Two days passed in a flash.

With the arrival of the once-in-a-decade fire festival, all men, women and children in the town gathered in the square. The inner three floors and the outer three floors formed a circle, and everyone had excited expressions on their faces.

In the very center of the town square, there is a tower made up of dozens of thick logs, which are stacked upwards. After the wooden tower is lit, the roaring flames soar into the sky, exuding a red heat wave.

Among them, the young men wore Viking-style armor and horn-style helmets, holding a solid round shield in one hand, and holding a long-edged sword in the other, as if they were fighting warriors.

dong dong dong!

Roar! Roar! Roar!

As the swords struck the shield, there was a loud rumbling sound like thunder, and the Viking men's faces were blushing and blue veins bulged, and they shouted deafening battle roars!

And among all of them, under the burning wooden tower, is the dragon blood immortal who drank it, the second generation of Danish hero Vigraf who inherited the will of Beowulf!

I saw him wearing a pair of ancient armor with scratches, and leaning on a sharp red sword with a broken blade in both hands. There is a strong arrogance in the eyes!

A huge flag, blood-stained scarlet, rattled on the minaret in the center of the square.

The flag depicts a ferocious and evil dragon, penetrated from top to bottom by a delicate and gorgeous long sword, surrounded by eagle wings in the shape of flying wings, and the rest are decorated with some gold inlaid patterns.

Every ten years in this town, a fire festival is held.

All the men who have married and have given birth to young adults, will wear Viking armor, gather in the burning tower of flames, and carry bright red banners depicting ancestral legends, to the cave where the evil dragon is buried.

In the past 1200 years, it is not that the evil dragon has not tried to be resurrected. If it were not for Vigraf and this group of people who obstructed it in every possible way, at the cost of burying most of the young people in the town every ten years, I am afraid that it would have broken through the seal long ago.

Like the son of the old Axel, Jens's father died ten years ago when he was buried in the cave where the evil dragon was located during the fire festival. Not long after that, he died of grief and illness.

And that fire sacrifice day was also the worst casualty in the town. Almost the entire army was wiped out and died in the cave. Only one person survived, and that was Wigraf.

Now in this small town, still alive and married,

Men who have given birth to children can be counted almost at a glance, and there are only twenty or thirty people left!

Twenty or thirty men...

You must know that this is in this small town, but there are thousands of people, of which women account for more than 60%, and the rest are the elderly and children!

Just from the number of people in existence, it can be seen that this small town has paid a painful price in order to seal Grendel!

Still, it's worth it!

After all, they have hoped that they can completely end this blood feud that has lasted for dozens of centuries today, one thousand two hundred years later!

Brynhilde had the kindest heart, so he suggested: "Actually, you just need to lead the way. We can deal with Grendel without so many people passing by."

After hearing her words, the neatly dressed men showed angry expressions, and some even scolded a few swear words.

"no!"

Wigraf glanced at her, and then refused decisively, without the slightest hint of cowardice in his eyes, and said solemnly: "We must see with our own eyes, the demise of the evil dragon Grendel, this is the Our family has been the greatest wish for thousands of years!"

Brynhilde wanted to persuade again, but was stopped by Alvetra, who shook her head slightly at her and said, "Don't talk about it, just let them follow, after all, they paid too much for this promise. What a heavy price."

Brynhild was stunned for a moment, and then he realized why those men were glaring at her.

This is their promise to stick to for thousands of years. If they back down at this last moment, wouldn't it be a great insult to their predecessors and ancestors?

So, they have to go!

Not only to witness Grendel's death, but also to personally end this grievance, and draw a perfect cessation for the ancestor's promise that spanned thousands of years.

"Warriors, drink this glass of wine!"

"Sail into the sea with a threaded bow, charge with Odin's blessing, and fear not death and pain, for this is our long-cherished wish!"

Amid the blessing songs of their wives, mothers or daughters, the men raised the cups made of ox horns solemnly, and then drank the blood-red spirits in one gulp.

"Set off!!!"

Wigraf held up his broken blade and let out a battle cry like a thunderous explosion.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

The men screamed in the sky, raised their shields and swords and followed Vigraf, heading towards the snow-covered mountain range in the distance.

Lord ordered Brobee, Dongshilang, and Xiaowu to stay in the town to prevent the dragon from suddenly rushing out of the cave and causing casualties to these residents, and then he took the Valkyrie with him.

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Although these Viking men were wearing armor, they were able to travel at no slow speed. Under the leadership of Vigraf, they quickly crossed the mountain along the rugged path.

After passing through the barrier of the mountains, everyone came to a swamp with dense vegetation. There were towering trees surrounded by several people everywhere. The dense branches and leaves were intertwined, covering the sky.

Obviously this is the legendary forest swamp where Beowulf defeated giants and banshees and finally died!

Wigraf has been here countless times. Even in this huge forest swamp, he still leads the crowd with ease, across this ancient swamp, to the final destination of their trip!

At the end of this forest swamp, there is a dark tunnel that can accommodate several people in parallel, extending diagonally downwards, and the end cannot be seen at all.

Standing on the edge of the tunnel, you can still vaguely feel the piercing yin wind coming from the bottomless abyss, as if the evil dragon was breathing. The few young men in the room were already sweating profusely at the moment.

Wigraf took a deep breath, and was about to lean down to lead the way, but was stopped by Yarvette, who was beside him:

"The next road, let us Valkyrie take the lead."

After all, regardless of whether he agreed or not, the Valkyrie and the other Valkyries pulled out the silver swords around their waists, lined up in two or three formations, protecting Lord in the middle, and then slowly leaned over and entered the tunnel among.

Wigraf was silent for a while, he understood Yallweite's meaning, so he waved for the others to follow, and entered the cave one after another behind a group of Valkyries.

There was no light in the entire tunnel, and the road under her feet was quite rough and steep. In order to take care of the mortals behind her, Yarvette raised her hand and released a magic spell to illuminate the entire dark tunnel.