owlsbooks Chapter 409 God of Symbiosis (1)
Chapter 409 God of Symbiosis (1)
Two days passed in a flash.
With the arrival of the fire festival once every ten years, all men, women and children in the town gathered in the square, forming a circle from the inner three floors to the outer three floors, with excited expressions on everyone's faces.
In the center of the town square, there is a tall tower surrounded by dozens of thick logs, surrounded and stacked upwards. After the wooden tower is lit, the raging flames shoot up into the sky, exuding a billowing red heat wave.
Among them are the young men, wearing Viking-style armor and horn-style helmets, holding a solid armor round shield in one hand, and holding a sharpened long sword in the other, looking resolute like warriors going to war.
Boom boom boom!
Roar!Roar!Roar!
Accompanied by the thunderous rumble when the blade struck the shield, the Viking men's faces were flushed and blue veins bulged, and they let out a deafening battle roar at their throats!
And among them all, under the burning wooden tower, was the immortal who drank the blood of the dragon, who inherited Beowulf's will, the second-generation Danish hero - Wiglaf!
I saw him wearing an ancient armor full of scratches, holding a blood-red sharp sword with a broken blade in both hands, and his messy long hair and beard were scattered like the mane of a lion king. There is a lot of domineering in the pupils!
A huge banner that was scarlet like blood was flying on the steeple in the center of the square.
The flag depicts a ferocious and evil dragon, pierced by a delicate and gorgeous long sword from top to bottom, surrounded by eagle wings that spread out and soar, and the rest are decorated with some patterns inlaid with gold thread.
Every ten years, this small town holds a fire festival.
All young and middle-aged men who have married and have given birth will wear Viking battle armor, gather in the burning flame tower, hold high the bright red banner depicting the legend of their ancestors, and head to the cave where the evil dragon is buried.
It's not that the evil dragon has tried to resurrect in the past 1000 or [-] years. If it wasn't for Wiglaf and this group of people who obstructed it in every possible way, at the cost of burying most of the young and old in the town every ten years, I am afraid that it would have broken through the seal.
Like the son of the old man Axel, Jens' father was buried in the cave where the evil dragon was located on the fire festival ten years ago. His wife died of a disease not long afterward.
And that fire festival day was also the one with the heaviest casualties in the town. Almost the entire army was wiped out and died in the cave. Only one person survived by luck, and that was Viglaf.
Now in this small town, the men who are still alive, have married, and have given birth to children can be counted at a glance, and there are only two or thirty people left!
Twenty or thirty men...
You must know that this is a small town, but there are thousands of people, of which women account for more than 60.00%, and the rest are the elderly and children!
Just from the existing number of people, it can be seen what a terrible price this town paid to seal Grendel!
Still, it's worth it!
After all, they waited for hope, and today, two hundred years later, they can completely end this blood feud that lasted for dozens of centuries!
Brinhild had the kindest heart, so he suggested, "Actually, you just need to lead the way. We don't need so many people to go there, and we can get rid of Grendel."
After hearing her words, those well-dressed men showed angry expressions, and some even cursed a few swear words.
"no!"
Viglaf took a look at her, and then categorically refused, without the slightest timidity in his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "We must witness the destruction of that evil dragon Grendel with our own eyes. The greatest wish of our family for thousands of years!"
Brunhilde wanted to persuade her again, but she was held back by Yarvet, who shook her head slightly at her and said, "Stop talking, just let them follow, after all, they have paid too much for this promise." What a terrible price."
Brunhilde was taken aback for a moment, and then realized why those men were glaring at her just now.
This is the promise they have kept for thousands of years. Wouldn't it be a great insult to the predecessors and ancestors if they backed down at this last moment?
So, they have to go!
Not only to witness Grendel's death, but also to settle this grievance personally, drawing a perfect end to the promise of the ancestors that spanned thousands of years.
"Soldiers, drink this glass of fine wine!"
"Sail into the ocean with a threaded bow, charge with Odin's blessing, fear not death and pain, for this is our long-cherished wish!"
Amidst the singing of blessings from their wives, mothers or daughters, the men held up the cups made of ox horns with solemn expressions, and then drank the blood-red spirits in the cups in one gulp.
"Set off!!!"
Viglaf held up the broken blade and let out a war cry like thunder.
Roar!Roar!Roar!
The men looked up to the sky and screamed, raised their shields and swords and followed Wiglaf towards the snow-covered mountain range in the distance.
Lord ordered Broken Bee, Dong Shilang, and Xiao Wu to stay in the town in case the dragon suddenly rushed out of the cave and caused casualties to these residents, and then he took the Valkyrie to follow.
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Although these Viking men were wearing armor, their speed was not slow at all. Under the leadership of Viglaf, they quickly crossed the mountain range along the rugged path.
After passing through the barrier of the mountains, everyone came to a swamp with dense vegetation. Towering trees surrounded by several people could be seen everywhere. The dense branches and leaves seemed to overlap and overlap, covering the sky.
Obviously, this is the forest and swamp where Beowulf defeated the giant and the banshee in the legend, and finally died for it!
Wiglaf has been here countless times. Even in this huge forest swamp, he still led the crowd with ease, crossed this ancient swamp, and arrived at the final destination of their trip!
At the end of this forest swamp, there is a dark tunnel that can accommodate several people in parallel, extending obliquely downwards, and the end cannot be seen at a glance.
Standing on the edge of the tunnel, I can vaguely feel the piercing wind coming from the bottomless abyss, as if the evil dragon is breathing, which makes people feel a heavy sense of oppression, and the psychological endurance is slightly weak The few young men in the room are already sweating profusely at this moment.
Wiglaf took a deep breath, and was about to bend down to lead the way, but was stopped by Alvette at the side:
"The next road, let us Valkyrie take the lead."
After all, regardless of whether he agrees or not, Alvette and other Valkyries drew out the silver swords around their waists, lined up in a formation of two or three, protecting Lord in the middle, and then slowly bent down into the tunnel among.
Viglaf was silent for a moment, he understood what Arvette meant, so he waved his hand to signal for others to follow, and entered the cave one after another behind a group of Valkyries.
There was no light in the entire tunnel, and the road under her feet was quite rough and steep. In order to take care of the mortals following behind, Yarvette raised her hand and released a magic spell, illuminating the entire dark tunnel.