Two days passed in the blink of an eye.
As the day of the fire festival that was held once every ten years arrived, regardless of whether it was male or female, old or young, all of the people in the small town were gathered in the square. The three floors in the middle and three floors in a circle, and everyone had excited expressions on their faces.
In the center of the small town square, there was a tall tower that was piled up with dozens of thick logs. After igniting the wooden tower, raging flames soared into the sky, emitting a surging red heat wave.
Among them, the young men, wearing Viking-style armor and horn-style helmets, held a solid round shield in one hand, and held a long sword with a high edge in the other, as if they were warriors going on a war.
Boom!
Roar! Roar! Roar! Roar!
As the sword struck the shield, a thunderous rumble echoed. The Viking men's faces were flushed red, and their veins bulged. They roared in a deafening roar!
And in the middle of everyone, under the burning wooden tower, was the Immortal who had drunk Dragon Blood. He had inherited Beowulf's will, the second generation Danish Hero, Wiglaf!
He was wearing an ancient armor that was covered in scratches. His hands were holding a sharp blade that was as red as blood. His messy long hair and beard were disheveled like the hair of a lion king. His eyes were filled with a strong domineering aura!
A huge flag that was as red as blood was fluttering on the spire in the middle of the square.
The flag depicted a sinister and evil dragon. It was pierced from top to bottom by an exquisite and gorgeous long sword. Around it were eagle wings that looked like they were spreading their wings. There were also some patterns that were inlaid with golden threads.
This small town would hold a fire festival every ten years.
Every man who had been married and had given birth to a young man would wear the Viking Battle Armor and gather in the blazing tower. They would hold the red flag that depicted their ancestors and head towards the cave where the evil dragons were buried.
The evil dragons had tried to revive in the past one thousand and two hundred years. If not for Wiglaf and this group of people trying to stop them, they would probably have broken through the seal by now.
For example, the son of old man Axel. Yansi's father died in the cave where the evil dragons were at the day of the fire sacrifice ten years ago. Not long after, he died of sorrow and sorrow.
And that day of the fire sacrifice was also the one that suffered the most casualties in the town. Almost all of them died in the cave, and only one person survived. That was Wiglaf.
Now, in this small town, there were still people who were still alive and had a family.
The men who had given birth to their cYallweiteen could be counted at a glance. There were only twenty to thirty people left!
Twenty to thirty men...
One had to know that this was this small town. There were thousands of people. Among them, more than sixty percent of the women occupied. The most left were the elderly and cYallweiteen!
From the number of people present, it could be seen just what kind of painful price this small town had paid to seal Grendel!
However, this was worth it!
They had finally waited for hope. Today, one thousand two hundred years later, they could completely end this blood feud that had lasted for dozens of centuries!
Brunhilde was the kindest, so she suggested, "You only need to lead the way. There is no need for so many people to go over. We can take care of Grendel."
The neatly dressed men all revealed angry expressions after hearing her words. Some even cursed a few times.
"No!"
Wiglaf glanced at her and then refused. There was no fear in his eyes as he said in a low voice, "We must personally witness the destruction of that evil dragon, Grenci. This is our clan's greatest wish for thousands of years!"
Brunhilde still wanted to persuade him, but she was stopped by Yallweite. The latter slightly shook his head and said, "Don't say anymore. Just let them follow. After all, they have paid a heavy price for this promise."
Brunhilde was slightly startled. Only then did she realize why those men had glared at her.
This was a promise that they had held onto for a thousand years. If they retreated at this final juncture, wouldn't it be a great humiliation to their predecessors and ancestors?
So, they had to go!
Not only were they going to witness the death of Grendel, they were also going to personally settle this grudge and make a perfect ending for their ancestors' promise that spanned a thousand years.
"Warriors, drink this cup of wine!"
"Bring the bow of the ship into the ocean, and charge under Odin's blessing. Do not fear death and pain, because this is our long-cherished wish!"
In the singing of his wife, mother, and daughters, the men solemnly picked up the cups made of bull horns and drank the blood red wine in the cup in one gulp.
"Let's go!"
Wiglaf raised his broken sword high and let out a thunderous roar.
Roar! Roar! Roar! Roar!
The men roared at the sky, raised their shields and swords to follow Wiglaf, and advanced towards the mountain range covered in snow in the distance.
Lod ordered Soi Fon, Tōshirō Hitsugaya, and Ulquiorra to stay in this town, in case the dragon suddenly rushed out of the cave, causing casualties to these residents, and then followed Valkyrie.
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Although these vikings were wearing armor, the feasible speed was not slow at all. Under the leadership of Wiglaf, they quickly followed the rugged path and crossed the mountain range.
After passing through the mountain range, everyone arrived at a swamp with dense vegetation. Towering trees surrounded by several people could be seen everywhere. The dense branches and leaves overlapped, covering the sky.
It was obvious that this was the legendary forest swamp where Beowulf defeated the giants and the banshee!
Wiglaf had already been here countless times. Even in this huge forest swamp, he still led the group through this ancient swamp with ease, arriving at their final destination!
At the end of this forest swamp, there was a dark tunnel that could accommodate several people moving side by side. It extended downwards diagonally, and one could not see the end of it at a glance.
Standing at the edge of the tunnel, one could faintly feel the bone-chilling wind coming from the bottomless abyss. It was as if the evil dragon was gasping for breath, making one feel a heavy sense of oppression. The few young men who were slightly weaker were already sweating profusely.
Wiglaf took a deep breath and was about to bend down to lead the way when he was stopped by Yallweite,
"Let our Valkyrie lead the way."
After saying that, regardless of whether he agreed or not, Yallweite and the other Valkyries pulled out the silver swords at their waists and formed a line of two or three, protecting Lod in the middle. Then, they slowly leaned over and entered the tunnel.
Wiglaf was silent for a moment. He understood what Yallweite meant, so he waved his hand to signal for the others to follow, and followed the Valkyries into the cave one after another.
There was no light in the entire tunnel, and the road under their feet was quite rugged and steep. In order to take care of the mortals following them, Yallweite raised her hand and cast a spell, illuminating the entire dark tunnel.