Rebirth of the Viking King

Should I go in?

Master Irithyll has been thinking about this question for quite a long time. Seeing that the darkness in the night sky was about to recede, the two disciples who entered the castle never came out of the window.

A faint sense of crisis began to emerge from the bottom of his heart.

Irithyll was able to sit in the position of Storm Lord at the age of 35. He was definitely not a reckless man with only one mind. Perhaps the young Egger might have been ambushed and died inadvertently under the knife of the Vikings. He knew Mosov's skills very well.

For many years, he followed me to explore and search for treasures in various Jedi as the chief disciple. Most of his companions around him have died, and only he has survived tenaciously. Even if I want to defeat Mosov, I need to go through a long battle.

And Mosov melted silently in the darkness after entering this room.

This undoubtedly attracted Irithyll's attention.

Valhalla makes a living by selling potions, and there are 8 upgrade sequences in the temple, with nearly a hundred different recipes. In order to collect the formula, the storm monks often need to enter the dangerous ancient wasteland to pick it at the risk of their lives. In these wastelands where no life exists, there are actually terrible creatures that have survived from the ancient times.

Iruthyel deeply understands that there are many mysterious phenomena in this world that he cannot explain, and he has survived from an apprentice storm monk to the present, and many times he does not rely on "superb martial arts" or "extraordinary courage".

The biggest reliance for his survival is that he can suppress his strong curiosity.

In other words, he is cowardly enough.

So, when the strange things that common sense cannot explain really happened in front of him, he made a decisive decision and turned around and ran away.

However, at this moment, the gradually rising sun had already poured out a ray of morning sun from the mountains in the east. The dazzling sunlight poured on Iruthyel, and he actually fell into a dizzy for a short time. He stretched out his hand to try to block this bright and scary strange light. Iruthyel suddenly felt a cold killing intent coming from behind him.

He wanted to turn around to block it, but it was too late.

Frightened and angry, he leaped forward, drawing a precise arc and landing at the main gate of the castle.

Iruthyel didn't even think about counterattacking. Years of combat experience told him that when a stalker's whereabouts were exposed, counterattack = seeking death.

Only by being alive can there be a chance to turn the tables. As long as he can return to Valhalla safely, he can think of ten thousand ways to avenge the missing disciples. His horse was parked at the gate. As long as he ran a dozen meters further and rode on the horse, this purebred tall horse from Frost Ridge would surely lead him to escape.

However, just after running two steps, just as he was about to rush out of the gate of Hanshui Village, Iruthyel suddenly felt a severe numbness and itchiness in the soles of his feet. Looking down, a fat golden scorpion emerged from the mud, holding up two golden scorpion claws and looking at him proudly.

Iruthyel's pupils instantly shrank into two pinholes.

There is no such animal as scorpion that lives in arid sand in Scandinavia, not to mention that this scorpion is golden all over, and the light golden venom is flowing out of the spikes on its tail, and his legs are losing consciousness at a very fast speed.

This is a sign of being poisoned.

(Haha, do you think you can kill me in this way?)

After all, Iruthyel has the fighting blood of the Viking ancestors in his body. Being in adversity will only squeeze out the desire for survival in the depths of his soul like a spring. Pulling out the dagger he carried with him, Iruthyel reversed the blade and stabbed it cleanly into the artery of his right leg!

As the dagger went in and out, blood with golden spots spurted out of the artery and splashed onto the green bushes covered with dew in front of him, but at this time something even more bizarre happened.

A deep darkness appeared in front of Iruthyel.

At this moment, he was in a picture scroll of a gorgeous sunrise. The dark holes caused by the blood spilled were like a row of large holes on the scroll, destroying the harmonious picture in front of him in an extremely weird way.

Could this be an illusion?

More and more blood gushed out from the wound on his leg, and the "scroll" that touched the hot blood was burned with one black hole after another. Until then, Master Irusil's brain was clear and recalled the biggest problem of this operation.

- Time!

(I am a person who has a precise calculation of time. Before setting off, I have accurately calculated the interval from before dawn to sunrise! We should have enough time to enter the village and complete the task.)

How could the sun rise so early? !

At this time, looking back at the distant Hanshui Village, he found that under the gorgeous and peaceful sunshine, the whole village was quiet and did not make any sound. Not only was there no human voice, but there was not even the sound of insects and birds!

This is definitely not what a village that really exists in the real world should look like!

Master Irithyll was no stranger to illusions. As a Raven and Berserker dual-path God-chosen, his psychic power was extremely powerful. He could easily pull him into the illusion without knowing it. The man on the other side was already enough to crush him in terms of mental power. Now, he had only one way to deal with it, and that was to escape!

Biting the tip of his tongue fiercely, Irushil spat out a large mouthful of blood. The hot blood mist burned a dark hole in the scroll in front of him. Taking one step out of the hole, the familiar darkness surrounded him again. In the dead darkness, he opened his eyes with force, but found that he was trapped tightly by layer after layer of bandages, unable to move at all.

Where am I?

Trying to turn his head with all his strength, Irushil found that there were two mummies on his left and right that were exactly the same as him. Layers and layers of linen strips trapped them tightly, leaving only two eyes.

At this time, their eyes were like dead fish sold in the market, lifeless.

Master Irushil tried his best to move his fingers and soles, but the Styx priest who tied him obviously knew this well. Under the condition of total paralysis, even if he wanted to move one centimeter, he needed to Try your best.

However, at this moment, he heard the sound of the door to the room opening.

"My dear Sophie, good morning~"

"Holy shit! That's not your Sophie baby at all, it's some Styx priest who awakened from an ancient spell!

"Help me, help me!"

Master Irushil, who was wrapped as a mummy, struggled to sleep under Sophie's bed. However, the poison of the golden scorpion had already paralyzed all the nerves in his body. Nefertiti on the bed smiled sweetly at Loki who came into the room to greet him good morning. She imitated Sophie's habit and stretched out a white finger to tap the tip of his nose.

A colleague called out in a soft voice that belonged to a girl - Daddy!