Rebirth of the Viking King

Chapter 574 92 Freshman (2)

at the same time.

Hades.

Above the sky, a blood moon looms in the sky.

At the junction of the plains and mountains, an army was lurking among the wildly growing trees. Everyone in the team was a stocky man with blond hair and blue eyes.

They wore horns or steel helmets, held heavy broadaxes in their hands, and wore rather strange plain white robes.

Only the leader was a tall, thin young man with a thin figure. Although he was quite thin, he stood at the front of everyone. After gently standing up halfway, you can see that he is holding a sword in his left hand and a huge chaina in his right hand.

"Omniscient and almighty Holy Lord Jehovah, please bless us for being able to successfully plunder the undead souls born today, and bless the Normans to continue to survive and wait for the coming of our king."

Generally speaking, "pray" and "rob" are not related in any way. But when the priest with a murderous aura spoke it, there was a strange harmony.

Behind him, more than 20 Vikings clenched their weapons and looked at the endless vast plain in front of them. A plant similar to a dark red vine grows on the plain.

This plant breathes crimson moonlight, and one after another magical red flowers bloom on it.

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There is no such thing as procreation in the underworld.

Mortals who die from the human world will be transformed into undead, and undead are born in this strange flower.

"Boss, we did not receive orders from the Storm Priest for this operation."

"Yes, these war lunatics have been unexpectedly quiet these days. It seems like something big happened in the Hall of Valor."

"Farke!"

"Afraid of a dick!"

A short and thick sentence was spoken by three people at the same time. Those were Jerome, Sartre, and Gulaul who were standing at the front of the ambush team.

"Waiting for their orders, haha, no wonder the Vikings muttered something about 'drinking with the gods' before dying in battle. Now that they see the real gods, they really live a life of drunkenness and dreams!

"Following Boss Loki in my last life taught me the simplest truth!"

"It is impossible for mortals to wait for the gifts from the gods! If we want money, food, and development, we can only rely on the broad swords and axes in our hands, let us grab it ourselves!"

"I must get these undead souls born today!"

"No matter which country they are from, I will grab them!"

Thirteen years after death and entering the underworld, the Viking pirates from Hanshui Village were leaderless, and Jerome once again became their leader.

After a long battle, he roughly summarized the basic rules of operation between the underworld and the human world.

In the human world, when there are no wars, the fertility rate of women will increase and the elderly will live longer.

In this case, the underworld will suffer.

There is no natural reproduction in the underworld. All the "populations" are "undead" born from the strange red flowers on the plains.

In this case, wars for the population often break out.

The "undead" who died in the underworld war will have their memories erased and become babies born to women in the human world.

In this way, there is a perfect explanation for the high fertility rate in peacetime.

The two realms of Yin and Yang form a perfect closed loop.

Jerome and the Viking pirates around him were taken away by the Storm Acolytes under the command of the 'God of Death' Hela when they arrived. From then on, the battles with various Eastern Continent armies began.

Through years of battles, Jerome conquered a total of three castles that were allied with each other. This territory is certainly not vast compared to Loki's former territory, but at least the people in the underworld still barely have a place to live.

"Brothers, wait a moment."

"These Eastern Continent bastards have occupied the entire Western Continent, and now even England is in danger. We can't retreat anymore, because if we retreat any further, we will return to Hanshui Village!"

"In a few years, when Boss Loki comes in, how will we see him while we are staying in Hanshui Village!"

"kindness"

"right!"

"We people are fighting desperately in this barren plane, refusing to reincarnate, just to have a place to stay when Boss Loki comes down!"

The undead Vikings got excited about chatting and took out the wine bottles around them to clink and drink. Seeing that an ambush was about to turn into a wild drinking party, Gulaul narrowed his eyes and made a silent gesture.

There is no sun in the underworld, and the sky is always dark. There are only two moons, the "blood moon" and the "white moon" alternating with each other. When the white moon rises in the sky, it is daytime, and when the blood moon rises in the sky, it is night.

When the blood moon gradually began to tilt, a rustling sound suddenly came from under the hillside where everyone was ambushing.

"Don't be nervous, it's me!"

"Alfred!"

A vigorous figure rushed up the hillside where everyone was hiding. The person who came was none other than Alfred, the adopted son of Loki who was killed in Paris 13 years ago. Among all the pirates, he is the only one who practices the "Hurricane Berserker" path.

Thirteen years ago, when he died, he was still a Sequence 7 "Storm Walker" who had only drank three bottles of magic potion.

But now, after 13 consecutive years of fighting with the Asa Protoss, he has reached Sequence 3 and has been officially promoted to "Hurricane Lord".

There is no procreation or aging in the underworld.

Thirteen years later, he is still the same age as when he died.

Fighting to death is the only way to escape purgatory.

"I saw the shepherd's team! They are approaching us with fresh undead!" After whispering this sentence, the Viking pirates who had been lying in the shallows all night immediately perked up. Everyone held their breath and looked at the far end of the plain. "How many people did they bring?" "I didn't see it clearly." Jerome wiped off the red plant juice used for camouflage on his face and said in a deep voice, "There are flying sword cultivators around the shepherd, I dare not get too close." "Don't alert the enemy!" "But I saw that the team was almost endless, and it is estimated that there are at least more than a hundred people!" Jerome's eyes lit up immediately. The dependence on population in the underworld is even greater than that in the human world. This is because in the human world, mortals are born as helpless babies. It takes at least 15-18 years to train a baby into a laborer who can make money or fight. But the red flowers in the underworld bloom directly with adults. Although most of them are around 40-50 years old, they are combat forces that can fight with weapons after all. Only by obtaining enough population can we deal with the East Land army that is surging like a tide.

"Brothers, draw your weapons and get ready!"

"Success or failure depends on this one move! As long as we take down this team, we can gather 500 soldiers.

One month later, all of us will go south to the land of the East Land people and make another move while they are harvesting crops!"

While Jerome was mobilizing for battle, Gulaul took out a telescope and put it in front of his eyes nervously. When he saw the blood-red soul-calling banner appear in the distant sky.

He put down the telescope and picked up the axe.

"Brothers, go!"