The beginning of Meiman is a Zanpakuto

Two days passed by in a blink of an eye.

As the fire festival day comes once every ten years, everyone in the town, men, women, old and young, gathers in the square, forming a circle on three floors inside and three floors outside. Everyone has an excited look on their face.

In the center of the town square, there is a tall tower made of dozens of thick logs that are surrounded and stacked upward. After the wooden tower is ignited, raging flames rise into the sky, emitting a billowing red heat wave.

Among them, the young men were wearing Viking-style armor and horn-style helmets. They held strong armored bucklers in one hand and held up a long bladed sword in the other hand. They looked as determined as warriors on an expedition.

Boom, boom, boom!

Roar! Roar! Roar!

With the thunderous rumble when the sword blade struck the shield, the Viking men's faces turned red and veins bulged, and they let out a deafening war cry at the top of their lungs!

And among everyone, under the burning wooden tower, was the immortal who drank the dragon's blood and inherited Beowulf's will, the second generation Danish hero - Wiglaf!

I saw that he was wearing a pair of ancient armor covered with scratches, holding a sharp sword with a broken edge and a bright red sword with both hands. His long and messy hair and beard were scattered casually like the mane of a lion king, and a pair of

There is a strong domineering look in his eyes!

A huge flag, scarlet as if stained with blood, buzzed on the spire in the center of the square.

The flag depicts a ferocious and evil giant dragon, which is pierced from top to bottom by an exquisite and gorgeous long sword. It is surrounded by eagle wings in the shape of soaring wings, and the rest is embellished with some patterns inlaid with gold wire.

This town holds a fire festival every ten years.

All young and middle-aged men who have married and given birth will wear Viking armor, gather in the burning flame tower, hold high the bright red flag depicting the legend of their ancestors, and go to the cave where the evil dragon is buried.

It is not that the evil dragon has never tried to be resurrected in the past 1,200 years. If Wiglaf and this group of people had not obstructed him in every possible way, at the cost of burying most of the young men in the town every ten years, he would have broken through the seal long ago.

For example, the son of old man Axel, Jens's father, was buried in the cave where the evil dragon was on the day of the fire ten years ago. His daughter-in-law fell ill and died of grief not long after.

And that fire festival was also the one with the heaviest casualties in the town. Almost the entire army was wiped out and died in the cave. Only one person was lucky enough to survive, and that was Wiglaf.

Now in this small town, the men who are still alive, married, and have given birth to children can be counted almost at a glance, and there are only a mere twenty or thirty people left!

Twenty or thirty men...

You must know that this is a small town with a population of thousands, of which women account for more than 60%, and the remaining majority are the elderly and children!

Just from the existing number of people, you can see what a painful price this town paid to seal Grendel!

However, it's worth it!

They finally had hope that today, 1,200 years later, they could completely end this blood feud that had lasted for dozens of centuries!

Brynhildr was the most kind-hearted, so she suggested: "Actually, you just need to lead the way. We can get rid of Grendel without so many people passing by."

The neatly dressed men showed angry expressions after hearing her words, and some even cursed a few times.

"no!"

Wiglaf glanced at her, and then flatly refused. There was no hint of timidity in his eyes, and he said solemnly: "We must see with our own eyes the destruction of that evil dragon Grendel. This is Our family’s greatest wish for thousands of years!”

Brünnhilde wanted to persuade her again, but was stopped by Alvita, who shook her head slightly and said: "Stop talking, just let them follow. After all, they have paid so much for this promise." What a heavy price to pay.”

Brünnhilde was stunned for a moment, and then she realized why those men were glaring at her angrily.

This is a promise they have kept for thousands of years. If they backed down at the last moment, wouldn't it be a great insult to their predecessors and ancestors?

So, they must go!

Not only to witness the death of Grendel, but also to settle the grudge personally and put a perfect end to the ancestor's promise that spanned thousands of years.

"Warriors, drink this glass of wine!"

"Sail into the ocean with a threaded bow and charge with Odin's blessing. Don't be afraid of death and pain, because this is our long-cherished wish!"

In the blessing songs of their wives, mothers or daughters, the men held up the cups made of horns with solemn expressions, and then drank the bright red wine in the cup in one gulp.

"Set off!!!"

Wiglaf held the broken sword high and let out a war cry like a thunderous explosion.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

The men looked up to the sky and roared, raised their shields and raised their swords, following Wiglaf towards the snow-covered mountain range in the distance.

Luo De Ming Sha Bee, Dong Shi Lang, and Xiao Wu stayed in the town to prevent the dragon from suddenly rushing out of the cave and causing casualties to the residents, and then took the Valkyrie to follow.

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Although these Viking men were wearing armor, they could move at no slow speed. Under the leadership of Wiglaf, they quickly crossed the mountain range along the rugged path.

After passing through the barrier of the mountains, everyone came to a swamp with dense vegetation. Towering trees surrounded by several people could be seen everywhere. The dense branches and leaves seemed to be intertwined and superimposed, blocking the sky.

Obviously this is the forest swamp in the legend where Beowulf defeated giants and banshees and finally died for them!

Wiglaf has been here countless times, and even in this huge forest swamp, he still led everyone with familiarity through this ancient swamp and arrived at the final destination of their trip!

At the end of this forest swamp, there is a dark tunnel that can accommodate several people walking side by side and extends diagonally downward. The end cannot be seen at a glance.

Standing at the edge of the tunnel, you can still vaguely feel the bone-piercing sinister wind coming from the bottomless abyss, as if the evil dragon is breathing, which makes people feel a heavy sense of oppression, and the psychological endurance is slightly weaker. Several young men were already sweating profusely.

Wiglaf took a deep breath and was about to lean down to lead the way when he was stopped by Arvite who was standing beside him:

"Let us, the Valkyries, take the lead in the journey ahead."

Having said that, regardless of whether he agreed or not, Arvette and the other Valkyries pulled out the silver swords from their waists, lined up in a two-and-three formation, protecting Lord in the middle, and then slowly leaned into the tunnel. among.

Wiglaf was silent for a moment. He understood what Arvette meant, so he waved for others to follow, and entered the cave one after another behind a group of Valkyries.

There was no light in the entire tunnel, and the road underfoot was quite rugged and steep. In order to take care of the mortals following behind, Arvite raised her hand and released a magic to illuminate the entire dark tunnel.