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The Son Of Ragnar

One must see through the deceit of one's very own truth. Do you believe in the Old Gods? This story follows the life of a young African boy, who was ripped from the life he had known and thrown into an unforgiving one where a single mistake could cost him everything. Being branded a "thrall", he was to be sold but an unforeseen event swept him ashore in the heart of the Norsemen, the Vikings. What fate has the Gods chosen for this child? is it one of salvation or one of destruction? COVER IS OWNED BY ME!

Kelvin_A · 歴史
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518 Chs

A Day To The War...

The bloodstained ground showed that first blood was drawn but by who? Erik's pupils dilated in excitement, he was shocked by what had occurred and that was Tyr cutting the fingers of Wolf.

The fingers holding his blade, he had severed four of the five fingers forcing the broad blade to hit the ground with a thumping sound.

Tyr gained the upper hand as Wolf reeled back in pain, his face expressing so many emotions but the most prominent one was disbelief.

Tyr planned on using this opening to his advantage seeing as Wolf could only defend himself right now. Tyr threw an ax at his head but he managed to block it by raising his shield, by doing this, he also blocked his line of sight.

This was exactly what Tyr aimed for, Tyr was a strategic fighter and used his brain rather than strength in battle.

Wolf felt his body buckle to the right side, Tyr had severed it when he raised his shield to block his ax earlier because it left his lower body vulnerable just as Tyr intended.