Rebirth of the Viking King

"Your Majesty the Duke of Riverdale!"

"I've met the Duke!"

All the way out of the cave, Loki found that the sun had risen high. The Viking pirates who rushed into the holy mountain outside the canyon had been recuperating in the "Sinking City" for many days. They were no longer as hungry as when Sartre found them.

Even though the entire holy mountain was almost destroyed, they still showed their highest respect to Loki, the new Duke of the River Valley.

Everyone knew that if they did not rely on this 20-year-old duke, they would surely die in the empty Slavic wilderness. It was he who sent his men to gather all the small Viking troops he saw into the blood-colored stone statues, and these hungry warriors were saved from being harvested by the slave army led by Buchan Bush.

"Sir, let me help you support this brother!"

"Haha, no need."

"This guy saved my life just now at the bottom of the cave! It would be safer for me to personally send this brother of mine back to Storm's End. What's your name?"

"Mitt Hogan, my lord, Mitt Hogan from Dragon's Breath Vault."

"Very well, Brother Hogan, lead 20 brothers to guard the top of this cave. Don't let anyone in!"

"Believe me, you don't want to know what is stored under this cave!"

The main peaks on the Holy Mountain were still ringing with loud killing sounds. The Viking pirates who had just rushed out of the portal already knew that their hometowns had been burned down by these slaves, and that their wives, sons and daughters all died at the hands of these slaves.

They had no sympathy for the Slavic rebels. The anger that had been accumulated in the "Sinking City" for nearly a month poured out in an instant, and the 9,000 pirates used all the methods they could think of to massacre every Slav in front of them.

Of course, there is also a group of people who seem to have "discovered something else."

"Brothers, hurry to the top of the Holy Mountain! It is said that Mitt Hogan of the 'Dragon's Breath Cave' discovered something incredible in the cave!"

"I saw many brothers crawling out of the hole, vomiting, and yelling at the Storm Acolytes, saying that they were actually doing this kind of thing."

"Haha, what's the use of scolding these greedy dogs? There's not even a living Storm Acolyte on the entire holy mountain."

Loki smiled slightly and carried the unconscious Bakan Bush down the river. In more than twenty years of life, he knew this group of Vikings very well. The less they are allowed to do anything, the more willing they will be to study it. At this time, at least several thousand people have entered the cave and seen how the Storm Acolytes usually work.

He knew that sooner or later, his instigation of Bakan Bush to attack the Holy Mountain and deliberately imprisoning the Vikings in the sunken city would be exposed. He needed these people to see with their own eyes what the so-called messengers of God in the Holy Mountain were doing.

In this way, this group of fools will know the reason for his attack on the Holy Mountain.

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Just as he reached the halfway point of the mountain, a sharp pain came from his waist, and Loki felt as if he couldn't hold on any longer.

The "Asgard Portal" carried on the back weighs dozens of kilograms. With his shoulders like dead bodies, Buchan Bush showed no signs of life. As for himself, he was also seriously injured in the battle with the golden-armored giant.

But now is not the time to put down the Slav king.

Once his identity is exposed, the blood feud between him and the Vikings cannot be explained by his red mouth and white teeth.

Human beings are like this. When they kill other people's husbands and steal other people's wives and children, the Vikings seem to take it for granted.

But today, they simply cannot accept that their family members and children were killed by the Slavic rebel army.

While walking and walking, Loki found that the wound he had just healed with the help of the blood mist illusion was threatening to burst again. After finally reaching the bottom of the canyon, in a deserted open space, he was exhausted and threw the Slavic King into the grass.

Just as he sat down and was about to bandage the wound, several Slavic men, all wrapped up in tight clothes, suddenly walked out of the dense forest behind him.

Taking a closer look, this was Loki's old acquaintance, Oleg.

"He's in the grass, he shouldn't die for the time being!" Seeing these figures appear, Loki felt a big stone drop in his heart. Through recent observations, he determined that Master Oleg was a very methodical person who also had a lot of ambition in mind.

Since he appeared in front of him, he must have been ready to retreat.

"It's a pity that his black bear died under the attack of an unknown god." Loki leaned against a big tree. The late autumn noon sun shone on his face, and he greedily absorbed the hard-won warmth.

In 10 days, a new round of winter is coming.

Oleg, who was waiting carefully, saw Loki so relaxed and stopped hesitantly. Upon seeing this, Loki reached into his arms, took out a few sharp bear claws that were nearly as long as his forearm, and threw them into his hand.

"There is only so much fun left, leave it to the King of Slavs, just to think about it!"

"This is such a good bear! I will find a way to bring him back to his hometown in the future!"

Oleg, Makarov, Mengmo and other elite warriors beside him walked to Bakanbusi and checked his breathing. They found that the king was indeed still alive. The two men hurriedly carried him and retreated to the river at the foot of the mountain. There was a longship waiting there.

"Why do you want to help us?" Oleg asked puzzledly.

Just two months ago, they bloodbathed Scandinavia, killing tens of thousands of civilians, burning nearly 10 cities, and taking away large sums of gold and silver. As the bandit leader, Bakan Bushi had no trouble killing Loki when he was unable to resist.

But he carried him down alone from the crowded holy mountain. This surprised Oleg.

"Haha, my brother!"

"We people have come to your land year after year to rape, plunder, and commit all kinds of evil. You find an opportunity to kill and kill us. This seems to me to be a normal thing and not a grudge!"

"But having said that, you didn't swing your butcher knife at the villagers of Hanshui Village. Perhaps this is the fundamental reason why I let you go."

"But I want to say that the feud between our two families should be settled here!"

"The days of large-scale Viking expeditions eastward to plunder Slavs are over forever, because we have discovered a new route! The group of Holy Bishops in the west are rich and weak. It is more cost-effective to rob these fat sheep than to sail eastward to fight you. Much more!”

"I will use the life of the Slav King in exchange for 10 years of peace between our two races. Can it be done?"

With a slight nod, Oleg took out a thick black book from his back and handed it to Loki along with his "Hahoran Temple" hosting token.

"This is the 8-sequence path potion formula found in the bedroom of the Storm God. I stole this ancient book. I originally wanted to buy the king's life when I was desperate. But now it seems that I am afraid that I will use it. Not on."

Loki silently picked up the book, but did not take the famous tag.

"I said that you are the host of the Hahuolan Temple in Hanshui Village. This sentence remains unchanged even now! The mountains are high and the roads are far, maybe we will still have the opportunity to meet in the future!"

No more chatting, a few Slavs hurriedly sailed away, and there was silence all around.

The midday sun penetrated the big trees above his head, and scattered warm spots fell on his body. Only Loki was holding the potion recipe book in one hand and the portal in the other, quietly leaning against the tree stump and enjoying the precious sunshine of late autumn.

In the past month, he had been having a really hard time.

Leading the weak Hanshui Village in the whirlpool of the four forces of "Slavic, English, Duke Bernard, and Izumo Trading Company" is like walking a tightrope. Any wrong step will lead to an inevitable outcome.

After days of sleepless racing, his brain was on the verge of collapse. He wanted to seize this short time to rest, but as soon as he closed his eyes, the unfinished tasks immediately appeared in his mind again.

Find a human skin for Katya, buy food for the winter, help the homeless in Dragon Breath Plateau and Frost Ridge spend the winter, rebuild the Hall of Valor, restart the portal, organize people to enter Asgard to hunt monsters, Mixing potions

One task after another was placed in front of him, and each one needed to be solved urgently.

He forced himself to sit up from the ground and looked at the mountains on the horizon. A dark cloud is swallowing up the midday sunshine, and it is foreseeable that a new round of winter is coming.

A soft and fragrant body leaned over from behind him.

Looking back, I saw the beautiful face of the Viking princess "Mehlantine O'Sullivan".

"you"

"Do not talk!"

The Viking princess licked the corners of her plump lips, revealing two sets of white teeth, and gently bit Loki's lips.

(End of Volume 4)