The ancient scroll poems in the longhouse of the Winter Lord and the heroic stories that the Kamal people had never heard deeply attracted them. The long winter did not seem so difficult. Before they knew it, the three-day banquet passed. .
But what they didn't know was that on an inconspicuous island in the Oland Strait opposite, five longships were hidden in the grass of the island. Vargas sat on the beach and lit a bonfire. The bonfire was blown by the wind and seemed to be extinguished at any moment, but he was wearing a wolfskin coat and staring blankly at the waves crashing on the sea in the distance.
"It's been three days." Ange brought dry branches from a distance. Her hair was messy in the wind and she didn't have time to straighten it. She threw the firewood next to the bonfire and looked into the distance.
"It's been three days, no news yet?" Vargas stood up, patted the sand on his body, and asked Ange.
"No, something happened to Ulf?" Ange said worriedly. When Ulf brought them here, he was not in a hurry to attack the Makar tribe. Instead, he ordered Vargas and Ange to hide. He landed on the beach, found a caravan and got in.
"Since there is no news, there is no need to worry." Vargas walked to the grass, where his men had set up a tent. He lay comfortably on the ground covered with animal skins, and soon began to snore.
Ange frowned. She didn't understand why Vargas had so much confidence in Ulf. It was very dangerous to enter the Makar tribe alone. Although Smolan Yar was not known for his bravery, There is a reason why the Makar tribe has not raided for decades. There are high walls built there and the guards are vigilant. It is not easy to sneak into it.
"Get more rest! Don't worry about Ulf, that guy seems to have nine heads, and the Kamal people won't find it." Vargas in the tent murmured as if dreaming, and Ange looked back. Taking a look at Vargas, his heart was filled with hope again.
"Tok~."
"Tok~~."
The tender voices of children sounded all around, and Ulf played his flute and walked around surrounded by children. Even during the day, he wandered around energetically, bringing music and joy to the people of Makar, but he was He secretly understood Kamal's defenses clearly, and within these three days, he became the most popular bard among the Kamal people.
"What do you think of this bard named Tok?" Smolanyar and his wife stood in front of the lord's longhouse, looking at the previously solemn village and town, because of the existence of this bard, joy A lot, so Smolanyar asked his wife.
"What do you think?" Alfred turned to look at her husband and asked curiously.
"Maybe we should hire him and let him work for us." Smolanyar liked this story called Tok Bard very much. The colorful world and adventure stories were something he had never heard before, and even more The damn thing is that this guy always listens at critical moments, so the banquet is forced to continue day after day.
"Those must be stories from the divine world. Maybe he is not human at all." Alfred crossed her arms and stared at the weird Ulf with her beautiful blue eyes, a kind of longing quietly burning in her heart.
"God, hahaha, how is that possible?" Smolanyar laughed in confusion. He didn't believe that the gods would come here in the form of a bard, but he inherited this man named Tok. He is indeed a good bard. Tonight, Tok will give everyone a more unique performance, which makes him look forward to it.
After taking the children to play around, Ulf found a place and asked for some leather, and started peeling it with a sharp knife. No one knew what he was going to do. Not long after the children started to watch, Then he left without interest.
"What are you doing?" Just as Ulf was busy with what he was doing, Alfred's voice sounded next to him, but he did not panic and continued to do what he was doing.
"Tonight's show, dear lord and lady, can I ask for your help?" Ulf raised his head and said to Alfred.
"Oh, what is it?" Alfred asked curiously.
"It's not a big deal, but it is very important for tonight's banquet." Ulf said with a smile.
As night fell, people gathered at the banquet. At this time, the people of Kamal no longer had much thought about drinking and having fun. They were all looking forward to the arrival of Ulf. Among them, Lord Smolanyar was the most active. Sometimes he stretches his neck to look out, and sometimes he stands up.
With the sound of a bone flute, Ulf came in with a bag, but was stopped by Yaot Vadir at the door because there was a sound of metal colliding from inside the bag.
"What's in here?" Yaot Vadir looked at Ulf warily and asked him.
"It's a prop, a prop used for performance." Ulf replied with a smile.
"Take it out, I want to check it." Yaot Vadir said forcefully to Ulf.
"What's going on?" Lord Smolanyar was already a little impatient. He saw Ulf and Yaot Wadil standing at the door and asked loudly.
"Lord, I request to check his luggage." Yaot Vadil said to Smolan Yar immediately.
"Oh?" Smolanyar frowned. He stood up from his seat and strode towards the door.
"There is a sound of metal in here." Yaot Vadir saw the lord coming, pointed at Ulf's luggage, and said to Smolanyar.
"Tok, what's going on?" Although Smolanyar's expression did not change, there was a little suspicion in his eyes. Although he liked Ulf's story, he would not relax his vigilance because of it.
"This is the prop for tonight's show." Ulf smiled, took out some small toys made of iron and leather from his backpack, and placed them on Yaot Wadil and Smolan Yar in front of.
"What is this for?" Smolanyar asked enthusiastically.
"You will understand soon." Ulf said to Smolanyar calmly.
Seeing that there were no weapons or anything that might pose a threat, Yaotwadil couldn't say anything more, so he could only let Ulf walk into the hall with his luggage, and everyone watched with interest. he.
"Tok, are you going to continue telling us the story of The Elder Scrolls today?"
"I can't wait."
"Don't listen to it every time when it's critical."
The people in Kamal complained to Ulf one after another, but Ulf did not panic and put down his luggage.
"People of Kamal, I will bring you a more novel story, and this time I need your cooperation to help me." Ulf said to everyone.
In the confusion of the people of Kamal, Ulf ordered people to close the door tightly, and then let the candles in the hall gradually extinguish, leaving only the whale oil in the tong pot still burning, but the whole hall began to dim. .
"Madam Lord." Ulf nodded towards Alfred, which made Smolan Yaner curious. He didn't expect that his wife was also involved.
Alfred and his maid came over holding a piece of white linen cloth. Under Ulf's arrangement, they straightened the sheet, and a white curtain appeared in front of everyone.
"Dear Lord, please sit here." Ulf asked Smolanyar to get down from the Lord's chair and sit at the long table like everyone else. Then he walked behind the curtain and counted the numbers. Ten candles were lit behind the curtain.
"What is he going to do?"
"Are you going to perform witchcraft on us?"
"Hahaha, Tok's shadow is so strange."
The people in Kamal looked at the scene in front of them strangely. They didn't understand what Ulf wanted to do, but at this moment the bone flute sounded again.
"Oh, what is that, is it a dragon?" The people in Kamal saw a three-headed dragon appearing in the light and shadow. Although the dragon was a bit weird, under the action of light and shadow, the people in Kamal still understood it intuitively. Feeling the fear, they saw the appearance of a dragon with their own eyes for the first time outside of the story.
