Chapter 424 The Night Before Ragnar's Execution

Chapter 424 The Night Before Ragnar's Execution

That was the summary of the event that transpired in the other Kingdoms but none of them knew of the fate that awaited those that partook in this conquest of Northumbria.

Tyr had managed to make a statement and in his attempt at intimidating them, they understood that the Vikings needed to be eliminated and they had lost their only way of leaving this place for their boats were no more.

Tyr was showing more bravery than any warrior present but even he knew that they couldn't win this fight.

He wondered where Alf and Thorgard were, he wasn't sure if they were alive but he couldn't worry about such frivolous things right now.

They had lost the first battle, there was no doubt about that but the war was far from over.

Tyr knew they would have stood a better chance with more men but this would also leave their respective Kingdoms vulnerable.n/-o/-V-)e(.l-(B.(I)-n

"Tyr, son of Ragnar..." A voice called out behind him and Tyr realized it was Baard.

Tyr didn't know much about this man as his tales were yet to reach his ears but he was no doubt a formidable warrior.

One couldn't deny that, Tyr was keeping watch and Baard came to keep him company or so it seemed.

"What is it Baard?" Tyr responded, his tone was cold and distant.

Baard could only imagine the pressure the young warrior was under as this was a position he never found himself in in his youth.

"You're a lot different than I expected, you're no blood of Ragnar yet you fight just like him," Baard said, he meant no disrespect by this statement as he was just stating the obvious.

"Ragnar is my father and that is why I have the strength I possess," Tyr said sternly.

"I don't think that is true," Baard responded, engaging Tyr in an actual conversation.

"What do you mean?" Tyr asked.

"What you have wasn't gotten from Ragnar... It has always been in you, that look in your eyes. It is the look of a man that can never be satisfied," Baard said.

Tyr scoffed, he didn't know what he was talking about but Tyr knew that Ragnar taught him how to control these things.

"Ha! You know what they say, I'm the man that was too good for death," Tyr teased.

lightsΝοvel "I worry your brother might not be as great a warrior as you," Baard shifted the conversation, not indulging Tyr in his attempt to take out the seriousness of this interaction.

This wasn't Tyr's first time hearing someone speak ill of his older brother.

"Bjorn is a greater warrior than I am," Tyr responded but he wasn't going to scold Baard for this.

"How so?" Baard asked, genuinely curious.

Tyr killed Erik The Berserker, and killed a few strong Chieftains, uniting them all under one ruler.

This was nothing short of astonishing considering he was just a teenager.

At this rate, he would surpass Ragnar but Bjorn was yet to leave his comfort zone and lacked the experience that Tyr had.

Even though it is said that Bjorn saved his younger brother when he rode out to find them.

"You will understand when the time comes," Baard muttered but Tyr knew that this wasn't the case.

Tyr knew that these people didn't know who Bjorn was and all they had to know him by was stories they heard.

However, Tyr knew that his brother was the most dangerous of them all and he would be able to reach his true potential if he was willing to throw away his honour.

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Bjorn and the rest managed to make it out of the Kingdom walls and the cover of darkness was in their favour.

Salgard didn't know what was next but they knew that they couldn't return to the shores.

The place would be crawling with warriors but this begged the question of where they should go.

Bjorn remembered what his father had told him and knew that they couldn't delay any further.

Ragnar's life depended on Bjorn's success.

"Where should we go?" Hagen whispered to them.

Bjorn knew that Tyr wasn't stupid enough to go somewhere that didn't give him the advantage.

There was no way that he would hide in a place where he could be found as well.

And then it hit him, the only place that these people didn't own.

"The mountains," Bjorn muttered but before they could go any further, they were ambushed by a small unit of warriors.

"Salgard, handle them," Grjötgard commanded his younger brother and proceeded to advance.

A Christian soldier tried to stop him but was cut down by Salgard.

"With pleasure, brother," Salgard responded, this was the seal of approval he sought and now nothing was holding him back.

Bjorn admired the faith that both brothers shared even though they were aware of both their prowesses and weaknesses.

Bjorn advanced behind them but wondered if Salgard would be alright because there was no telling what opponent was before him.

"Pagan," The voice of a man on a horse said, Salgard looked up to see that he wasn't wearing any helmet or anything that could weigh him down.

"Christian," Salgard responded with a smile on his face looking even more creepy.

Salgard was surprised that the men around him weren't jumping him, they backed off instead.

The man on the horse remained on it and Salgard realized that this man must be what they called a Bishop.

However, the darkness wasn't to his advantage, the moonlight barely shone through.

The warriors around him could have easily exploited this but they didn't, they instead chose to torch the area so they could illuminate the area but the men were fewer, meaning that they were chasing the rest down.

"God is good but God is also fair... If my sword doesn't cut you down before the sunrises. I will take it as God's will to let you live," The strange warrior said but his words were wasted because Salgard had no idea what he was saying but even Salgard could perceive the threat that this man posed just by looking at him.

"This is going to be fun," He muttered under his breath