Reborn As a Pirate

After the splash, the water surface returned to calm.

The sudden silence that follows this climax is startling.

Just like at the end of the twilight of the gods, the black dragon Nidhogg, a symbol of despair, climbed out from the bottom of the world tree, turned into a sea, and swallowed two brave and indomitable Viking warriors...

One of them is a berserker supported by Odin in the Hall of Valor. He is not afraid of pain, and the more he fights, the more courageous he becomes.

The other is a whaler who inherits the blood of Niord, who is tough and stubborn.

They are all rare warriors in the world, and they are the top and purest blood of the Vikings.

They are pride, history, and the great power that the Vikings once dominated the seven seas and made the whole world tremble.

Could such a person also die?

Or such a person...

Is it really possible to die so easily, so desperately... wanting to go back to their paradise?

Hannah's eyes were red.

She squinted her eyes and slowly took off her large smock, as well as her boots, revealing in front of the pirates the peculiar pure white battle robe that belonged to Assassin.

"Are you a berserker too?"

Bonnet felt a great threat from this woman who suddenly changed clothes that he had never felt before.

He held the hilt of the sword with both hands and held it flat to his chest.

"I awakened two years later than Leif, but... yes, I am also a berserker."

"If your throat is cut, can you go berserk?"

Bonet was stunned for a moment, then slowly shook his head: "No, only anger can become mad, and death is death."

"That's good..." Hana lightly licked the tip of the knife with her tongue, leaving behind a dazzling bright red.

She said, "You can die."

...

Lorraine jumped into the water carrying Leif, and both sank to the bottom.

The sea at high latitudes is icy cold, stimulating the pain and invigorating the spirit.

Leif woke up from the bewilderment of losing the enemy, clenched his fists, and attacked Lorraine.

Lorraine dodged like a fish, swung his legs around behind Leif, bent his middle finger and punched out.

This punch hit Leif's waist and eye.

Leif didn't realize it, turned over and raised his arms, trying to catch the cunning enemy. Lorraine swam up first, and his heavy leather boots kicked on Leff's face, kicking out a long string of bubbles.

Leif sank even faster.

Lorraine turned over, shaking his legs up and down, and punched Leif's throat again, making a second string of long air bubbles.

Leif sank deeper and deeper, and Lorraine chased him tighter and tighter.

At the bottom of the muddy bay, the double eyelids can help the whalers lock the opponent, but the red pupils can't let the berserker find the enemy's trace.

Just like when he was on land, Lorraine tried his best and couldn't get any advantage from Leif, but now it's underwater, and this is the home of the whalers.

The tables turned.

Leff waved his hands and kicked his legs on the bottom of the sea in a daze. Lorraine swam around him, punching his chest and abdomen, his throat, his cheeks, his lungs...

Heavy fists hit Leif, every punch could force him to open his mouth, every punch squeezed the air in his veins.

Leif's body began to suffocate.

The feeling of dizziness drives away the madness, and the invisible enemy makes the berserker confused.

The red pupils gradually dissipated.

Severe pain mixed with weakness like the sky collapsed, Leff opened his mouth wide in despair, gurgling...

...

Henna looked like a ghost.

Holding the dagger upside down, she ran, jumped, rolled, and turned with lightning speed. She approached Bonet again and again, gave up again and again, and retreated far away.

Bonnet simply couldn't keep up with her movements.

Unable to fight back, unable to move, he was helpless against Henna, so he could only choose the least berserker-like response,

Shrink yourself in the shell like a tortoise, guard every vital point of your body with a big sword and intuition.

The hostility on Hana's face became more and more serious, and her emerald eyes stared at Bonet, becoming more and more focused and sharp.

She leaped back suddenly, raised her hand and threw the knife directly at Bonnet's eyebrows.

Bonnet hurriedly swung his sword to block it.

It was just this mere moment of distraction, and Hannah disappeared.

Not above your head, not under your feet, not in front of your eyes, out of the corner of your eye...not even behind you!

Bonnet was horrified to find that Hannah had completely disappeared.

Where is she...

Henna is running.

Among Assassin's skills, there is a peculiar invisibility method, visual invisibility.

Its basic principle is to avoid the direct viewing area of ​​the target's field of vision, and to avoid the afterglow according to the height of the opponent's eyes, and act silently.

This action starts from the moment the throwing knife is thrown.

She leaped back, in order to induce Bonet to focus on the far end immediately after knocking off the throwing knife.

In fact, after throwing the throwing knife, Hana quickly slashed obliquely, and while approaching Bonet, she also ran out of the 120-degree direct vision area directly in front of him.

This is the easiest step.

After leaving Bonet's direct vision area, she held a knife in her mouth and began to run around Bonet, not running with two feet like a human, but like a cat, using both hands and feet on the ground and using all fours.

From the moment she landed on all fours, Henna disappeared from her opponent's eyes.

Bonet is tall, over two meters tall, with eyes over 1.8 meters high.

Haina was cruising at a distance of three to five meters from him, fast and slow, staying on the side or directly behind him most of the time, occasionally leaning down and risking passing through the front, choosing the shortest path to return to a safe area.

All this was done in broad daylight.

In the eyes of the onlookers, Henna was trying to get close to Bonet with a weird crawling and attacking.

It's the same thing she's been doing for a long time, except for a change in the way she walks.

At that time, Bonnet couldn't keep up with her speed, and his eyes would always slow down. He relied on his wild intuition and superb skills to protect his vitals, so that Henna couldn't take advantage of it.

It looks about the same now.

Hina walks around Bonet majesticly, approaching, away from, Bonet looks clumsy and helpless, no one can imagine that he actually lost the trace of Heina...

But this skill is not invincible.

After all, humans are not real four-legged animals. No matter how flexible Haina's body is and how proficient she is in cat fighting, constant changes in direction, speed and even deformation will consume a lot of her physical strength.

What's more, she has to pay attention to Bonnet's eyes all the time, constantly calculating and correcting his vision range.

Work hard, work hard.

In just a minute, Hana's short hair was already wet with sweat. She began to feel the weakness of her hands and feet, and her dry throat just wanted to take a big breath.

She knew she was reaching her limit.

Launching an attack in this state, no matter what counterattack Bonet made, she had no spare energy to avoid it.

But she doesn't care...

When she was in Cherbourg, Lorraine taught her one thing with her own actions, that is, the crew must be responsible to their captain.

This is duty and dignity.

Lorraine's captain is Lake, so he desperately tries to save him. When he knew that Lake was dead, he gave up a huge amount of wealth within his reach, and without hesitation, he chose to pay with blood.

Her captain is Lorraine, and Lorraine is dead, so there is only one thing left for her...

Desperate, blood debt paid, don't have to think about everything else!

She dealt with Bonet patiently, one minute, two minutes, until Bonet completely gave up looking for her, and then she really relaxed, inhaled slowly, exhaled slowly...

Kick your feet and pounce!

Wow!

A big hand full of bruises stretched out from the water, and slapped the ground of the pier firmly.

Lorraine dragged the unconscious Leff out of the water, climbed onto the pier with all his strength, and collapsed on the ground.

He grinned: "It seems that this time, Vanaheim won."

Boom!

Like a thrown cheetah sculpture, Henna hit Bonnet right on the bridge of the nose.

Bonet, swooning...