Chapter 409： The God of Symbiosis (1)

Two days, fleeting.

With the arrival of the fire festival day once every ten years, all men, women and children in the town gathered in the square. The inner three floors and the outer three floors formed a circle, and everyone's face was impressed with excitement.

In the center of the town square, there is a tall tower surrounded by dozens of thick round logs. After the wooden tower is ignited, a raging flame soars into the sky, emitting a billowing red heat wave.

Among them, the young men, wearing Viking-style armor, horn-style helmets, a solid armor buckler in one hand, and a bladed long sword in the other, looked as firm as a warrior on the move.

Boom boom boom!

Roar! Roar! Roar!

Along with the thunderous rumbling of the sword blade striking the shield, the Viking men's faces rose red and blue veins bulged, and they made a deafening roar of war with their throats!

Among all the people, under the burning wooden tower, was the dragon blood immortal who had drunk the dragon's blood, who inherited Beowulf's will, the second-generation Danish hero-Vigraf!

I saw him wearing an old armor full of scratches, holding a sharp sword with a broken blade and blood in both hands, and his unkempt long hair and beard, draped randomly like the mane of a lion. The pupils exude a strong domineering!

A huge blood-stained flag was hunting on the spire in the center of the square.

The banner depicts a ferocious and evil dragon, which is pierced from top to bottom by an exquisite and gorgeous long sword, surrounded by flying eagle wings with spreading wings, and the rest is embellished with patterns inlaid with gold threads.

This small town holds a fire festival every ten years.

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

It is not that the evil dragon has not tried to resurrect in the past thousand or two hundred years. Had it not been for Vigraf and this group of people to obstruct it in every way, at the cost of burying most of the young and strong in the town every ten years, it would have already broken the seal.

Like the son of the old man Xell, Jens's father was buried in the cave where the evil dragon was on the fire sacrifice day ten years ago, and soon after, she became grief-stricken and died of illness.

And that fire festival day was the worst casualty in the town. Nearly the entire army was wiped out and died in the cave. Only one person survived, and that was Vigraf.

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

Twenty or thirty men...

You know, this is a small town, but there are thousands of people, of which women account for more than 60%, and the elderly and children are the rest!

Only from the existing number of people, one can see what a painful price this small town has paid to seal Grendel!

However, it is worth it!

After all, they waited for hope that today, one thousand or two hundred years later, they can completely end this blood feud that has lasted for dozens of centuries!

Brynhild had the most kind heart, so he suggested: "Actually, you only need to lead the way. Without so many people going over, we can get rid of Grendel."

After hearing what she said, the men who dressed neatly showed anger one after another, and some even cursed a few swear words.

"No way!"

Vigraf glanced at her, and then cut the gold and refused, without any timidity in his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "We have to see with our own eyes the destruction of the evil dragon Grendel. This is Our family’s greatest wish for thousands of years!"

Brunhild wanted to persuade him again, but was stayed by Alvetra. The latter shook his head slightly at her and said, "Stop talking, just let them follow. After all, they have paid so much for this promise. What a heavy price."

Brunhild was taken aback for a moment, and then he realized why those men were glaring at her.

This is their commitment to stick to the millennium. If they back down at this 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 personally end this grievance, marking a perfect end to the ancestor's promise that spans a thousand years.

"Warriors, drink this glass of wine!"

"Go 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 singing of blessings from wives, mothers or daughters, the men held up the cups made of horns with solemn expressions, and then drank the bright red blood in the cups in one gulp.

"set off!!"

Vigraf held up the broken blade and let out a battle cry like thunder.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

The men screamed up to the sky, followed Vigraf with their shields and swords, and marched toward the snow-covered mountain range in the distance.

Luo De ordered Broken Bee, Dong Shi Lang, and Xiao Wu to stay in this town to prevent the dragon from suddenly rushing out of the cave, causing casualties to these residents, and then led the Valkyrie to follow.

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Although these Viking men were wearing armor, they were able to advance without any slowness. Under the leadership of Vigraf, they quickly traversed the mountain along the rugged path.

After passing through the barriers of the mountains, everyone came to a swamp with dense vegetation. There were towering trees surrounded by several people. The dense branches and leaves overlapped and covered the sky.

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

Vigraf has been here countless times, and even in this huge forest swamp, he still led the crowd with ease, crossing this ancient swamp, and came to the final destination of their trip!

At the end of this forest swamp, there is a dark tunnel that can accommodate several people in parallel, extending diagonally downward, and you can't see the end at a glance.

Standing on the edge of the tunnel, you can still vaguely feel the breeze coming from the bottomless abyss, as if the evil dragon is breathing. It makes people feel a heavy oppression, and their psychological tolerance is slightly weak. The few young men in, are already sweating profusely at the moment.

Vigraf took a deep breath, and when he was about to bend down to lead the way, he was stopped by Alvette on the side:

"The next road, let us Valkyrie take the lead."

After all, regardless of whether he agrees or not, Alvette and the Valkyrie pulled out the silver swords on their waists, lined up in a two-to-one formation, protecting Lorde in the middle, and then slowly leaned into the tunnel. Among.

Vigraf was silent for a moment. He understood what Alvette meant, so he waved for the others to follow, and entered the cave one after another behind the Valkyrie.

There was no light in the whole tunnel, and the road under her feet was quite rugged and steep. In order to take care of the mortals following, Alvette raised his hand to release a magic, illuminating the entire dark tunnel.