The Son Of Ragnar

Salgard's enemy was breathing heavily, he couldn't believe that someone this strong existed.

Salgard was still in pristine condition, his breathing wasn't affected by this battle.

He didn't look impressed by the Bishop's strength because his brother had fought a stronger opponent.

This wasn't enough for a warm up and Salgard watched the man charge towards him.

He tried to slice him into half vertically but Salgard simply sidestepped the attack while simultaneously slitting the man's throat.

Blood splattered everywhere but Salgard wasn't moved by this as he turned his attention to the other men around him.

They didn't even offer to fight and simply dropped their swords to signify their surrender.

Salgard, however, had no plans on accepting it because leaving them alive could complicate things.

Salgard cut them down too, sending them to the afterlife alongside their Bishop.

He proceeded to search the bodies to see if there was anything worth possessing.

Salgard knew that they might have something on them that could come in handy during the war but he had more things to take care of when he saw a unit on horseback heading right to him.

Salgard sighed, he knew that he could hide and let them pass but there was no way that the others would have travelled without leaving any tracks.

Salgard knew it was up to him to dispose of them even though he knew his brother would make light work of them.

He couldn't let them have that honour and this would be a good warm-up.

This told Salgard that they had informed the others of their discovery and he knew they would lose the advantage if they figured out that they were in the mountains.

"I need to get rid of them and then cover the tracks…" Salgard muttered to himself, picking up the sword of the fallen Bishop.

Even though he had him; he knew that he needed to draw their attention.

"AAARRRGGGHHH!" Salgard screamed out of the blue and the thumping sound got closer.

The lighters were still on, aided by the moonlight, Salgard was a sitting duck.

The archers wasted no time in letting loose multiple shots that tore through the air.

Salgard managed to grab a corpse and use it as a shield against the arrows before tossing it to the ground.

"Why do they always fire arrows?" Salgard thought to himself because this was pointless.

There was no way that an arrow would take his life.

He was surrounded by the horses and his escape route was cut off completely but Salgard never intended to escape.

He was glad he stayed back because he knew that if he didn't come here then they would have lost the upper hand.

Salgard, however, knew this man before him wasn't the same as the one he had just killed and he was right.

This was Bishop Weadhere, the man who had just fought Ragnar and survived even though he had yet to recover from his injuries.

The archers all knotted their bows and with Salgard surrounded, there was no escape.

Salgard wasn't worried about this because something told him this man wanted to take him alive.

Weadhere was sent to dispose of Ragnar's sons and here stood Salgard, a warrior more fierce than both combined.

Weadhere knew that dialogue might be a possibility so he brought someone along that could speak their language.

The man stepped forward and before he could even open his mouth, his head fell off his neck.

Salgard found these Vikings more repulsive than he did the Christians.

The fact that they gave away their beliefs to be lap dogs was infuriating.

"I see, so you have no intention of dialogue…" Weadhere said with the archers ready to fire.

"Very well then," Weadhere before swinging his hand down and with it, the arrows were let loose.

There was no way that Salgard could dodge everything yet the calm on his face implied that he had this under control.

-

The party that followed Bjorn and co were hidden at the foot of the mountain, they had sent a different attachment to inform the people back at the castle of this development.

However, they were wiped out by Sigrid before they could regroup.

There was no way that she was going to sleep when Tyr wasn't and she was going to make sure that nothing happened to him.

The fact that these men were able to track the Vikings without them being aware showed how skilled they were in this department and Sigrid would come to know why.

There was one person that remained and this man was clearly not like the rest that she had disposed of.

He stood tall but he wasn't a match for Sigrid, Sigrid thought about killing him but she had a much better idea.

She took him in alive because she wasn't sure if Tyr would need him, information was key in this prospect.

However, she wasn't sure if he would be of any use to him but it was worth the try.

Sigrid dragged him back to the camp but would this prove to be a mistake on her end or would it aid them in one of the biggest wars that was about to engulf Northumbria?

-

King Ragnar was in his cell with a broad smile, Ragnar knew that he was going to die if his sons could not pull this off however he had faith.

Because even if he did die, this would only shape his children into greater warriors but Ragnar knew that they just had to show Northumbria that they were capable of conquering them.

Maybe with this show of strength, they would realize that the Vikings could potentially aid them in the future.

This would be solid grounds to grant them land here, Ragnar waited in his cell with a satisfied smile on his face.

"The impossible doesn't exist with my children. People think that Northumbria wouldn't fall but it is because of that… This Kingdom will fall," Ragnar muttered with a sinister grin.