Rebirth of the Viking King

"How many times have I told you that you are the guard captain, not the hunting captain. Your job is to stand guard and protect the village from being invaded by foreign enemies, not to wander out of the village with your little sisters carrying bows and arrows."

Standing in the center of the government hall undergoing "interrogation" was naturally Katya, who had been away for three days before returning to the village. At this time, she was spreading her long white legs, holding a sweet apple and gnawing on it, looking up at Jerome from time to time. And Jerome himself didn't have much confidence, especially when he saw the precious medicinal materials brought back by Katya and several Slavic women.

His voice became lower and lower until it was almost inaudible.

If it were someone else who was being judged, he could point to the plaque above his head that read "Survival of the Fittest, Survival of the Fittest" and have a duel that everyone would welcome, but now the person standing in the hall was his newlywed wife, and he didn't dare to let this ancestor Hit someone in the end.

All the servants and hunters in the hall suppressed their laughter and watched this unique "interrogation". Jerome frowned, and his whole face almost shrank into a watermelon about to explode.

"You will be sentenced to three years of confinement." As soon as he said these three words, Jerome immediately regretted it. After locking this living beast in the cajon for three days, she had nowhere to vent all her energy. In the end, she was afraid that it would all be "vented" on herself. She thought of her sore waist and even more soreness in the days after her wedding. **, even on a hot summer day, Jerome would feel a chill.

"Two days, not half a day of confinement! Let us serve as a warning to others!"

"Hmph!" Katya snorted arrogantly, threw away the apple core and walked out of the government hall. Jerome scratched his hair in embarrassment and held the cross around his neck with both hands.

"Omniscient and almighty Lord, could this damn woman be the one sent by you to torture me?"

"No, it's that devil Loki! This damn thing has been gone for more than two months, why hasn't he come back yet?"

"If you don't come back, these lawless chosen ones in Hanshui Village will go to the house to uncover the tiles!"

At this moment, Jerome suddenly felt a fatigue coming from the depths of his soul. During Loki's absence, 241 women in the village became pregnant, and the treasury increased from 529 Slavic silver coins to 821 (most of which were obtained through less bright means such as cheating). Children Her average height grew by 3 centimeters. Sophie learned to steal cocks from the kitchen and give them to pregnant women.

Mr. Village Chief, if you don’t come back, I will die from exhaustion in this damn lord’s seat!

Of course, this can only be a weak rant. After a while, he rubbed his brain and continued to tap the gavel to meet the next complainant.

Perhaps the Holy Lord in heaven finally heard Jerome's call. After nearly three months of absence, Loki's fleet sailed into the port of Hanshui Village that night. Jerome let out a sigh of relief. He first thanked the Holy Lord for not letting the damn thing die in the sea. In addition, he also thanked him for freeing himself from the hell of ruling.

He hasn't been to class for a long time

That night, a grand welcome banquet was held in Hanshui Village. Plate after plate of roast chicken, roast lamb, and stewed pork knuckle were brought out by the servants, and Jerome also took out all the ale in the cellar. The Viking pirates who followed Loki out to sea talked about the "howling weirdos" and "monsters as huge as the mainland" they encountered on the sea.

"Ha! My old Gore has seen more of the world this time when he went to sea than the three generations of the Marash family! Not only did I discover a new sea route, I also picked up gold, picked up a Chinese ship, and killed a lot of people. A beast as huge as an island that only blocks out the sky and the sun, and together with the village chief, created a continent!”

"Haha, old Gore, why didn't you say you gave birth to a son named Thor?"

"Hahaha!" There was a burst of laughter in the banquet hall. Old Gore picked up the ale and continued the argument with the other villagers who were blushing. Just a few minutes later, Aunt Favna walked into the lobby with a wooden leg. Behind her were three pirates carrying a large wooden box.

When the box landed on the dining table, the cover was opened, and tea, spices, fine porcelain, silk, and more than 300 yellow gold dinar coins from the Eastern Continent appeared in front of everyone.

When Loki saw this, he gently patted Sophie who was hanging on him like a koala, raised his glass and stood up.

"Thank you all the gods for blessing my Hanshui Village, thank God King Odin, thank Holy Lord Christ, and of course, thank you Master Oleg who just recently joined my Hanshui Village! Princess Hahoran of the Hydra really brought great benefits to Hanshui Village A blessing!”

"I propose that everyone first raise their glasses to celebrate the establishment of a temple in my village!"

The Slavic workers in the banquet hall were particularly excited. In Hanshui Village, not only did they become free people from serfs, they were also allowed to build temples and gain strength. This rare equality is a privilege they have not enjoyed for many, many years.

Oleg stood up silently and raised his glass.

"I am not a person who is good at words. I can put a thousand words into one sentence: Thank you village chief for my 'selfless new appointment'! The completion of the temple is just the first step in this distant journey. In a few days, I will set off. Go to the Tianduan Mountains to find prey suitable for taming."

While Oleg was speaking, Loki's eyes involuntarily fell on the tall figure sitting next to him. Although the man only wore a very simple wolf-skin jacket, his extremely pale skin and the layer of hard platinum hair on his body made this man powerful and dangerous simply from the looks of it.

(Most of the Slavic slave workers are dark and thin. Such a strong person does not look like a slave. Besides, this man looks so strong and fierce from the face. Why don’t I remember that there is such a number one person in the village?)

"Who is this strong brother? I seem to have never seen you before."

Hearing the lord's question, the big white man slowly stood up from the long table. After fully standing up, Loki found that he was more than two meters tall, even taller than most of the Vikings in the banquet hall.

After he stood up, he picked up a large glass of ale, walked up to Loki and knocked his glass gently.

"Lord, you can call me 'White Bear' Buchan Bushi!"

The big man's Viking language was not proficient. Although it was a sentence with a strong Slavic dialect, the four words "Bakanbusi" still reached everyone's ears.

These four words have been heard by every Viking who has ever landed on the east coast of the Baltic Sea.

"Do not try to approach Murmansk. The murderous king of the Slavs lives there!"

"His name is Bukan Bushi, and he is a ferocious monster that has survived for hundreds of years!"

There was a brief silence in the hall. When everyone looked at each other, a burst of terrifying laughter suddenly broke out from behind Buchan Bush.

"Hahaha! Is this naughty kid like you, who doesn't have all his hair, Buchan Bushi? Then I might actually have a son named Thor!"

Hahaha! !

The banquet atmosphere immediately returned to the hall. Even Loki smiled and shook his head. He raised his glass and bumped it lightly with the upright young man in front of him. White Bear Bakan Bushi Legend has it that this man is 3 meters tall and is accompanied by a black bear as big as a mountain peak.

No one believed that the legendary Slavic King would really come to Hanshui Village in a remote and remote place.

"Old man, I apologize to you all, haha, my nephew was joking! He just happened to have the same name as the Slavic King." Oleg stood up in a hurry and explained awkwardly, "I always wanted him to change his name. But this tough guy won’t do anything.”

Bakanbusi grinned widely at the same time. He gently reached out to the plate in front of Loki, grabbed a chicken leg wrapped in chili and cumin and stuffed it into his mouth. The drumstick, which was as big as a child's arm, looked like a pitiful toy in his hands.

Loki smiled and pushed a whole plate of roast chicken towards him. This slightly rude behavior did not offend him. On the contrary, he quite liked this strong and upright man.

No matter who he looked at, there was no trace of fear or stage fright in his eyes.

This man is a born warrior.

"Master Oleg, you are the host of the Hahoran Temple. You do not need to ask me for instructions for any actions. If the temple needs manpower, you can recruit it yourself. If you need silver coins, just ask Chief Wentsov directly. "

Loki has always given his subordinates the greatest degree of freedom. And Oleg is obviously a veteran in the field of observing words and emotions, and he has not shown any flaws. As for the lawless Slavic king of Bakanbusi, he had no idea what "fear" was. He devoured the meat while constantly raising his glass to drink with the strangers around him.

No one saw that a storm was about to sweep across Scandinavia right in front of them.