Vikings: Journey of the Juggernaut

Chapter 33 The war whale is headless
It was past noon, nearly three hours after leaving Haast Strait, and a faintly visible island appeared at the end of everyone's sight.

"That's Prisoner's Island. In the past, it was a place where some extremely vicious criminals were exiled. Now it's more of a place where desperate desperadoes or homeless wanderers escape." A soldier next to them introduced the three of them. .

"Be careful when you are near the waters of Prisoner Island. Robbery is what these exiles rely on to make a living." Another soldier followed.

"Why not just eliminate them?" Jecam asked doubtfully.

"This is not what we little warriors can think about."

"It is said that it has been wiped out several times, but every time it grows back like a weed."

The other warriors nearby spoke one after another.

Rayleigh was not surprised. Wherever there are people, there will be fights, and criminals will never be eliminated.Instead of letting the desperadoes wander around the mountains causing chaos, it would be better to give them a place to go.

While speaking, two black spots appeared on the sea level and sailed towards the direction of the warship.

"The pirates are coming!"

The black spots were getting closer and closer, and their outlines gradually became clearer. They were two small long boats, with about seven or eight people on each boat.

The surrounding soldiers glanced at the three youngest figures, one with a paralyzed face from beginning to end, the other with a high-spirited expression, and the face under the bamboo hat. They noticed the eyes looking over and looked back at them with a friendly smile. laugh.

Everyone sighed slightly in their hearts. These three young men were indeed born warriors. They were indeed extraordinary.If the trainee raiders who came for baptism in the past saw such a scene for the first time, they would inevitably look nervous.

When the distance between the two sides was within 100 meters, when Jackham took out the sword from his back with great interest, he saw two small long boats suddenly turned a corner and fled away.

"Why did they run away?" Jecam was very puzzled.

"Robbing homes does not mean risking one's life. With a figure like Bassomo standing at the bow of the ship, they would not dare to come up." A soldier explained.

"It's a pity. It would have been better if the commander had just lied down and not been seen by them." With regret on his face, Jecam reluctantly put the sword back on his back and muttered in a low voice, "It's really not smart at all. .”

"..."

The surrounding soldiers quickly turned their heads and continued paddling as if they hadn't heard.

Commander Basomo at the bow of the ship moved his ears, took a deep breath, and then exhaled to calm down his mood.

Jackham didn't notice anything strange around him, and continued to speak to his two friends in a low voice: "Rayley, Kayson, I think our Commander Bartholomew seems a little dull, don't you think so?"

Kaison shook his face and shook his head slightly. Reilly directly covered his face with a bamboo hat, not bothering to respond.

Looking at the reactions of his two friends, Jecam looked confused, and then noticed the coughing sounds of the soldiers around him and the livid face on the bow of the ship.

Oops!

This is being heard!

Jecam immediately felt the seriousness of the matter, and quickly made amends with a silly smile, shouting towards the figure at the bow of the ship: "Commander, I was praising you for being so smart just now."

"..."

The surrounding soldiers couldn't help laughing, and hurriedly covered their faces, mouths and noses with their hands to prevent them from laughing.

My grandma is actually very smart! ! !

The giant figure took a thunderous breath and walked past the bow of the ship with long strides. He raised the scabbard and started swiping at Jackham's thick arms and thighs. "Then I really want to thank you for your compliment..." "

He couldn't be polite to Staff's son.

The warship was in a state of panic.

……

Since the incident, Jecam, who had received a severe beating and education, became much more honest, and the warship had a safe journey and arrived at Fernnan Port in the evening.

"Commander Basomo, please wait a moment, I will go and report."

There are only so many war commanders in the north. Bassomo's arrival was recognized by the little guard leader of Nangang at a glance.People of this level have already been told by their superiors that they must be treated with caution and reported as soon as possible.

The other tribesmen who came to the port saw this scene and whispered among themselves:

"Who is that person? His size is probably comparable to that of the 'War Whale Headless'."

"Commander Basomo of the Mistcrow tribe is very likely to become the next generation leader of their tribe. Looking at the three young men beside him, he should have brought them here to participate in the baptism of the raiders."

"This kind of large tribe is really enviable. Young people participating in the baptism of raiders will be personally led by the war commander."

"That's not necessarily true. It should be because the three of them are more talented. I met one of them when I went to the farm of the leader of the Mistcrow tribe a few years ago. Kayson Barnard is the cold-faced young man. The grandson of the leader of their tribe is very talented... Let’s not talk about it, the leaderless leader is here.”

Upon hearing the arrival of the leaderless commander, everyone's voices gradually became quiet.

The headless war whale is the right-hand man of the northern lord Kurag. He never leaves his head behind when he kills people, and he has a notorious reputation.His strength is even more recognized as being just one step away from the great generals of God. He once cut off an arm of the giant deer Zarji last year, and is known as the fifth general in the North.

In front of his sight, the bright silver armor reflected dazzling light in the sun, and it seemed as if the figure came with its own light.

Showing off one's sharpness——

Everyone knows that the more eye-catching the color of the armor, the easier it is to be targeted and besieged on the battlefield, but this man with blood-stained hands in front of him did just that.

This man’s story is also bizarre…

According to rumors, when Kurag was passing by a massacred village when he was a boy, he suddenly heard the laughter of a baby in his ears.Pushing open the ruins, I saw a baby who was not yet one year old holding a long-dead mouse in his hand. The baby put the mouse's head in his mouth and chewed it with laughter.

This is the leaderless Mamres.

We don’t know whether the rumors are true or not, but everyone in the War Whale tribe knows that Mamreth was indeed raised by Kurag and taught him carefully, making him both a brother and a father.

Living up to Kurag's expectations, this picked-up child showed unparalleled talent since he was a child.It is said that when he grew up, he looked extremely handsome and was the dream lover of countless girls from the War Whale tribe in the past.

In order not to cover up Kurag's brilliance, Mamreth later wore a chainmail face shield that covered his face all year round.

For Kulag's safety, he deliberately painted his armor bright silver to attract the enemy's attention to him on the battlefield.

While he was known for his headless reputation, his loyalty was once highly praised by others.

"Commander Basomo, welcome."

Accompanied by a slightly magnetic voice, the radiant figure also came to the front of everyone in the Mist Crow tribe.

Whether it was Jackham, Kayson, or Rayleigh, they all immediately set their sights on the famous northern warrior in front of them. It was difficult not to be attracted by him. After all, he stood out from the crowd.

In addition to a complete set of chain armor all over the body, the elbows, knees, neck...these joints that need to be rotated are covered with chain armor densely woven with small iron chains.

Including the face under the nose helmet, it was also covered with chain armor.Even the hands are covered in fine leather gloves.

The only thing that was exposed without protective gear was the pair of eyes that contained a faint edge.

His body shape is not as bulky as Commander Bashomo's, but closer to the body shape of a perfect warrior with golden proportions.The height of the two of them is very close, both are far beyond normal people.

This is a born warrior!
After comparing the physical difference between the two sides, Kaisen felt a little ashamed of himself.

Jecam shrank back slightly, feeling that the sword on his back was a bit embarrassing.Look at that decapitating sword that has cut off countless heads. That is called a real sword.

An invisible pressure also arose in Rayleigh's heart. Faced with such an iron can, as an opponent, he would have no way of making a move.With his current strength, it can be said that he cannot even break through the opponent's defense, and there is no other way except to escape.

If such an iron can is used to crush people on the battlefield, it will be completely incomprehensible to most soldiers.There is also a layer of chain armor inside the thick iron armor, and there must be a layer of soft armor inside the chain armor.

What would an ordinary soldier use to fight? Even if he was lucky enough to cut open the chain armor at the joints, the damage to him would not be much due to the cushioning of the inner soft armor.

The only exposed eyes seem to be weaknesses, but they are just appearances.Unless the strength is several levels higher than his, or the opponent's physical strength is exhausted, there is no chance.

Unless you are holding weapons such as heavy axes and heavy hammers, but if you do not have at least the strength of a berserker, holding such a weapon may be as slow as a snail in the eyes of the opponent, and it is also a way to kill someone. .

I am still too weak!

At this moment, Rayleigh deeply felt the gap between him and the world's top warrior.

"You even cut off one of his arms. It's really amazing." A vague memory flashed through the depths of Basomo's pupils.

"Just take advantage of the protective gear." Wushou turned around, "Let's talk as we walk."

"No one else can wear protective gear like yours." A flash of heat flashed in Basomo's eyes. The depth of the iron in the armor in his eyes was far greater than that of ordinary armor. After a complete set, I'm afraid it would Nearly three thousand silver coins.

Although it is a bit eye-catching, it is not suitable for wearing by myself and seems too bulky.To support such a canned battle, one needs to be gifted with explosive power and endurance. It can also be seen that the person in front of him is far beyond himself in these two aspects.

Bassomo knew that his strengths were flexibility and heavy attacks. If he added a layer of chain armor in addition to the chain armor, it would only affect his strength.

"How are you thinking about the tribal merger proposed by brother Kulag?" After the greetings were completed, Wuzu got to the point.

If he didn't have a purpose, there was no need for him to come to greet him in person.

"The one who calls the shots is Chief Barnard. This is not something I can decide." A look of solemnity flashed in Bartholomew's eyes. If it were before, such matters would at least be communicated in private rather than openly.

The port was crowded with people, and there were many soldiers behind him. It was not suitable to talk about such a topic.Dare to put it openly, indicating that Kulag has probably made up his mind about the merger of the tribes.

Hundreds of years of tradition, whichever tribe is willing to be merged, and dares to do so, will inevitably usher in a large-scale war sweeping the entire territory.

The days of peace in the north may be numbered.

(End of this chapter)