Rebirth of the Viking King

At ten o'clock in the middle of the night, when the moon rises above their heads, the Slavic rebels who have been fighting with passion all day will inevitably feel tired.

Looking around, the entire holy mountain is almost covered in a thick layer of corpses and blood.

Fine snowflakes fall from the sky again, hinting that autumn is gradually fading away and winter is coming.

Loki led the last 500 Slavic slave workers in the square to stand in front of the cave entrance of the highest peak of the Holy Mountain. The hottest few Storm Acolytes guarding the entrance of the cave are extremely powerful. If Loki hadn't taken action personally, the remaining 500 warriors might even have died in front of the door.

Fortunately, the road ahead is clear!

The Hall of Heroes at the foot of the mountain has been burned to ashes, and almost all the martial arts halls on the seven mountaintops have been uprooted. The shouts of killing on the entire holy mountain have gradually become fainter.

Only Loki, surrounded by 500 people, still had the fire of battle in his eyes.

"Hey, guys!"

"It is said that the early bird catches the worm. Following me, Loki, in the chaos of the army is a blessing that you old boys will never be able to cultivate in your lifetime. I have a hunch that the world we are about to enter The place is the vault where the gold coins are stored in the Hall of Heroes!”

"Imagine, just now the brothers braved the fire and rushed into the burning dilapidated house below, but someone found half a gold coin?"

The Slavic brothers shook their heads.

"That's right. The Hall of Heroes sells so many potions every year, where do they keep their money? I think it's most likely in this cave!"

"Brothers, winter is coming. When the whole land is frozen by ice, our king must return to Slavia, and you are all the heroes who won this war! The more As the war is about to end, we must find a way to make a solid profit! "

"Do you still want to be slaves or workers when you go home?"

"Don't you want to take a few hundred gold coins home, buy a manor with dozens of square meters of land, and live a comfortable life?"

The Slavic slave workers looked at each other, their brains almost paralyzed by the long day of killing. But when they heard what Loki said, everyone felt that it seemed very reasonable.

Loki squinted his eyes, studying their facial expressions.

He needs these people to follow him into the cave, because he has sensed a powerful spiritual energy hidden in the cave.

Not surprisingly, it should be an ancient monster that came from thousands of years ago like Feng Huzi.

He needed these Slavic slave laborers to act as cannon fodder at the forefront. Once he discovers that something is not going well, these people will be his butt. He can immediately activate the skills upgraded for him by the Scarlet Creator and turn around to run away.

Of course, if the opponent is not so powerful that he cannot defeat him, he also needs these cannon fodder to die first.

All the abilities of the Blood Creator lineage are concentrated on the "Blood Mist". After these cannon fodders die first and their blood flows out, they can create blood mist and absorb strong enough spiritual energy from the blood mist.

After successfully inciting this group of clueless Slavic farm workers to enter the cave, Loki cautiously followed them at the rear. There are only a few torches inserted into the stone walls inside the cave entrance. All the Storm Acolytes guarding the cave had rushed out and died outside the cave.

The cave at this time was empty except for a spiraling downward staircase.

"The gold coins should be right below! Brothers, first come, first served, why are we hesitating?"

"But Duke Loki, how come you, a Viking, are more excited about looting your own holy mountain than us Slavs?"

"Haha, excited? Who doesn't know that the king's chief adviser Oleg is working for me?! Without my secret help, is it possible for you to land on my Viking land?" Loki With wide eyes he boasted nonsense.

"I tell you, without me, you are destined to be slaves for life! I, Loki Starrag, am the great savior of you Slavs!"

"In the future, all the bards on your roads will convey the name of my 'Shackle Breaker' Loki. Maybe after returning home, your respected king will immediately build a few temples for me and kill the old man on the spot. Come on!"

The Slavic serfs around him looked at him and felt that although what this man said did not make sense, he was indeed "practicing" the liberation of the Slavs.

This is a definite fact.

Without any further hesitation, they raised their torches and began descending the spiral staircase.

After walking nearly 10 meters, Loki saw that the rough stone walls inside the mountain began to turn into exquisite stone walls that were stacked one after another manually. These huge stones formed cells that resembled cages.

In these cells, huge monsters are imprisoned.

A giant snake with a length of nearly 20 meters; a harpy with a human body and a human head, a giant monster that resembles a human but is much larger than a human; and a flying creature with wings on its back and two heads on its head. winged lion and more

All these originally heroic monsters were bound by thick chains and lay in the grotto with dejected expressions.

Waves of stench wafted out from one stone room after another.

Lifting the torch and approaching, Loki found that most of these poor monsters were skinny. Their arms, chests and other parts were covered with knife wounds and needle holes. Some wounds that had not fully healed after being cut were cut open again, and even had Suppuration and decay.

Next to the stone chamber are placed glass bottles of various sizes. The bottles contained slightly discolored blood, and there were even groups of ants crawling around some of the bottles.

"I'm your mother"

"What are these? Could this be a black factory of monster raw materials?"

Walking beside this "rotten zoo"-like cage, Loki covered his mouth and nose and tried his best to resist the urge to vomit.

Rotting animals, rotting blood and a dilapidated burrow full of ants, cockroaches and rats. When the Slavic serfs approached with torches held high, the animals in the cages would not even move their eyes, and would slump in place like zombies.

They no longer know how long they have been brutally tortured in this cage.

(what the fuck)

(If the magic potion that the Vikings drank was made from the blood of this kind of thing, only 30% of the Viking youths would explode and die when drinking the potion. This is already considered a very weak thing for the Vikings. )

(If this thing reaches the 21st century, I am afraid that only Indians who drink freely from the Ganges River can resist the poison in the potion!)