Bloodlines of the Ancient Pantheons

The mage reciprocated his gaze and with the utmost fairness towards his new ally, he showed him all the other scrolls, on which was reported every single detail, to which Jens drew through some other soldier paid to spy on him. 

Everything was written, from the names of the warriors who accompanied him on the various missions to the weapons they used, how many archers they had, and what time of day and night they planned their movements.

In that way, Kranus would always have time to organize his defenses in the event of an attack and to deploy the troops who would assault Okstorm in search of the Crystal of Fire, which had always been his only goal, knowing everything in advance, within 24 hours, during which, somehow, Jens' message was delivered to him punctually, without ever missing.

After summarily consulting the scrolls, Dag avoided reading every detail and returned them to the owner, making him understand that each of those words written black on white hurt his pride.

As Kranus put the small wooden casket back on the shelf, Gunnar and Wrage looked at each other and whispered something that Dag could hear thanks to his developed senses.

"Why don't we kill him and take the Crystal of Fire that the Commander so much desires?" 

"You didn't understand anything, you idiot! That boy killed all our men alone! How are you going to do that?" 

"Pff! Don't be silly! Look at him, it's just a windbag! I don't even believe one of his words! He's just a dirty Okstorm warrior, we should kill him instantly, not let him sit at our table! It's shameful!" Gunnar whispered, who between the two seemed to be the meanest and least willing to familiarize himself with Dag and Freydis. 

"... you wouldn't be able to do it even in 100 years."

Dag's voice broke the silence and Kranus turned to him, trying to figure out what he was referring to, just as Freydis, who didn't understand what the two Masters of the enemy Clan were talking about.

"Uh?! What did you say?!" Gunnar asked, looking at Dag and hoping he didn't hear well what he just said.

Dag continued to stare at them, as he sat with his back to the backrest of his chair and one hand on the table, moving his fingers one after the other and causing them to hit the wooden surface to the rhythm. 

"Why don't you tell your commander how you're going to welcome the man who will lead the prophecy mission?" Dag asked, in a sarcastic tone, as his purple eye looked cruelly at both men in front of him.

A drop of sweat came down from Gunnar's forehead, who could not explain how the boy had heard his words, whispered in Wrage's ear as he was turned from behind.

"What is he talking about?" Kranus asked, looking at his generals.

No answer.

"Gunnar!" he replied, raising the tone of his voice. 

"Uhm... nothing, Commander... Dag must have been wrong... I was telling Wrage that with a powerful warrior like him, our army will become the strongest ever known at Krypstorm..." the Masters of Arms of the Giants Of Ymir answered, hoping to mislead the fate of that conversation and realizing that it was not safe to speak around Dag.

The young Master stood up and with both hands resting on the table, leaned slightly forward, toward the two men.

When he saw his master get up, Thalos did the same, believing it was time to get out of that boring place, but Freydis caught his eye, causing him to move near her.

Dag's expression did not bode well: after discovering the truth about Jens's betrayal, who had always been against the creation of the Iron Alliance, his soul was wounded and fire of rage began to boil his blood.

"I said... that you two wouldn't be able to kill me in 100 years. I killed almost all of your 'powerful' Jotunns fleet with a single attack, don't try to say such a thing in my presence yet, otherwise, I will avoid keeping my patience" he said, his voice firmly, as his purple eye shone slightly.

Wrage, who never wanted to provoke that reaction because he was afraid of Dag, began to tremble like a leaf, while Gunnar looked at him with an air of defiance as if he could not bear the idea that a little boy could somehow be more important and strong than him.

"Well, that's enough!" Kranus exclaimed, resting his hand in the middle of the table, exactly between Dag and his interlocutors, stopping the hate-filled speech that had generated between them.

"Dag, I apologize for the behavior of my men, but we at Tungvek are not used to deal with people from the West like you. I'm sure Gunnar and Wrage will change their idea of you after seeing you fight. Until then, please behave correctly between you, like the gentlemen you are. Do you think you can do it?" the ice mage asked again, looking at both of his sides out of the corner of his eye.

"Yes, Commander. I'm sorry, mine was just a fleeting thought suggested to a companion, I didn't think Dag could hear my words. It won't happen again" Gunnar replied in a resentful voice, looking down and avoiding crossing his eyes with Dag, so as not to get nervous.

Dag sat down again in his chair and stroked Thalos's head, which came back beside him.

"I have never disrespected any of you, Kranus. Teach your men to use their brains before their mouth, because next time I might not have all this patience" Dag said, who despite his age showed his intellectual maturity and the confidence he had in his actions, not backing down in front of anyone.

"It will be done. Now that we're all playing with an open hand, I propose to talk about the frequent battles our soldiers are fighting against the Claws Of Fenrir" Kranus replied, opening a scroll almost the size of the table.