Continuation of training 1.137

Viggo was in the depths of the cavern, near the end of the ramp that led to the exit. He had not even been able to advance more than a hundred meters, since as soon as he decided to go beyond the ramp, the ogres from their lairs heard him and began to leave. One by one was dying under the mighty cuts of Viggo, but the same agonizing roars called the next and so on.

Viggo killed the last ogre, his body was covered with monster blood as he breathed heavily. At first, he started counting, but after the number twenty he lost count and concentrated on just killing. Each ogre was a war machine, with animal strength and a beastly instinct. A fierce attitude developed by years of territorial struggles and a great need to hunt to survive. The minotaurs of the dungeon could not even be compared to him in brutality and animal instinct.

Viggo looked around the cave, focusing his touki in his ears in case he heard any enemies approaching, but it seems that after killing the last ogre, the road had been cleared. Viggo felt like getting out of the cave, drinking water, and lying in the grasslands. However, now was the time to move forward and explore.

The ramp was the first part of a refined stone architecture. At the base of the cave, the stone floor was paired with a structure of large stone pastelons. The walls were flat and chiseled with beautiful engravings like intertwined vines. The pillars thick, with flat faces and marked with dwarf words. The pure entrance stretched more than a hundred meters in all directions, forming a perfect square. However, such architecture was stained by the debris formed by the stalactites that had fallen from the ground and the pieces of walls that had crumbled. At the same time, fog spread across the ground while the whole place smelled of moisture and animal. Also, animal bones with complete structures scattered everywhere.

Viggo advanced to the central pillar, more than two meters wide, and began to look at the dwarf engravings. Faye had taught Atreus and he had grasped some knowledge. Viggo could not be compared to his little friend; an academic. Viggo could read the language, but he always had some difficulty interpreting a word in the right way.

Viggo spent more than half an hour reading what the pillar said:

<<I Thorin, I write in stone my curses against the All Father. Because after we had turned away from our land, branded us as sinful and forced our brothers in Svartalfheim to deny us, he separated us from our king. The raven god led him to another land, leaving us abandoned in this outpost. If it weren't for the fact that the base of the gorge is a nutrient-rich soil and we can plant food, we would have starved >>.

The rest of the text mentioned similar things, such as disturbing the sleep of the outpost warriors and sending monsters into the gorge, such as ogres and draugrs.

Viggo let out a sigh and found more and more reasons to kill the god king of these lands. However, he only possessed the goal, the reason, but not the means. To begin with, how did you get to Asgar? Viggo denied when he came across a question that now had no answer and muttered -What should I be doing now?-

Then Viggo remembered that he was investigating the cave at the bottom of the cliff. He had come in, he had fought with several dozen ogres and once he killed them all, he had concentrated on reading this pillar. So much information, he thought. He let out a sigh and looked behind his back. The corpses, huge and robust, of the ogres were still lying on the ground. Some with the jaw split in the middle of an axe. Another with his throat or stomach open, thus leaving his visors scattered on the floor.

Viggo skirted the pillar and moved forward looking at the surroundings. On the floor of cold black stone were some pieces of legs of chairs and tables, as if this place had been inhabited by intelligent beings before. However, according to the records of Odin's chamber, this place had been abandoned more than hundred years ago.

Viggo saw at the end of the entrance four huge gates chiseled into the rock wall. Each was more than three meters high and four meters wide. Viggo surmised that this would lead him to the interior rooms or the famous dwarf workshops. Viggo advanced through the first door on the right and advanced through a dark corridor. Everything was in complete darkness and the only thing that lit the way was the red aura of touki. At the same time, the aura sharpened Viggo's eyes and ears allowing him to move without difficulty.

The corridor was a thick square tunnel of perfectly chiseled stone. Some drawings were seen on the walls on huge golden metal portals. There was also a huge double-sloped temple that in the center became convex. On the roof of the temple stood a huge statue of a warrior in armor carrying a spear and a shield.

The mural showed some fantastic creatures, such as dragons, a huge snake, and huge humanoid creatures that were larger than mountains. Viggo looked at them one by one and memorized their figures and then wrote them down in his notebooks. Each knowledge would be a valuable clue that would take you closer to your goal.

At the end of the corridor, Viggo encountered small rooms chiseled into the rock. They were three meters deep by two meters high four meters long, where there was an oven and an anvil. There were also boxes with oxy swords in a corner and long metal bars lying next to the wall. Surely this was the industrial sector, where before the dwarves took a room and were dedicated to tempering their weapons.

The industrial zone stretched more than a hundred meters along like a huge corridor of high walls. Most likely, the rest of the other entries must have been the same, but Viggo decided to go ahead and review the other paths afterwards. The entrance to another corridor put an end to the industrial zone and Viggo was immersed in a darker place.

Once he left the hall, he came to a huge open space that rose inside a mountain cavity. It was huge, more than three hundred meters high, with houses designed on the walls of solid rock. Wide bridges that interconnected the different levels. Huge pulleys with thick ropes that descended from the top of the construction. Viggo raised his face and looked in wonder at such a construction. Nonetheless, all his tranquility was disturbed by a deafening roar. Viggo looked in all directions and saw an ogre crawl on all fours down a corridor. However, once he came out, the ogre stood up easily reaching five meters in height. It was huge, with dark skin and scales on its arms so hard that it looked like metal armor. On his back grew huge bumps that looked like thick stalactites. It was the alpha ogre, Viggo thought. The latter grabbed the axe with both hands and set out for combat.

At the same time, the ogre roared showing off his huge jaws and long fangs. He took a large piece of debris near him and threw it away as if it would weigh nothing. Viggo stepped aside and the piece of rock burst into the ground. The fragments were thrown in all directions, but Viggo with his touki was totally immune. Viggo once again evaluated the huge ogre and smiled. However, for some reason, he felt a kind of dejavu. He shook his head and began jogging in the ogre's direction. At the same time, the ogre began to move just like the apes, leaning on their knuckles. Viggo noticed the huge ogre getting bigger and bigger and the ogre saw Viggo more insignificant as a small insect. The ogre raised his powerful arms and unloaded them on Viggo. The latter jumped to the side, rolled, and rejoined. The ogre threw a horizontal slap and Viggo crouched down passing under the huge arm. The ogre continued his attack with clumsy but powerful punches that shook the ground, but Viggo kept dodging the blows and carefully looking at the composition of the beast. He was tall, strong, and fierce, but like all humanoid-type monsters, the inner parts of the arm, ribs, neck, and thighs were soft and weak. Outside his arms he appeared to be armored with powerful scales, but the inside of the wrists was completely exposed. Viggo let him throw other punches, forcing the ogre to make more open movements at the same time as he exposed himself. Once Viggo dodges a punch, he takes his axe with both hands and unloads it against his wrist. The bone broke instantly, and a prominent cut remained from which blood began to emanate. Viggo was left in the short reach and the ogre responded by throwing handcuffs. Viggo was dodging and retreating, until the ogre once again raised his hands and discharged them like two powerful hammers that shook the earth. Viggo jumped back, took the axe with one hand, and calculated the angle of the head and the location of the eyes. He threw the axe, and it flew to crash into his left eye and burst it. The ogre roared in pain and leaned back as if hiding his face. At the same time, Viggo channeled the mana to his right hand and called the axe and flew spinning in the air, and the handle fell right into the palm of his hand. Viggo smiled contentedly and grabbed the axe with both hands.

The ogre recovered from the blow and looked at Viggo with his only good eye. As before, he began by throwing punches and then raising his fists and whipping them to the ground. Viggo dodged one by one the blows and when the ogre extended his hands to catch him, he hit him with the axe and crushed his hands. The ogre began to despair and throw blows with greater force. Viggo just kept backing up, hitting when he should and waiting for a big move. The ogre did not make him wait and again committed the recklessness of raising his hands to crush. Viggo smiled confidently, jumped back, the monstrous fists hit the cold black stone ground, and provoked a tremor. At the same time, Viggo calculated the location of the only good eye and threw the axe at the ogre. Another roar of agony sounded, and the ogre covered his face with both hands. Once again, Viggo called the axe, and it flew obediently into his hand. Viggo knew it, he felt it, he was strong, he was in control, he could win with total superiority.

Within seconds, the ogre began to throw punches everywhere in desperation. Viggo took advantage of the fact that, in his madness, the ogre turned his back on him and ran, climbed on his back helped by the huge protrusions like stalactites and climbed on his shoulders. Viggo raised the axe with both hands, the ogre shook from side to side making it difficult to maintain balance, but nothing stopped Viggo. He screamed with all the fury in his heart and unloaded the axe. The damask steal fell like lightning splitting the ogre's head in half to the neck and killing him instantly. The body crumbled, and Viggo jumped out of the huge beast to fall on its feet on the cold dark stone floor. He was strong, he felt strong, he was in control, and, above all, he was sure that he could survive. At least, that's what he felt at the time. Almost thirty ogres plus an alpha is not a bad brand, isn't it?