Blue Sword

"How about it!" Laertes, who was so embarrassed, rushed straight to Sidrifa and threatened her viciously:

"Have you thought clearly, are you choosing to surrender to God and bow to your noble bloodline?"

"Or like a despicable sea dog, dying in filth on an unknown dock?"

Hildrifa lowered her head and looked at the ground.

"Laertes..." she said slowly, "thank you for teaching me how to read."

Laertes was stunned for a moment.

"But I can't promise you." Sidrifa suddenly raised her head, with a stormy cold look in her eyes that made Laertes seem to stop breathing for an instant.

"Because I'm a descendant of Vikings!" she yelled at the top of her lungs. The guards behind him showed a look of panic, because they noticed that the strength of the struggle in their hands was getting stronger, as if the person whose arms were being restrained was not a girl.

But a beast at the end of its rope.

Sidrifa's eyes were opened to the extreme, and bloodshot eyes almost burst out from the surface of her eyeballs, like an evil ghost in hell. Her vision was blurred, and in a daze she saw that every corpse on the ground turned into her mother lying in a pool of blood.

Mother died, everyone died.

She was left alone, standing alone in front of the gate of hell, with all the devils in front of her who wanted to kill her.

Old Wilder's words rang in his ears again, like the last murmur of the deceased:

"...In the desperate situation of life and death, there is hell in front and slavery behind..."

"If you risk your life and take that step..."

The murmur suddenly turned into a threatening roar:

"you will die!"

"I'm not afraid of death!" she shouted heartbreakingly.

She didn't know who she was shouting at, she just felt that the rage had filled her chest, as if a volcano was about to erupt, destroying the entire world:

"A true Viking will never bow to nobles and emperors! Nor will he place his hope in God or gods!"

"She will only seize the power to survive in this world from the cruel iron and fire!!!"

Huge force exploded from the muscles of her arms. She violently overturned the two guards holding her arms down and pulled out the dagger her mother had left for her from the heel of her boots.

The remaining guard hurriedly grabbed her long hair, but found that all the strength in his hand was gone - Hilda Lifa had already waved the dagger to remove the beautiful pale golden hair that she had maintained for more than ten years, like a waterfall. The hair was completely cut along the scalp.

With her backhand, she plunged the dagger into the guard's throat, burying the handle into his flesh. She quickly pulled out the long sword from his waist with her other hand, turned around and slashed with all her strength. The light of the sword was like a full moon, killing the approaching guard. They cut them apart.

"Guards!" Laertes backed away in fear, turned around and shouted, "Guards!"

Before he finished speaking, the long sword thrown from Sidrifa's hand whirled several times in the air and pierced his chest.

The surrounding guards pressed forward fiercely like a pack of wolves, and the unarmed Sidley faced them fearlessly. White flames seemed to be burning in her clear and transparent pupils.

She quickly approached one of the guards, and the opponent's long sword slashed into her shoulder blade. She turned her head sideways and leaned forward in the severe pain, biting off the opponent's Adam's apple with one fierce bite.

With bright red blood splashing all over her face, she grabbed the tomahawk from the opponent's waist and slashed at the guard behind him with her backhand.

The opponent raised his shield to block. The first swipe of the battle ax made him take half a step back; the second swipe was so strong that he couldn't bear the force and was forced to kneel on the ground; the third swipe caused the shield to shatter into pieces and wood chips flying everywhere.

Sidrifa grabbed the collar of his cloth armor with her left hand and threw him out with all her strength. She slashed down with the battle ax in her right hand, cutting the guard into two pieces.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

She roared like a mad beast, rushed into the group of guards, and started slashing wildly, with blood, flesh and severed limbs flying everywhere.

However, more swords, axes and shields came forward, killing more than a dozen guards in a row. She herself was covered in blood and bruised by sharp weapons, and her body was crumbling, but the killings in her hands were getting faster and faster, and the expression on her face was also... More violent.

So every time she swung the battle ax, the surrounding guards were desperately retreating. No one wanted to die with a madman who was determined to die, not to mention that the blood would always drain out.

This cannot go on.

The blood flowing from her forehead blurred her vision. Her vision passed through the layers of guards in front of her and landed on the sea outside the pier.

We must... fight our way out!

Something seemed to have been kicked under her feet. She lowered her eyes and saw the body of old Wilder who had been stabbed to death with a sharp sword in the chest.

His right hand was open weakly, and the battle ax he snatched from the guard fell beside him, emitting a faint, strange blue light.

"Hold it." A voice sounded in her heart, and she seemed to see a certain figure in a trance.

There was a figure of a bald man with germanium red war lines on his face and bulging muscles. He seemed to be a Spartan, a Cyrus, or a Thracian. Hildelie could not see clearly. Can't tell.

"Hold it." The man's voice was hoarse and low, "Then, cut through all the iron and fire in this world..."

Sidrifa lowered her body and held the battle ax in her hand, and the cold power flowed into her palm.

Then she swung the ax with all her might.

The ax swung out in a huge semicircle, and the bodies of any guards it passed were instantly covered with ice, making them stagger and move with difficulty.

She pushed forward fiercely, then rushed straight onto the dock and jumped into the air.

Falling into the cold sea water, the vision gradually became dark, and everything around him was rising rapidly.

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Hilda Lifa opened her eyes.

She saw that she was standing on the top of the abandoned tower. The North Wind Ax had been pulled out from the wall by her, and it was now emitting a faint blue awe-inspiring luster.

The wind and snow all over the sky gathered into a tornado, rolling around the blade of the ax in her hand, and gradually shrank, subsided and disappeared.

She remembered everything, that was her real past.

The death of my mother, the death of the whole village, the death of old Wilder, the death of the pirates.

After Laertes was killed by her hand, she desperately broke through and jumped into the sea, falling into a coma, and finally woke up on the shore a few kilometers away.

In the following years, she traveled to the Eastern Solomon Empire in order to earn wealth and hone her strength.

But one day, she will return to her former hometown and find out who is behind the massacre of her village.

Complete your revenge.

Hilda Lifa carried the North Wind Ax and walked down the tower in a daze. She saw that the bodies of snow monsters were piled outside, and Nora was giving everyone emergency treatment.

More snow monsters are escaping in a hurry because they feel that the temperature is rising and must find a cool cave to aestiate as soon as possible, otherwise they will die.

The girls of the Blue Sword turned around and saw that Sidrifa had returned intact, so they all breathed a sigh of relief.

Their eyes also fell on her North Wind Ax curiously.

"New weapon, want to try it?" Ask said with a smile.

Hilda looked at him quietly for a while, then showed a hearty smile:

"Okay." She replied with a smile.

Putting on a beautiful axe-throwing posture, Sidrifa let out a low shout and threw the North Wind Ax in her hand.

The battle ax drove into the wall with its momentum, and was instantly covered with a layer of frost. A shadow flew back from the battle axe, fell into Sidrifa's hands, and immediately turned into the north wind. The entity of the axe.

The ax on the wall disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The girls clapped as if they were watching a wonderful magic trick.

"You haven't reached Level 5 yet, so this ax can only exert the strength of Frost I-Frost II." Asker said with approval, "As your level increases, the power of the North Wind Ax will also increase."

"When it reaches the law level, it can freeze a wide range of enemies while swinging it. If one day, you can ascend to the demigod realm, it can even freeze everything, including time."

"There will be a day." Hidrifa took a deep breath and said seriously.

"I promise."