Vikings: Journey of the Juggernaut

Chapter 1 Golden Finger: Eye of the Heroic Spirit
At the end of the 8th century AD, the Vikings were in their final tribal era.

……

The northern border of Scandinavia, the Territory of the Mist Crow Strait.

woo-

A low horn broke the quiet morning in the territory. The Vikings who were training on the coast clenched their weapons and raised their heads to look towards the sea level.

Enemy attack?

still is……

At the end of the line of sight, three dragon-headed warships emerged from the hazy fog and came through the waves.

Until I saw a lifelike red-eyed crow carved on the fluttering sail.The expressions of the soldiers on the shore relaxed and smiles began to bloom on their faces.

"The Raiders are back."

Since the discovery of Western Europe more than ten years ago, today, plundering that rich land has become an inseparable part of the lives of the people on this land.

This horn also means returning home laden with treasure, as well as food and equipment that can be exchanged.

Among the crowd, the eagle-eyed boy named 'Lelly Bastian' breathed a sigh of relief. If the fleet did not come back, the family would be almost in trouble.

As a time traveler, Rayleigh has a golden finger.

His golden finger is called the 'Eye of the Heroic Spirit'. The Eye of the Heroic Spirit is an observation ability similar to the mind's eye.As long as you concentrate, you can see the talents you have and your combat power progress bar.

Since this kind of observation is limited to oneself, it may seem a bit useless on the surface.

But for Rayleigh, he was already content. When he clearly knew his daily progress in martial arts growth, how far he was from the next warrior level, and how long it would take before he would reap huge rewards, his motivation would naturally be different.

This was like a guiding light, clearly placing the path to a powerful warrior before his eyes.

Through the Eyes of Heroic Spirits, Rayleigh also saw the talents he currently possesses:

[Sword Bones: Practicing sword weapons additionally increases combat proficiency, and the bone density is different from ordinary people]

This is a physical talent. With his sword bone talent, his physique is naturally outstanding among his peers.What also made him stand out was his appetite for food and his sister who was like a big eater. Only three months after the spring harvest, the family's food reserves had already bottomed out.

His brother, Saul Bastion, was among the plundering team. Before setting off, he had been promoted to the captain of one of the small warships. He was a young man praised by everyone in this tribe.

I think the harvest this time should be quite rich!

With this thought in mind, he looked towards the warship that was about to dock. The figures and faces on the ship gradually became clearer, and they were all familiar faces.After all, the total population of the Mistcrow tribe is only six to seven hundred, and the official raiders are only over a hundred people. After living here for eleven years, I naturally know everyone I need to know.

He seemed to be distracted, he rubbed his eyes, and his eagle eyes scanned every figure on the boat again.This time I looked more carefully. Among the familiar faces, the most familiar one...

not there! ! !

……

Three dragon-headed warships docked, and with the cheers of the people on the shore, the tribal raiders jumped off the ship, followed by boxes of treasure boxes and bags of food thrown down from the warships. , as well as looted captives and slaves.

The last raiders who came down had a slightly heavy expression. They searched the crowd for a while, then took heavy steps and handed over the battle ax or sword of their deceased companions to the family members of the deceased.

But there weren't many cries coming from the coast.

die--

It is an unavoidable thing in every robbery, and the people of the tribe have long been accustomed to it.

A team of more than ten people walked towards Reilly, two of them were carrying a stretcher. The handsome raider at the head was holding a chain, which was dragging a haggard-looking prisoner.

As the team got closer, Reilly could see clearly the face of the man on the stretcher...

A face that no longer had any color in it.

Life and death are impermanent!

This is the reason why Rayleigh has been unwilling to get involved in too deep a bond with anyone since he was born.No one can predict when the people they care about will die easily in such an ancient war-torn century.

"Your brother has returned to the Hall of Valor." The handsome raider led by him came to Rayleigh and uttered two words again, "I'm sorry."

"Uh..." Rayleigh's heart fluctuated slightly.

Although the impression Brother 'Renjie' brought to his family was not a good one, he had lived in the same longhouse for so many years.

Somewhat affectionate!

He asked: "How did my brother die?"

The handsome raider paused and replied: "Thor faced four or five enemies in a melee. His body was severely injured. On the way back, the wound infection became more and more serious. He couldn't survive two days ago."

"Boy Rayleigh, you don't have to be too sad. Maybe your brother is sitting next to Odin right now, enjoying the good times."

"One day in the future, we will meet again in the Hall of Valor."

The surrounding teammates on the ship spoke one after another, and a trace of nostalgia flashed across everyone's eyes.

Rayleigh saw the sincere nostalgia in their eyes, and his heart was filled with complicated thoughts.Unlike me who prefers to live alone, my brother is very kind to others, makes good friends and helps all around.

After his father died in the war, his elder brother, who took over as the head of the family, became famous throughout the tribe in just two years, and even had a certain reputation among the more than [-] tribal alliances in the entire northern border.

If anyone is hungry, he will be invited to kill chickens and sheep. If he is thirsty, he will be invited to drink ale and honey wine. If he has no money, he will give money to him... Of course they will miss such good people, and all they will pay is a few words of verbal praise. .

But my brother likes to hear this.

I don't know when he started, but he became what everyone calls 'the strongest raider warrior of the Mist Crow Tribe'.Three people become tigers, and everyone's words make a difference. Maybe he even believed it after hearing it.

From then on, his brother became even more uncontrollable, and his behavior was even worse than that of Timely Rain Song Jiang.

For the family, it was already a disaster.

Less than three years after his father died in the war, the family's reserves and accumulations had been squandered, and they had become so impoverished that they were about to suffer from the northwest wind.

spendthrift,
Not enough to describe some of his crazy behaviors.

Before setting off to plunder, he even secretly killed the remaining cows in the livestock pen to feed him and his friends.

By killing the cow, the family loses its source of milk.The price is that every time my sister sees other children drinking milk, she will break the head of the wheat terrier crow in her hand.

My sister is getting more and more irritable and cruel!

"Brother, do you have any last instructions?" Reilly retracted his thoughts and looked at the handsome raider in front of him.

This raider is called Gorton, known as the 'Handsome Hunter'.When he was a child, he was the groom of the Bastian family and his brother's best playmate since childhood.

Siblings.

"Ah."

Just as Gordon was about to speak, his eyes suddenly seemed to notice something, and he glanced past Reilly and looked behind him.

Not only Gorton, but also everyone else around him looked behind him.

Reilly noticed this scene and listened to the familiar footsteps that reached his ears. Compared to himself, the person behind him indeed attracted more attention.

One of the most beautiful women in the Mist Crow Strait is now...

The most beautiful widow!
The wife of his brother Thor, his sister-in-law, Itia.

The woman came over holding a little girl with big eyes. In the other hand of the little girl, she was holding tightly a crow made of wheat stalks.Looking at the pale face on the stretcher, the petite face gradually became happy, and the little hand holding the wheat terrier crow relaxed slightly.

This means that she is indeed in a happy mood at the moment.

He was only eight years old. He stared at the cold corpse. Not only did he not feel any discomfort, but he also felt very happy.

This is his sister!
It was an extremely abnormal scene, and countless fragments of the past flashed through Rayleigh's eagle eyes.

Her mother died giving birth to her younger sister, so her younger sister was hated by her father from birth.Her elder brother, Thor, was afraid of his father and gradually became dissatisfied with her.

Ever since my sister was three or four years old, she has been despised by her father for living and wasting food. The drunken and violent man even beat her and scolded her at every turn, and did not allow her to eat.

Even in the coldest winter, you are not allowed to step into the longhouse.Since she was a child, her only home has been the drafty livestock pen outside the longhouse.

There is no warm fire in the winter stables, only bone-deep ice.At that time, my thinly dressed sister would occasionally appear at the door of the longhouse, staring at the fire inside in a daze for a long time, with a little hope in her big eyes.

It wasn't until she heard her father's furious roar that she staggered away.

The younger sister was always isolated from that door.

Maybe I finally understood something,
I don’t know which day started, but that little figure never appeared at the door of the longhouse.

I originally thought that she would leave this world soon, and that would be fine, as there would be no more pain and suffering.

It's just that my sister is like grass, she is stubborn and unwilling to die. After surviving a winter, I saw that she seemed to have grown up a little bit.

The spotted cow in the livestock pen had a very docile character, covering half of the wind and rain for her.

The other half of the storm,
In the early morning of that day, he glanced at the livestock pen out of habit.

I saw my sister who was trying to fill her stomach, puffing out her cheeks and stuffing a handful of fodder into her mouth with great effort.

Realizing that someone had caught him stealing food, his thin body quickly hid behind the cow.

At that moment, he could no longer hold back in his heart and accepted the first bond from this world.

Blocked the other half of the wind and rain.

Since then, there has been one more person in the stable, and there is also warmth and fire.

My sister had her first toy in her hands, which was a crow made of wheat stalks.

My father became even more irritable, and the sound of sharpening knives could be heard from time to time in the longhouse.The most dangerous time was when a man came over with a knife and killed the spotted cow. The skin and flesh of the spotted cow were cut open and it was dying.

If it weren't for the bonus bone density of the sword bone, even his entire arm would have been almost severed. His sister's left eye also had a long scar that ran through the upper and lower eyelids at that time.

It is not easy for my sister to survive!
The spotted cow that had protected her had become her family.The cow struggled to survive from her father's knife, but eventually died in the hands of her brother.

Of course she would be sad.

I also have resentment towards my brother.

(End of this chapter)