Rebirth of the Viking King

Master Irushil led his three apprentices into Hanshui Village quietly.

As a Storm Priest who has been stationed in the Temple of Storms for a long time, the biggest difference between Irushil and ordinary Vikings is that he studies the art of combat. Ordinary Vikings, even the Chosen Ones like Loki and Old Gore, all they pursue is to use the fastest speed to deal with the enemy on the opposite side.

But Master Irushil and his Storm Acolytes are studying the killing techniques of various universities in the Western Continent. After hundreds of years of development, each of the six priests has his own style.

The Irushil lineage is good at sneaking and rushing. After all, from the perspective of the Hall of Valor, they, like other warlords, massacred Viking civilians at the slightest disagreement, which was unjustifiable both emotionally and rationally.

At this time, two Storm Acolytes were hanging on the outer wall of Cold Water Castle using a metal hook lock.

Irushil is using the power of "Raven Path" Sequence 3 "Night Raven" to transform into a black bird, hovering around Cold Water Castle at high altitude.

He had to make sure that their actions were not seen by ordinary people.

"When I passed by this room just now, I noticed a very secret spiritual energy fluctuation. Perceiving the figure inside, I thought it should be a young child who had gotten up at night."

"Ege, go deal with her!"

"Keep your hands and feet clean and don't make any noise!"

To the Storm Acolytes, the words spoken by the priest are instructions from the gods. Even if it is a vicious crime like killing children, which is outraged by both humans and gods, they must abide by it unconditionally. Nodding vigorously, Egg, who was hanging upside down on the outer wall of the castle, shook his right arm and slipped in through the bay window silently.

After just a few seconds, the two heard a soft pop, but for 10 long minutes, no sound came from the room!

Irushil, who returned to his human form and stood firmly on the flagpole, narrowed his eyes and squatted down gently. Killing an unarmed Viking child was something that the disciples under him could accomplish in just one breath. But Egger didn't come out for so long after entering the room.

What's going on?

Master Irushil has been practicing in the Hall of Valor for half his life, and the disregard for life has become a deep-seated bone for him. He knew Egg's skills well. Not to mention a young child, even if he was surrounded by seven or eight Viking warriors, it would not be difficult for him to escape with his skills.

Looking at the entire Scandinavia, there are only a handful of people who can kill him instantly.

"You, go and see what's going on."

His second disciple followed Irushil the longest. If Sartre had not been born last year, the Slav named "Mosov" would have most likely succeeded the position of Storm Priest of Irushil within three years. He nodded slightly towards his mentor, and at the same time, two cold flames rose in his eyes.

This is proof that in his early years, he went deep into the cave at the bottom of the Tianduan Mountains alone and killed a giant frost bear. Only warriors who have eaten a living frost bear will have their eyeballs turn this color.

This is a gift from God King Odin to the warriors.

Mosov didn't make any sound as he flew lightly into the bay window. After landing, he took out an ancient weapon stuck behind his back. From the outside, it looks like a handful of ice flakes as transparent as glass! In the summer when the room temperature reaches around 20 degrees Celsius, wisps of cold air emit from the surface of the ice slices.

Mosuofu once followed the masters in the Hall of Valor to go deep into the ice-covered Greenland. In a cave tens of meters underground, he pulled out this ice piece from the chest of a death dragon. Even in the summer of the peninsula, Day, it won't melt either.

He tied several strips of animal skin to the bottom of the ice sheet to create a "sword hilt". From then on, the short knife became a weapon that he would never leave without. This cold, primitive sword can not only instantly condense the blood flowing out after piercing the enemy's wound, but it can also freeze the nerves near the wound, making it almost impossible to feel much pain.

In stealth assassination, this "ice knife" can be said to be almost a perfect weapon.

"Did Egg hear that?"

After entering the room, Mosov lowered his voice and called softly. He never thought that any accident might happen to his junior brother in the castle where the country bumpkin lived. The most likely thing is that his attention was attracted by something.

Of course, it is also possible to go to the toilet when you need to urinate.

After waiting for a long time, Mosov did not receive any response. He stood on tiptoes and walked lightly throughout the room, even in the dark corridor outside the door. There was no sound in the whole castle except for the low sounds of sleeping.

When he returned to the house, he was surprised to find that a dark blue dawn had appeared on the horizon, which was a sign that the sun was about to rise.

At this time, he slowly aimed his gaze at the bed opposite the bay window.

The linen quilt on the bed was slightly arched, forming the shape of a living person. No longer intending to waste any time, Mosov gripped the skates tightly and walked to the bed and lifted up the quilt.

Egger, whom he had been looking for for a long time, was lying upright on the bed, staring at the ceiling with a defeated face.

"Ege, you." Mosov's brain obviously had no time to process what he saw. An assassin flew into the room from the window, and he lay down comfortably on the bed in the room. This was in front of him. Everything is undoubtedly extremely weird. He stretched out his big hand to lift his junior brother's head. However, at this moment, a burning sun suddenly erupted under Iger's head!

This sudden scorching sunlight was like a flash bomb suddenly exploding in a dark castle! Caught off guard, Mosov only felt that his eyes were pale. When the patches of messy white receded, only meaningless flashing blocks of color and darkness as thick as ink remained in front of his eyes.

Hold! Damn it, he rubbed his eyes vigorously while stretching out his short knife and stabbing aimlessly in front of him.

"Haha, it's really simple."

A thin figure rolled out from under the bed, and what appeared with her was the ax that Loki had given to Sophie. The girl swung the ax with her thin arms, and the ax blade easily broke through the back of Mosov's head. He didn't even have time to shout, and instantly fell onto the bed.

Lying side by side with Egger.

"As a murderer, you must die neatly together." Nefertiti looked at the slightly white fish belly on the horizon, and gently patted the poisonous scorpion armband on her hand.