"Yes, we have never seen a berserker with such outstanding fighting skills, but we have also never seen such a violent warrior." Ange said to Ulf.
The Danish berserker named Luther holds a long-handled ax and wields it wantonly among the enemies. Anyone who attempts a sneak attack or wants to wait for him to tire will be surprised to find that this berserker is extremely cunning. He will not waste a single bit of energy, but at the same time, he seems not to be afraid of any pain or wounds, and will often even resort to killing each other. This terrifying attack method is frightening.
"It's like he doesn't know what death is." Ange recalled the situation at that time and said that during the heavy rain, Luther was besieged by dozens of Finnish pirates. They even used bows and arrows, but Luther was holding the arrow. But Se had no fear, he ran over and split the enemy in half.
Such a terrifying warrior without drinking any potion frightened the Finnish pirates. They fled in panic, leaving only the roaring Luther, with his red hair, standing out in the heavy rain.
"Then why didn't Hrolf recruit him?" Ulf asked strangely.
"Recruited, but the berserker named Luther seems to ignore no one except the prophetess's orders." Ange said with a shrug.
"Then it seems that it is necessary for me to visit this prophetess again." Ulf touched his chin. He wanted to see what this Danish berserker looked like.
The prophetess lives in the black forest of East Hamar, where there is a sanctuary dedicated to the gods. The priests perform mysterious rituals every day to please the gods or appease the anger of the gods, under the tall trees. In the tree hole, an uninvited guest came today.
"I, Ulf, the new lord of East Hamar, offer sacrifices to the sanctuary." Ulf came here with Visid. They brought a pure black goat and a white cow. In addition, he also brought a handful of jewels. When Ulf placed these offerings in front of the prophetess, she was unmoved.
"Bless you Lord of East Hamar, the gods will be watching you." The prophetess sat in front of the altar. She gracefully stretched out her slender arms, and her white palms stretched out towards Ulf, with five green onion-like branches. Her fingers and long scarlet nails bloomed in front of him like charming flowers.
"?" Ulf looked confused. He didn't understand what it meant. Wisad behind him stepped forward and whispered in his ear.
"Lick her palm," Witside said to Ulf.
"What?" Ulf was surprised and thought he had heard wrong, but after Verside's repeated confirmation, he had no choice but to step forward, stick out his tongue and lick the palm of the prophetess's hand, giving it a sour taste. Filling his mouth, Ulf felt a little disgusted, but now that he had something to ask the prophetess, he had no choice but to suppress the disgust in his heart.
"Lord, what else do you want?" The prophetess retracted her palm with satisfaction, and then asked lightly.
"I would like to ask about the luck of this expedition to Britain." Ulf coughed softly. Of course, he was embarrassed to ask the prophetess for berserkers, so he first found a public reason to ask.
"I understand." The prophetess looked at the black sheep, white cows, and jewelry in front of her and was very satisfied, so she no longer refused. The prophetess asked the priest to bring a bag, which contained some crisp and clear sounds when shaking. The loud thing sounded like a stone to Ulf. The prophetess was seen burning the choking smoke at the statue, and then she greedily inhaled the smoke.
The prophetess, who was full of smoke and dust, gradually entered a state of confusion, and Ulf couldn't help but cover his mouth and nose. He knew that the smoke must be poisonous mushrooms and other fungi in the forest, which can paralyze the nerves. It has a hallucinogenic effect, and if you smoke it too much, it will definitely be bad for your health.
"Crash." The prophetess poured out the contents of the bag and saw some smooth pebbles inside, but these pebbles were engraved with strange symbols. After playing with them for a while, the prophetess seemed to feel something.
"How's it going?" Although he didn't really believe in these divination, he still couldn't help asking when faced with the unknown Ulf.
"I saw huge waves, Jörmungandr writhing on the bottom of the sea, a black wolf running in the wilderness, blood soaking the beach on the coast, the crown rolling into the sand, two brothers fighting, crows Flying across the sky~~~~." The prophetess's palms moved among the cobblestones, and she kept mumbling to herself. The unclear words even made Ulf have to lower his head to listen, but soon the woman The prophet stopped mumbling in his sleep.
"What do she mean by these words?" Ulf looked at Verside next to him in confusion, and the other person also had a confused look on his face.
"Ah~~." Suddenly, the prophetess who lowered her head suddenly raised her head. She was like a drowning person who suddenly surfaced, breathing heavily in air, and her chest heaved violently.
"Prophese, are you okay?" Ulf hurriedly stepped forward to help her. The prophetess, who was as weak as if she had lost her bones, fell into Ulf's arms. A strange herbal fragrance penetrated Ulf's arms. The husband's nose made him want to sneeze.
"Huh, I'm fine." The prophetess slowly woke up, pushed Ulf away, and said a little tiredly.
"That's good." Ulf retracted his hand in embarrassment. He saw the runes on the stones on the ground, and thought that they seemed to be Niru script, an ancient Nordic script that absorbed hieroglyphs and phonetic ancient scripts. , but it's a pity that the Norse only used it as a divination tool.
"What else do you want?" The prophetess raised her head feebly. Apart from the dark circles under her eyes and pale face caused by drug abuse, the prophet was actually a very beautiful woman. Ulf was stunned and coughed.
"I heard that you have a berserker here, Prophet. Can I meet him?" Ulf said quickly.
"Berserker?" The prophetess seemed strange, and she glanced at Ulf in confusion.
Surprisingly, the prophetess did not reject Ulf. In fact, she felt that Ulf could not take the berserker away at all, so she stepped down from the altar and led them deeper into the tree hole.
Following the winding and moss-covered path, they finally came to a place full of mushrooms deep in the tree hole, where the Berserker Luther was curled up in a blanket, like a man trapped in time. As motionless as an abandoned sculpture.
"My name is Ulf, I am the new lord of East Hamar, hello." Ulf stood in front of Luther and greeted him.
But Luther didn't even raise his eyelids. His blue eyes stared straight at the mushrooms growing on the roots of the tree in front of him, as if he was not interested in anything else in the world.
"Lord, I think it's better to forget it. His soul seems to have fallen into the underworld." Viside frowned. He seemed to have seen too many warriors like Luther. It can be guessed that something must have happened to him. Something terrible had happened, something that had torn his soul into pieces that he couldn't put back together.
"We are going to fight in Britain. Are you willing to follow us on the adventure?" Ulf sighed, with some regret in his heart. This berserker named Luther is so strong. If he can join his team, he will definitely bring Big advantage.
"Oops, who asked you to mention that name." But as soon as Ulf finished speaking, the prophetess's face changed, and she said loudly.
"What's the name?" Both Ulf and Viside were a little surprised. They didn't seem to say anything, but Luther, who was curled up against the root wall of the tree, reacted. His body began to shake, like a low roar. The whining sound came out.
"I blame me for not telling you in advance. The word Britain is taboo in front of him." The prophetess also had to take a few steps back, and she said to Ulf.
"Britain?" Ulf thought. Could it be that this berserker named Luther had gone to Britain and something happened to him there, so he had such a big reaction.
"Oh oh oh~~." Suddenly, a roar sounded, Luther rose from the ground, and he rushed towards Ulf.
