Rebirth of the Viking King

Sat walked on the roof of the palace. He chose a completely different path from Loki.

He liked the feeling of stepping on high altitude.

Even Master Irithyll, the storm god, once said that Sat was a natural hunter.

He was born for hunting.

In terms of personality, Sat was different from most Vikings. He didn't drink, didn't indulge in promiscuity, didn't love money, and never said any nonsense.

He was almost always in absolute calmness and faithfully performed every task assigned to him.

Because he firmly believed that Loki was the god in Valhalla.

He was assigned by Odin to the mortal world to save the Vikings.

**

Sat Morgan's background was quite ordinary. Even in the Viking society, it was quite difficult.

Although his family "Morgan Family" was not poor, Sat's father Canter Morgan was a rare "anti-war activist" among the Vikings.

Old Morgan had been a shepherd all his life, and the only time he picked up an axe in his life was to deal with wolves that came to steal food.

He had never participated in sea robbery, and when he encountered robbers, he let them take away his family's property. Even the lord couldn't stand such behavior, and finally Duke Angus Moklash of Dragon's Breath Plateau personally nicknamed him "coward Morgan".

No one wanted to be a neighbor with such a person, because everyone knew that he was a soft persimmon who would not resist. In the end, under the contemptuous eyes of everyone, old Morgan carried his family on the carriage, left the village where he once lived, and went far away to the remote Hanshui Village.

10 years ago, the leader of Hanshui Village was still Loki's father, the martial "Manggus Starrag". As the only remaining "Boiling Blood Warrior", he couldn't understand Morgan's behavior.

"How did someone like you survive in this chaotic world? Can you still marry and have children, and successfully live to the age of forty?"

This is the biggest question of old Mangus.

It is not difficult to imagine that the "Morgan Family" is not comfortable in Hanshui Village. There is almost no pasture in the Hanshui Village, which is surrounded by mountains and rivers. In order to support his family, Canter Morgan can only go back to his old job and go hunting in the mountains.

The loneliness of childhood has made Sartre not good at talking. He is a person with almost no friends.

However, no one expected that the only person who can play with him every day is Loki, the son of the lord.

"Do you know that your father is the only normal person in this fucked up world."

"But I still hate him!"

"Why can't he pick up an axe and fight with his fellow villagers like other warriors to get Odin's reward?"

"Hehe, little brother"

"Perhaps, your father is the only 'smart man' in this tribe. He is the only one who sees through the cruel truth of this starry sky."

"It's just that it seems too cruel, and he can't explain it to you with red teeth"

10 years ago, the 8-year-old Sartre didn't understand the meaning of this sentence. Even until he became the hunting captain of Hanshui Village at the age of 18, he still couldn't understand it.

It was not until two months ago, when he saw what the storm monks in the ‘Holy Mountain’ were doing, that he finally understood.

Everything, the “magic potion”, “divine power”, “entering Valhalla after death”, was all a business.

The eastward raid was not for the survival of the people, but for the nobles to obtain slaves.

Similarly, the storm monks sold the potions made in batches from rotten monsters to the Vikings at a high price. On the one hand, they “made” them into commodities for rent, and on the other hand, they could plunder their extremely limited property.

In this purgatory-like furnace, the only person who had never been cut by the O’Sullivan family was perhaps Sartre’s biological father, the “coward” Canter Morgan.

And all this was seen by Loki, who was only 10 years old at the time.

This man must be a god in the world.

**

Sartre walked slowly on the towering roof of the castle. Let the whistling cold wind blow on his cheeks. As a hunter, he was even more familiar with the hook than with his own axe.

Because of his loyalty to hunting, he was the first person in the Slavic hunting team to humbly ask the Slavs for advice.

When other Vikings were still alienated from them because of their anger, only Satyr, who had followed Loki since childhood, immediately figured out the truth in his words.

No matter how deep the resentment was, they had to learn to cooperate with this group of Slavs.

Otherwise, they would lose the potion forever and everyone would die.

Although the cold wind mixed with snow would greatly block his vision, the agile hunter still keenly landed on the tower towering in the corner of the city wall below the city.

He felt a strange "disharmony".

When hunters hunt in the dense forest, the traces of prey are often hidden in this little bit of "disharmony". Gently squatting down, he took out a monocular telescope from his arms and observed carefully.

"There is no snow," he said to himself.

The roof of the castle is a slope with an angle of nearly 30 degrees. The cold wind mixed with fine snow, like milk pouring down from the snowy sky. The hard snow on the top of the slope, like grains, could not stay and would roll down to the bottom wall.

Over time, small piles of rolling snow would accumulate in the corners of the cold wall.

But among all the corners, only the area near this tower was very "clean".

It was like there was a mysterious force field blocking the door.

Gently untying the rope around his waist, Sartre slid down the top of the castle and swung to the top of the city wall. With his feet stepping on the cold bluestone, he approached the door and pushed it open.

As a result, what he saw in front of him made him unable to say a word for a long time.

However, Sartre is a hunter who can keep a cool head after all. After rubbing his eyes vigorously to make sure that what he saw in front of him was not an illusion, he backed out of the room, followed the hook lock to the roof, found a hidden corner, and then blew the hunting whistle hard.

Hearing the whistle, Loki pulled out his ax and ran at high speed in the direction of Sartre.

Although Jotunheim is cold, the place is extremely spiritual. It didn't take long for him to enter a state of nothingness like air. After passing through the doorways, he watched the sun gradually go down and the color of the sky gradually changed from pure white to a deep blue.

And at this moment he saw Sartre's figure hidden in the corner of the roof.

The two have known each other since childhood, so there was no need to say any lengthy nonsense. Sartre gently pointed at the door not far from him. The dark blue twilight swallowed up most of the light in the sky above the castle. At dusk, the dark cave entrance was like a big mouth.

Slowly swallowing his entire figure.