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Viking War Chant

War Online

Williard is an early side character who became a stepping stone for the world's protagonist, Bran. This average gamer real-life hidden identity is a runaway young master of the Scarlet Vultures, a powerful mafia group. One day, he gets killed by the rival gang after getting found out and woke up in the past at the time when his life changed by two events, the death of his father and the release of the world's biggest VRMMO game, War Online. "Ugh, this skill book cost 3000 gold? I only have 500 left. Boys, go and rob the players" "Oh! You are the young master of Paves Group? Boys, go and kidnap this trash and his father and lock them up" "Oh! You want to challenge me 1v1? No thanks. Boys, just round him up and kill him for me" "Did that guy used his large guild to bully you? Don't worry. Just pay us the amount in gold or real cash. We will take care of him and his so-called guild leader" Follow Williard Ravens as he becomes the "Mafia Boss" in War Online using his Mafia brothers. ------------------------------------------ Note: please do read author's review before reading the novel. ----------------------------------------- Author's other current books: My Soul card is a Reaper, Prince of Kpop, Weapon Seller in the world of magic Notable works: The Last Slytherin, The Sharingan Hyuga ----------------------------------------- You can also support the Author through Patreon or buy a coffee on Ko-fi.com https://www.patreon.com/snowstar https://ko-fi.com/snowstar5061
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WarLords : Ice Viking's

The cold stone hall was dimly lit with flickering torches. Shadows stretched long across the floor. At the far end of the room, the King sat high on his throne, surrounded by High Lords, Generals, and Counselors. Silence hung thick in the air as the Ice Viking entered. He stood in the center, arms at his side, eyes forward. “Viking,” the King called from his seat. Varnok didn’t move. “Yes,” he replied flatly. One of the High Lords stood up in anger. “In the presence of your King—you kneel!” The knights draws their Swords. Varnok stayed still. “You’re not my king,” he said calmly. The King raised a hand. The knights lowered their swords. “Let him be,” the King said, leaning forward. “Ice Viking… step forward.” Varnok walked slowly across the cold stone floor. “There is war between the Vikings and this kingdom,” the King said. Varnok kept walking. “It’s your kingdom,” he answered. “That has nothing to do with me.” The lords murmured in outrage. “You think they’ll stop there?” the King asked, raising a hand for silence. “You know what those animals are like. Vikings… they don’t stop until they’ve burned everything to ash.” “And yet I’ve protected the village just fine,” Varnok said. “Without your help. Like it’s always been.” “Without my help, there’d be no village to protect,” the King snapped. “There is a village,” Varnok said, meeting his eyes. “And not once have you offered it your help.” “King... please. What an excuse.” The king nodded toward the general standing beside him. Without hesitation, the general stepped forward and struck Varnok across the face. Then a second punch to the stomach. Finally, a heavy kick to the leg. Varnok dropped to one knee. “Good,” the King said, tipping his goblet and pouring wine over Varnok’s head. “Like the animal you are.” Murmurs filled the hall. > "What an animal." "Fits clearly—a dog." "All Vikings should just die." "Disgusting things." The King laughed with joy as he was Pleased by the words of the people. He leaned forward again, with his voice low. “Maybe we should start with your wife… and child.” The room fell into a deadly stillness. Varnok’s eyes snapped open—glowing bright, ice-blue. A shiver cut through the entire hall. The ground began to vibrate. Goblets trembled. Torches flickered lower. Then came his voice—cold, deep, inhuman. Like the cracking of ancient glaciers. “If a single breath so much as brushes their skin…” “I will bring down such ruin upon this kingdom that even the crows will starve for lack of flesh. I will freeze your rivers. Silence your bells. And watch your palace rot from the inside—As your screams echo in halls no one dares enter. Pray your tongue forgets their names… before I remember yours.” No one moved everywhere was silent. Even the air seemed too afraid to stir.
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