Ragnar awaited his execution but there was nothing outside, he could hear the commotion.
Ragnar's face creased into a smirk, his sons were here.
King Ragnar was a man who could defeat Erik the Berserker unarmed, there was no way his equal existed in this world or at least this was the ideology that people had adopted.
This blurred the line between viewing him as just a man or as a god.
Ragnar didn't care much about his condition because he expected this outcome.
There is no way his sons would let him die and this was the key to the victory.
Tyr had demonstrated that he was a skilled warrior and tactician even though his actions ultimately ended up in his advisor losing his eyes but it was what won them the war.
The gates to his prison opened and Ragnar was ushered out, people watched him like he was some demon from the bible.