Rebirth of the Viking King

Scandinavia cannot support weaklings.

Therefore, the difficult life did not frustrate Clint, but made him as tough as weeds.

When there was no food in winter, he once went deep into the snow-covered Tianduan Mountains to look for food for his younger brother. When he finally encountered the wolves after wandering aimlessly for three days, the wolves wanted him, and he also wanted to eat the wolves.

Viking warriors were often born in such desperate situations.

Facing the fierce cold wind, the thin boy squeezed out the last bit of strength from his bone marrow and wedged the big ax in his hand into the head of the dire wolf.

When the dire wolf fell to the ground, he immediately slit its throat and poured a mouthful of blood.

He had to do it.

Otherwise, he would not have the physical strength to support the subsequent battle.

Three days later, when Clint, covered in blood, dragged the wolf corpse back to Hanshui Village, his two younger brothers had starved to death in the room.

The 12-year-old buried them without saying a word.

Crying is an extremely draining behavior. In winter, no Viking would be willing to cry.

This is too luxurious.

**

In the next few years, Clint grew up silently, and his excessive poverty made it impossible for him to have the money to go to the Holy Mountain to buy the potion from the Acolyte of the Storm.

He once snatched four women from the Slavic lands.

But the longest of the four women only lived three years.

One person died from the cold, and the other fell into a valley while going out to pick medicinal herbs.

One person was promoted to Valkyrie during the battle, but was killed by another group of enemies three days later.

The name of the remaining old man and how he died can no longer be remembered.

None of the four women left him any heirs.

All he knew was that after his last wife died, his interest in women gradually faded away.

All the relatives around him died one after another, but he himself was like a tenacious weed, surviving from war, hunger, cold and poverty.

Now, he has everything he ever dreamed of: houses, fields, farm workers.

However, after spending a winter sleeping in silk pajamas and lying on a goose down quilt, Clint did not gain happiness.

Instead, I fell into a deep loneliness!

**

This loneliness does not come from a small population.

On the contrary, Clint had never seen so many people in his life.

There were as many as 120 English cotton farmers living on his farm. You must know that there were only 170 people in Hanshui Village back then. Now all these 120 workers are working under Mr. Clint to earn a living.

But he didn't feel any warmth from his kind.

These workers always have a look of fear in their eyes when they see him.

What's more, Clint doesn't speak English. The 62-year-old man has been illiterate his whole life, and now it is simply impossible for him to learn a language again.

"Old friends, do you think I have been forgotten by Odin?"

"Why can each of you be reunited in the Hall of Valor, but only leave me in this world?"

Gudong Gudong

Clint spoke a Viking language that no one here could understand, sitting in the cold basement drinking ale alone.

He was not used to the silks of the people from the Eastern Land, so he still wore the shabby sheepskin jacket.

And when he put on the sheepskin jacket that smelled faintly of sheep, only this cave could keep him from feeling stuffy.

"Look at what I look like now"

"Old, weak, and fat! Damn it, I won't even be able to wear clothes in another two years!

"This winter, I am bored in my big house and want to go to the forest to catch a few wolves to eat like we did when we were young."

"But I wandered around in this shabby forest for three days, and I didn't even see a dewclaw! I drank too much out of boredom, so I just lay down in the snow and fell asleep. But when the sun rose the next day, Didn’t freeze to death!”

"Later, my housekeeper told me that the wolves in this place disappeared more than a hundred years ago because the villagers were afraid that they would flow into the village and eat the ducks and chickens they raised."

"The noble dire wolf cannot eat humans, but is reduced to eating chickens and ducks for a living!

This is truly a magical land! "

Gudong Gudong

"Ever since Duke Loki assigned me this farm, the only use of my ax has become to chop down trees! There is only one farm within a hundred miles of me, and all the people living around me are those weak English sissies. "

“Indeed, Wanghai Fortress is not far from me.

But what’s the point of going?

When I walk into the market, no matter what I want, they will pick it up and give it to me without paying any money.

Walking to the bar, all yellow hair will leave immediately.

Oh shit!

This place is nice, but no matter how you look at it, it doesn't feel like home! "

After just one winter, Clint immediately understood why many brothers would rather return to the valley to live a poor and cold life than stay in this "paradise".

There are English people everywhere here. These yellow-haired softies really can't do anything to them, but their population is too large.

There are these yellow-haired guys everywhere in the city and in the fields. Whenever they saw the Vikings approaching, they avoided them like the plague.

This feeling does not make people feel comfortable.

But Clint couldn't do anything about it.

"Loki, Sartre, Wenzov, and Gulaul have all become city lords and big shots now. It's unrealistic to have a drink with them.

I might as well come to the dungeon to find you brothers! "

Seeing that the bottle of wine had reached its bottom, Clint threw the empty bottle into his hand. The sound of wine bottles rolling on the stone floor emphasized the coldness and emptiness of this grotto.

There was already a flush on the old man's cheeks.

The ale in the bottle comes from the Free City of Visigoth. This group of pirates uses sugar cane juice as the base, adds barley, rye and koji to ferment the spirit ale with extremely high concentration.

A bottle of spirits weighs about one and a half kilograms. After drinking it, Clint felt warm and comfortable all over his body.

Every time he entered the cave, he needed to drink a lot of strong alcohol quickly.

Because only in this way can he "see" his dead companions while half asleep and half awake.

"Actually, the Duke is very kind to us."

"The Duchess is also as kind-hearted as a sheep. She gave the young children who lost their homes to all the brothers who got the land. Haha, maybe because the lady felt that I was old and useless, she gave me a very beautiful 16 year old girl.”

"Brothers, do you want it?"

"At the age of 62, I actually have a daughter!"

"Although this daughter and I don't speak the same language, she is still well-behaved and sensible. According to the housekeeper, she is the daughter of a milkmaid and a maid in a certain manor."

"Perhaps thanks to the blessing of the 'Holy Lord Christ', two ordinary parents actually gave birth to a daughter as tender as a flower. The Duchess thought for a long time before letting her follow me, because she was afraid of those who could not control her. The bastards who live in the lower body ruin other girls."

"It's a pity that she hasn't been with me for too long. She went to the neighboring province on horseback a while ago and fell in love with a flower farmer who grows roses. She went to get married in the past few days."

"I did not go."

“Boring”

A large amount of strong alcohol was poured into his stomach. In the hazy moment, Clint's old eyes seemed to see several old friends coming back to life. Everyone was still the same as in previous years, five people huddled together in the cold Cahon, each with a drink. Taking out the little remaining liquor, everyone poured it into a bottle and drank it carefully.

After getting drunk, everyone stood together, sang the "Nibelungen Song" in praise of the ancient heroes, and danced in a way that no one understood.

"Brothers, don't be in a hurry to reincarnate!"

"Wait for me for another two years, and I will definitely be a member of the Hall of Valor with you!"

"In the next life, we will still be brothers!"

After drinking countless bottles of strong liquor, all the charcoal in the brazier had burned out. In the cold and dark grotto, Clint closed his eyes and lay on the floor holding an empty bottle in his hand.

In a daze, he seemed to hear a few crows flying over his head.

(Odin’s messenger, are you here to greet me?)

Wow! Wow!

The raven shouted twice.

The closed cave infinitely amplified the cries of the two crows. While half asleep, Clint seemed to hear a horn trombone coming from the horizon.

The lingering memory in his blood was awakened, and he immediately opened his eyes and sat up like a spring.

The cloudy old eyes suddenly became as sharp as knives.

"This is a call to arms!"

"Enemy attack!"