Chapter 174 Son of Russ (I)

"Ragnar! Hey! Ragnarson!" The old hunter shouted as he walked over the river carrying the prey. He shouted to the young man who was about to freeze the river.

The black-haired young man held a spear, and he stood barefoot in the frozen river, staring at the fish swimming under the river, and then stabbed it with the harpoon.

The young Ragnar raised the harpoon, looked at the struggling catfish on it, and then looked at the old hunter on the river bank outside the tribal village, who was carrying a deer on his back.

"Uncle Rollo, you look like you have a good harvest today." Ragnar said as he walked out of the river, walked onto the river beach with his bare feet, and put on fur boots after simply drying them.

Rollo watched Ragnar adjust the battle axe on his waist, "Be careful not to freeze your feet, Ragnar, it's almost winter now, not midsummer."

"I'm not afraid of the cold, uncle, you know." Ragnar said as he put the fish into the fishing net. He carried the fishing net and held the harpoon and walked to the entrance of the village. Rollo followed him.

The two walked into the tribe, where countless fur tents and log buildings were located. They walked across the ground covered with white frost. Ragnar walked calmly, avoiding the playing children.

Rollo looked at Ragnar, "Ragnar, I know you have been very sad after your father died, but you..." "I'm fine, uncle, don't worry about me."

Ragnar said as he walked towards a path. Rollo looked at Ragnar standing there, "Where is your mother? Is she okay?"

"She passed away a week ago." Ragnar turned his head and said calmly, without sadness, without pain, just incomparable calmness.

Rollo sighed at Ragnar, he looked up at his friend's son, "Ragnar, you have no relatives, why don't you try out for the Sky Warriors? The priest of the warband will come to select candidates today, you should try."

"They will only select descendants of warrior blood. My father is a hunter, not a warrior." Ragnar said as he walked onto the path, gradually walking away, the child's mood was as cold as the snowfield.

Rollo sighed helplessly at him, and then walked towards his own hut in the tribe.

Ragnar walked on the path, the stone path was covered with white snow, he walked with a fishing net on his back and looked at the snowy ground on the side, the winter of Fenris has arrived, and the severe winter will kill many families without enough food.

Ragnar had not gone out hunting for a long time to take care of his mother, and his mother eventually died of illness before winter. Now there is no food at home, and it is a question whether Ragnar can survive this winter.

But he didn't care anymore. The young man walked along the path outside the tribe, stepped onto the stairs and walked to a small snowy square. Several Fenris boys surrounded him, each wearing an axe or a sword.

"Look, it's Ragnar, look at his face, he must have been hungry for several days, right?" said the boy with the sword, looking at him with his arms folded arrogantly.

"Why don't you say those jokes? Ragnarson, oh, I remember, you have no father and no mother, haha!"

The boys laughed, one of them pointed at Ragnar, who was dressed much more shabby than them and laughed, "They all said your father was eaten by wolves, good! Since a hunter was eaten by wolves, his son can't even catch decent prey!"

They laughed again, Ragnar looked at them expressionlessly, then turned and walked away, but a sword blocked him, Ragnar looked at the boy coldly.

"Roman, get out of here and don't force me to fight." Ragnar said briefly, and the boy holding the sword laughed disdainfully, "I am the son of a warrior, and you, a country bumpkin, are fighting with me? I will definitely become a candidate for the Sky Warrior today!"

Ragnar looked at him with a cold look, pushed away the sword and walked forward. The boy raised his sword angrily and prepared to catch up with Ragnar to teach him a lesson, but was soon stopped by his companions.

"Come on, don't get yourself into trouble because of him." His little friend said, Roman cursed angrily and put away his sword. He heard a horn sound.

"The Wolf Priest is here! Let's go! Let's go!" Roman said as he strode over, and his companions followed him up the stairs.

They passed by Ragnar, bumped his arm and made him fall down with blood, but the latter just looked at them coldly after standing firm, and then continued to walk up.

Ragnar walked to the central square of the tribe, where many people gathered. The chief stood in front of the central fire and totem and announced to everyone.

"The wolf priest of the sky warrior has arrived! He will select an outstanding young man to become the new sky warrior!"

Ragnar stopped as he walked past the edge of the crowd. He looked at the wolf priest, who was wearing a helmet that looked like a skull of a wolf. He was tall and wore heavy armor of a god. His mere presence was enough to shock anyone.

The warriors respected him, but Ragnar looked at him coldly. Ragnar turned around and continued to walk. He did not notice that the wolf priest looked at him slightly with his head tilted.

The patriarch looked at the wolf priest, "Respected sir, please choose the outstanding young man you want to go, in the name of the All-Father."

The priest exhaled a long breath and raised his finger to point at Roman, who was eager to try, "Roman Ivar, you follow me."

Roman shouted suddenly, he drew his sword and cheered loudly, and his companions also cheered together.

But the wolf priest slowly turned his head to look at Ragnar, "And you, Ragnar Russ." The priest asked.

Roman and his companions were stunned. They, the clan leader and everyone looked over.

"Is his last name Russ? Isn't his last name Ragnarson?" The crowd was talking.

"Isn't that the last name Russ." "No! Impossible! Their people disappeared thousands of years ago!"

Ragnar stopped, he turned his head with the fishing net on his back and looked at the wolf priest, "I heard that you only recruit descendants of warriors. I'm not a warrior, I'm the son of a hunter."

The wolf priest shook his head, "Yes, but the threats faced by hunters in this land are no less than those faced by warriors. Ragnar, you come with me."

"But sir! His father was eaten by wolves as a hunter! He didn't even catch enough prey for the winter! How can he be qualified to be a sky warrior?"

Roman's loud protest attracted the gaze of the wolf priest, and the extremely deterrent aura instantly suppressed Roman, and he and the other young people who were just eager to try shut up.

"Are you questioning me, young man?" "No, sir, no."

Roman muttered softly, slowly exhaling from under the priest's skull mask, then slowly raised his head and looked at Ragnar, "Put down your hunting gear and come here."

Ragnar looked at the wolf priest in silence for a moment, then nodded slightly and put down the fishing gear and harpoon. He walked up and stood in front of the priest. The tall wolf priest pressed his shoulder and said.

"From today on, you must also live up to your surname, Ragnar, tell me who has the same surname as you."

"Leman Russ."