled out his ax from the belt around his waist, "After I Before I end you, you will beg for my mercy."
"Then you must be the prince of the Aislin tribe, right? Good, good, very good!" Ren said sinisterly, his words full of viciousness and sharpness, he He raised his hand and waved.
When the Norscans heard Ren laughing at their contempt, they roared angrily. For a second, the hall was filled with the sound of fighting, the sound of weapons clashing, the sound of crossbow arrows shooting into flesh, and the sound of dying cries.
"Elf, you don't dare to kill me! This will mean war!" Svebjorn's face was dripping with sweat, and his lips were almost colorless. He shouted as he was kneeling on the ground by Druch. road.
"You should be lucky, I don't have much time." Ren circled around Svebjorn, his face was full of shock and confusion. He thought for a moment that there was something wrong with his Norse language, Because except for one thing, he really couldn't understand why the Yankee in front of him said this unbelievable thing.
Svebjorn, who had sobered up, had a shocked expression on his face. The pain was tormenting him, but his spirit did not collapse. He glared at his kidnapper.
"As our first meeting, I prepared a gift for you." Renn didn't think much about it. He only thought that the Yankee in front of him was a fool. He could feel the Yankee's provocation and anger, and he turned around and walked away. He went back to the saddle of the Dilophosaurus and picked up three things before walking back again.
"Oh~ my brother, are you really planning to do this?" Alyssa raised her brows after seeing what Ren took out, and her sinister voice resounded in the hall filled with roars and lamentations.
"My sister, you have to know that this is just a necessary process. I have changed for the better after being with you for so long. You have to believe me. I am just completing what you have given me."
Alyssa smiled cruelly. Laughed, then shrugged and didn't say anything, but just watched.
"Sorry, I came in a hurry and some things were not prepared. After all, I have just learned about your customs." Renn walked towards Svebjorn with a metal pipe, a firecracker and a can in his hand. He walked over and said with a smile, trying to give Svebjorn a warm and welcoming smile, like the smile Lord Darkus usually wore. Ren said it with a smile, but his words were full of viciousness, which made people shudder.
Seeing the thing in Ren's hand, Svebjorn suddenly struggled. He tried to get rid of the shackles of Druch. A Druch next to him had roughly guessed what Ren was going to do. Druch's hook The fist hit his chin hard, and then Drucci pinched his chin to signal to Renne. After seeing Renn shaking his head, he didn't make any move.
Ren first squatted down and shook the can in front of Svebjorn's eyes, and then opened the can. A guy with a narrow head climbed out of the can and circled his arm. He discovered that he could telepathically sense these reptiles after becoming the Oracle of the Ancient Sage Huangqi, but the reptiles in his hands were not his, but borrowed from Colonia.
The reptile circling on Ren's arm is a chisel snake from the continent of Lustria. This is a very powerful predatory snake with a narrow head and long rasp-like fangs, hence its name. But strangely it's not poisonous. It is dark green in color with a striking bright red bill and is found throughout jungles and swamps, often coiled on lower branches. Despite its slender body, fast, violent attacks can penetrate flesh and cause horrific damage.
Svebjorn's eyes were full of horror, he knew what was about to happen, a death most humiliating among Norscans, a death so shameful that even the Raven God would shy away from it.
"It seems she was never yours! Even though she is dead!" Ren held the tube and stared at Svibjorn coldly. In his opinion, the tube in his hand seemed redundant, but it was still necessary. As adults usually say, some traditions and customs must be respected rather than trampled on. Svebjorn's jaw was pinched open by Druch. He inserted the tube into Svebjorn's mouth. When the tube was in place, he removed the chisel snake he was holding in his other hand from the opening of the tube. It slipped. To encourage the snake to enter, instead of telepathy, he followed Norscan tradition and heated the pipe with a fire rod and pushed the snake down Svebjorn's throat.
Druch, who held Svebjorn's chin, immediately took his hand off after feeling the snake go in. He didn't want the snake's fangs to touch his arm. Following his movements, the two Druch, who was holding down Svibjorn before, also let go of his arm. They smiled cruelly and looked at Svibjorn rolling on the ground and wailing.
Renn glanced at Svebjorn rolling around on the ground and ignored him. He looked around at the miserable scene in the hall. The ground was full of blood and squirming humanoids. Druchi usually raids to rob slaves. In this case, it is relatively better. If it is just robbery, then the survivors of the settlement will suffer the old sins, Druchi's skinning and dismemberment, etc. There are countless methods and tricks, which are simply breathtaking.
Svebjorn must die, and die in humiliation.
I had studied it before the raid. The prince of the Aislin tribe died in the Sali tribe. There are only two consequences. To seek revenge from the elves, go to Ulthuan or Naggaroth? Either because of the death of the heir, the two tribes started fighting. Although one of the purposes of the raid on Ormskro was to save the prince of the North dwarves, this purpose was covered up after the operation. No one would care about the dwarves. After all, the raid was a good thing done by the elves. It doesn't matter which decision the Aislin tribe makes, just like if they don't raid the Norscans, the Norscans won't raid Ulthuan. As for going to Naggaroth? The welcome comes, the slave is delivered to your door, you don’t even have to catch him.
However, this probability should be very small. It is more likely that two Norscan tribes will fight. In this case, it is necessary to increase the pressure. There is only one king in each tribe, but there are still many chiefs below who are eager to try, and two The tribes will also share the pressure of the Norse dwarves when they fight.
A moment ago, the walls of the King's Hall were still echoing with laughter and laughter. Now, the King's Hall has become silent. Druchi's raid has cast a shadow here. There are only humanoid creatures crawling on the ground covered in blood with their vocal cords cut off. And the noise made by Druchi rummaging through the loot, this is the darkest side that King Vigrendel has experienced since he succeeded to the throne.
Vigrendel fell at the foot of the throne. His sword, crown, and exquisite ornaments had been taken away by Druch as trophies. His daughter's chest was pierced by a hot amber spear, and she died. next to him. Being pinned to the ground, he looked at Svebjorn, who was still struggling helplessly on the ground. He knew that everything was over. Svebjorn's death meant a war between the Salis and the Eslings, but this It didn't matter anymore, he saw an elf in a silver helmet with a white lion's head on his shoulders walking towards him.
"Elf, you have brought destruction to Ormskro, and the Norscan tribe will descend on your city like a vengeful wolf." Wigrendel looked at Renn like a lone wolf cornered, Growling and whimpering.
"Then what? Are you so secluded from the news? Don't you know that a huge army came to Nagaros three years ago? But their end was not very good." Renn casually picked up a chair and said, Sitting under the throne, he looked straight at Wigrendel and said, his words full of indifference.
"Let me live, I will give you all my things." Wiggrendel began to beg for mercy. He looked at Ren's eyes as he stared at him like a dead man. He could feel Ren's murderous intention. He As a believer of the Crow God, he didn't think it was shameful to ask for mercy, and he didn't think he was a warrior. He only knew that as long as he was alive, there would be changes, and the worst he could do was to start all over again.
"You have nothing to give me, and you can't give me what I want." Renn ignored Wigrendel's increasingly desperate cries. In his opinion, this so-called king was already a dead man. , but it’s just that it hasn’t climbed into the Hall of the Ancestors and returned to the embrace of the dark gods. This bullshit Ormskro will burn and become a bonfire.
"As a so-called king, all you can do now is choose a decent way to die. This is my greatest respect for you." Renn continued.
"You can't kill me. The all-seeing eye of the Crow God is watching me. He is a very "generous" god. He is very concerned about the situation of his followers. If I die, he will send down terrible punishments, so don't do this. , don’t let me die.” Vigrendel was still making his final struggle, he threatened.
Ren was stunned for a moment. He was trying to understand what the Crow God in Wiggrendel's words meant. He quickly realized what he meant. He broke through the defense the moment he reacted. His voice echoed on the walls of the king's hall. The Druchi who were still torturing and collecting loot were frightened by his roar, and they all stopped their work and looked at him. He roared and stood up and picked up where he was sitting before. The chair was thrown towards Vigrendel.
The two Druchi who were suppressing Vigrendel reacted. They lifted Vigrendel's body up in unison, and then let go of their hands. The chair thrown by Renn hit the king's body hard. Wigrendel's weak body tried to block it with his hands, but he could only be knocked down by the chair. He fell weakly and fell under the throne. . He knew he had said the wrong thing, and he could feel the elf's sharp-mouthed, monkey-cheeked face suddenly change after he finished speaking. The hatred was so distorted that it almost didn't look like an elf.
Renn thought of many, many things at the same time. First of all, he thought of the encounter with the terrible parrot after he came out of Spicazuma when he went to Lustria for the first time. Then there were many, many more. He had already followed Darkus. It has been thirteen years since the moon goddess Lilith appeared in a monkey's body, and he has known about the extraordinary nature of Darkos. And he knew that the terrifying existence was not only watching Dacus. He had no reason not to be watched when he followed Dacus. Before he became the oracle of the ancient sage Huangqi, that person appeared more than once. In his sleep.
"Do you like birds very much?" Renn rushed over. He grabbed the king's collar and lifted Vigrendel up from the ground. He roared at Vigrendel, "Since you like birds so much! Then!" I'll make one for you!"
Renn pushed Vigrendel to the ground again. He ignored Vigrendel's screams and stepped hard on the king's back with his boots.
The Norse tribe not only had a tradition of feeding snakes, but they also had other traditions. What Ren was doing now was one of them. He took out the thorn blade and cut open Vigrendel's gorgeous robe. The king's skin was exposed to the air. His thorn blade slashed again, and the king's skin was peeled off. Exposing the fat and muscles underneath.
The two Druchi came over again and held down the struggling Wigrendel, while intoxicatedly admiring Renn's gorgeous performance.
The ribs next to Wiggrendel's spine were cut out by Ren, and then bent outward until they broke one by one. Then Ren carefully reached into his body, lifted his beating lungs, and placed his lungs on his shoulders. In the eyes of Druchi who was watching, it looked like angry bloody wings. His lungs shook in his shoulders, his maimed body struggling to breathe.
Ren watched Vigrendel die in pain bit by bit, his eyes fixed on Vigrendel's broken body. He savored the pain Vigrendel experienced with every breath he took, every whimper of pain, every tremor of agony in his limbs.
Just as Vigrendel was experiencing pain, a crow crossed the room excitedly and suddenly appeared silently in the King's Hall, standing on the rafters and silently watching everything happening below.
Ren had restrained his emotions by now, admiring the obscene scene he had created. Although it was his first time doing this, he was still satisfied with his work.
This tradition was known among the Norscan tribes as the Blood Eagle, a torture reserved for their most hated enemies. It's a horrific tradition that stretches into the mists of legend.
Ren stood next to Wigrendel's body. He squatted down and slapped the king's exposed lungs with both hands. When the king was about to suffocate to death, he stopped and suddenly raised his head and stared at the beams of the hall.
Wiggrendel felt that he was about to die, when the crow flew down from the rafters and landed in front of his eyes. His eyes that were about to close suddenly opened wide, and he saw the crow's terrifying eyes staring at him with disgust. He, when his pupils opened to their maximum, he died in front of the incarnation of his master...
At the same time, the Drukhi also dispersed with a roar, they drew their weapons and looked at the sudden appearance on guard. Crow, they who were intoxicated by the abyss knew all too well what this crow might represent.
The crow tilted his head and stared at Renn, his eyes full of consideration and curiosity, as if it was the first time he saw Renn. The next second, before the Druchi could do anything, he quacked again. The ground flew away.
Ren paused as sparkling streaks and strings of pulsating flashes appeared before his eyes. He felt that everything around him was moving in the light and shadow, and hundreds and thousands of scenes were constantly playing out before his eyes, until a whisper in his mind and his sister's constant tugging on his arm broke him out of the illusion and met him. At the same time, the new Ogham stone talisman he had added to Albion Island shattered again.
"I'm fine, I'm fine, we should leave, remember, don't... set fire!" Renn's eyes moved away from the dazzling changes, and he felt the pain of stimulation in his brain.
(End of chapter)