Chapter 255 Storm

Conveniently northeast of Albion is the Norsca Peninsula. The suspended pyramid rides the wind and waves in the waters of Norsca. The intersection of the Sea of ​​Chaos and the Sea of ​​Claws makes this sea area extremely dangerous, but for the creation of the ancient saint, no matter how big the wind and waves are, it is nothing. err.

More and more deformed monsters appeared in the sea water. From time to time, Norscan longships and dark elves' plundering ships sailed far past the floating pyramid.

Marauders plundered each other in the arctic realm, and only the strongest pirates could return to the same harsh homeland with a ship full of loot.

The Bjorling Strait is far less dangerous than the Sea of ​​Chaos further north, and the underwater sea monster with a human body and a snake's tail cannot even cut through the hull of the floating engine.

However, the slender sea dragons and fat sea dragons are "moving reefs" that must be watched out for.

Lynch often has to go out and jump into the water to clean up sleeping monsters in front of the channel.

He could have gone around it, but that would have been a waste of time. The reckless and fearless champion carefully weighed the risks and gains. In the end, Lynch moved forward in a straight line, killing dozens of sea beasts along the way, which brought him a lot of meat. .

Facts have proved that improving food cannot win the loyalty of the crew, at least it cannot win the submission of elves, dwarves, and humans.

They would rather eat junk fast food synthesized from inorganic substances than taste Lynch's masterpieces in his spare time.

Lynch could not eat enough meat alone to solve a famine, and the flesh and blood after the chaos mutation was not suitable for giving to ordinary people, so he had no choice but to give it back to the sea.

The dragon's heads were placed on both sides of the pyramid steps, and the wings of a giant snake-scale bird were inserted at the engine exhaust outlet by Lynch.

The Kraken behemoth's tentacles were dragged behind the pyramid, frightening away the blind predators.

It's best to have a Chaos Two-Headed Dragon appear at this time. All that's left is it. If he slays another dragon, Lynch can gather together the sea monsters in the mortal epic story.

Another group of fighting pirates appeared in the sea ahead. The sound of gunpowder explosions made Lynch curiously cast his eyes on the two warring parties.

Norscans and Druchi do not like to use gunpowder. Only the human kingdoms in the south and the dwarves in the mountains have mastered the art of gunpowder.

He saw the familiar flag and the same shiny ogre.

The pirate ship named "Swordfish" met Lynch again. The fleet of Arinassa Salt Grudge was hunting the Norscans. This was the revenge of Salt Grudge.

Familiar memories reminded Lynch that if nothing else happened, he would land on the coast of Bjorling.

The Bjorlin tribe is the ruler of that bad land. They are the best explorers and traders of the Norscans. They are also a rare Norscan tribe that rejects mutants.

Saltwater Resentment was born here, and she was thrown into the depths of the sea just after she was born.

It is a pity that King Eric Drondar failed to throw his daughter to death. Lynch is looking forward to seeing the reunion of father and daughter.

The Bjorlings were a relatively harmless Norscan tribe, but when the armies of Chaos marched south, they would also take up arms and march south to plunder, shouting "Blood sacrifice to the Blood God."

They were just better than the Chaos hordes to the north, still savage plunderers of the seas.

All creations that deviate from the path of the ancient saints are worthy of cleansing. Lynch must serve as a ruthless executioner, and he must be decisive in fighting Chaos. Anyone who wavers in chaos is destined to be a follower of the evil god.

The power of the four gods is often underestimated by mortals. They never know that they are embarking on a road from which there is no turning back and can only go to the end of the abyss.

The lucky ones think they are taking advantage of chaos, but they don't know that they have already fallen into the chessboard of the dark power.

Vanaheim Mountains, Skjold City, King's Hall.

The bonfire in the center of the hall drove away the coldness of the night. Bjorlin's shaman prophets danced strangely around the flames, staring at the changes in the flames.

The Saltwater Rage's attacks on Bjorling's coast became more frequent, seriously shaking Bjorling's cohesion.

The King asked him to seek enlightenment from the God of Fate, one of the symbols of the Lord of Change being the flame.

Of course, everything involving the Realm of Chaos is uncertain, and the flames could also represent the God of War, or other unknown lesser gods.

Blood stained the yellow flames. Chief Urik and his sworn slaves were nervously watching the prophet's expression. If the situation was too bad, perhaps the prophet should be silenced to prevent him from causing riots.

The most observant warrior-slave was the first to notice the flash of panic in the eyes of the prophet. The prophet's feet were unsteady and he stumbled and fell during the dance. The fire also burst into flames at the same moment.

Under the prophet's despairing gaze, the outline of a strong humanoid monster that looked like a dinosaur appeared vaguely in the flames as thick as blood.

There is no doubt that this is the future given by the god of war at will, and that powerful man never takes his word for it.

This land will usher in war and turmoil, as well as unstoppable destruction.

Has the war between the northern Chaos tribes spread to the southern peninsula?

The prophet hesitated to organize his words, preparing to inform the king of this unfortunate future.

Severe pain spread from the neck to the prophet's mind, and the head rolled down next to the gradually extinguishing fire. The shaman looked blankly at his headless corpse and the sworn slaves beside the corpse, without having time to say anything.

Perhaps the king believed that a future that was not spoken would never happen.

In the Bingya Mountains, the chief of the Skelling tribe welcomed his ninth daughter. The strong warrior chief left the delivery room disheartened, ignoring the screams of the captive imperial noble's daughter during childbirth, and let her Died in childbirth.

Egil Strbjorn prayed to the Blood God, asking the great war god to grant him a male descendant.

He has tried every method and tried to have children with women of all races, but no wife can give birth to an heir for the "Immortal Butcher".

As if hearing the champion's prayer, a crow sounded over Egil, and the old man in black robe appeared in front of Egil out of thin air.

The blind old man bent down humbly to show that he was not hostile.

"Egil Strbjorn! Leader of Skellin! Soul Killer, Immortal Butcher! I bring the gift of the Blood God!"

The prophet froze, and under the gaze of the powerful champion, he conveyed goodwill in a trembling voice.

There was a faint fire in the eyes of the Khorne champion, and the flaming axes in the strong man's hands ignited the deep demonic fire.

In the Seer's second sight, he was not human, but a Khorne daemon bathed in blood and fire.

"Your reputation reaches as far north as the Sea of ​​Chaos and as far south as the vast ocean, no one knows it, no one knows it!

You are a warrior who can kill thousands of people! The uncrowned king of the northern ice field!

It was you who fought the ancient sea dragon for a day and night in the Claw Sea, and dragged it to the shore and beheaded it as a sacrifice to Khorne!

The gods once threw lightning at you on the top of the mountain, and it was you who defeated the dragon demon awakened by the storm!

It was you who fought the frost demon dragon Kanazmino with your bare hands and bit the dragon's throat in the duel!"

Looking at the majestic Khorne Champion, the Prophet almost forgot his words. Fear gripped his heart tightly, but in order to lift the curse brought upon him by the "Code of Destiny", he gritted his teeth and continued to incite, almost screaming.

"But no matter how powerful a champion is, he needs a successor, a successor as powerful as you..."