Did Bjorn, who hadn't inherited any ancient bloodline, seriously intend to take on a dragon directly?
He's immune to flames, but what other method does he have…?
Crash.
"Argh!"
Ragnar's thoughts were shattered in an instant. A single glancing blow from the dragon's tail sent Bjorn hurtling backward. Watching him tumble across the ground, Ragnar winced.
"L-Lord Bjorn!"
"Don't worry! It's just a scratch!"
A scratch, he said—but Ragnar knew it was far more serious, likely even broken ribs. Still, Bjorn forced a smile and clutched his axe once more.
"Fear not! Their attacks are nothing! One of them is nearly dead, so we'll make history by taking down two dragons!"
The soldiers shouted in response to his bravado. While Ragnar could see through it, to the other soldiers, Bjorn's confidence looked like sheer strength.
