There was a flash of lightning in the sky, illuminating the entire castle.
Ulf's eyes followed the lightning. Not only did he not have the slightest fear, but he was filled with joy. The thunder and lightning came at the right time.
I saw lightning continuously striking the iron rod at the top of the castle. The rusty iron rod turned into a torch.
The red color was hot and dazzling, and everyone's eyes were attracted by the lightning that kept hitting the iron rod. They didn't understand why the lightning in the sky kept hitting the iron rod. Ulf was hanging on the iron rod on the top of the castle, like In the dark, the gods are throwing lightning at it.
Ulf's eyes swept across the North soldiers who raised their heads and looked at the top of the castle in shock, and saw a trace of fear that rarely appeared in their eyes. Even the bravest Norse warriors are afraid of the elusive will of the gods. In this era where a little skin injury may lead to death, fear of the gods is essential.
"Thor, you are helping us." Ulf saw a pile of debris and wooden boxes placed in the middle of the square in front of the castle fortress. He strode forward and jumped up so that everyone could see it. After knowing himself clearly, he raised his strong arms, pointed at the iron rod that was constantly ringing with lightning strikes and sparks on the top of the castle, and shouted to everyone.
"Thor?"
"this......"
Ulf's words caused a commotion among the Norse people. They looked at each other, trying to figure out what was going on.
However, no one knows.
No one even dared to question Ulf, because the sky belongs to the realm of God, so even if Ulf lied, no one would verify it.
"No, it's impossible." Several North warriors who were enemies with Ulf gathered the courage to stare at Ulf standing in the center of the square with their eyes, and tried their best to squeeze out a weak and almost inaudible sound from their throats. questioning voices.
However, the sudden thunderbolt in the sky scared them so much that they had to retreat under the shelter of the roof. Everyone knew that once these terrifying lightnings were struck, even the bravest and strongest warriors would be killed immediately. No one Dare to face Thor's threat.
Ulf snorted contemptuously. He raised his face slightly and looked at the lightning flashing like silver. He looked directly at the sparks that continued to fall after hitting the iron rod.
In the eyes of the North warriors, Ulf was facing the terrifying lightning at this time. Under the bright lightning, he seemed to be transformed into the God of Thunder, standing in the center of the castle, and the lightning was just a toy in his hand.
"Thor." In the castle, Guzlen couldn't help but licked his lips. The bursts of thunder hovering above his head made the walls of the entire castle tremble. Except for him, in order to maintain his kingly demeanor, he kept his dignity. Sitting on wooden chairs, both Norse and Britons hid under the table.
Princess Roderet was in the room, hugging her son tightly. She covered her face with her hair and kept chanting the name of the Virgin. It is said that this can avoid the wrath of the Lord of Heaven.
Finally, the thunder stopped, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. At this moment, they were neither Norse nor Britons, they were just humble humans on the ground.
However, Ulf and others got busy. They took down the warhammer tied to the iron rod with an iron chain. Vargas brought three large buckets of cold water and poured it on it. The heat of the lightning had not dissipated, and it made a squeaking sound. The sound and the rising mist all showed the intensity of the chain of lightning that had just struck it.
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"Can this thing still be used?" When Vargas was holding the empty bucket, he looked at the war hammer that was almost deformed by lightning, and couldn't help but ask Ulf.
Ulf frowned and put his hands on his hips. He looked down at the warhammer he had made with his own hands and touched his chin.
I saw that the originally exquisite war hammer had all the carved patterns on it melted away and turned into a crack-like pattern, and many spike-like things appeared on the smooth and polished surface, making it look extremely ugly.
What's worse is that the warhammer was broken into two pieces in the middle by lightning, and the strong wood of the warhammer's handle was charred black, as black as a ball of charcoal, but fortunately it did not affect the swing after holding it.
"Does it need to be re-polished?" Ange also frowned and asked Ulf with his slender eyebrows.
"No, this is the war hammer that Thor gave us." Ulf shook his head. He just needed to package it, just like the so-called true cross of Christians, which is just a piece of rotten wood, but as long as people believe , it will become a true holy object.
When Ulf, holding the warhammer struck by lightning, appeared in front of Guzlun with Vargas and others, Guzlun was stunned.
"Honorable Lord Guzrun, Thor personally came to the top of the castle and used his lightning to imbue our warhammer with magic and power. With the power of this lightning, we will surely defeat all enemies." Ulf said loudly , his voice echoed in the entire castle hall. Lord North and the warriors who had already crowded the Lord's Hall stretched their heads to see this artifact.
Guzlen looked down at the warhammer wrapped in cloth with a suspicious look on his face. He wanted to use his hands to uncover the cloth, but Ulf reached out to stop him.
Ulf shook his head slightly at Guzlen and told him not to open the package, because the war hammer inside had broken into two pieces, and everyone would be disappointed if he opened it now.
How smart Guzlen was, he immediately realized Ulf's intention, so he nodded his head vigorously.
"Thanks to Thor, he will lead us to victory."
After finishing speaking, Guzrun immediately ordered a banquet to be prepared in order to thank him for coming to the top of the castle and watching the brave Norse warriors.
"Dear Lord Guzlen, we should immediately order someone to build an exquisite iron box and put this precious holy object in it. When it comes to the battlefield, this magical holy object will definitely destroy our enemies. To the eternal netherworld.”
Ulf was rather provocative and spoke to the North Lords and warriors in the hall.
"Oh oh oh oh~~."
The Norse warriors immediately burst into cheers, not knowing whether they arrived to cheer for the relics or for a banquet of free wine and food.
However, all this is irrelevant. Ulf has completely re-energized the soldiers who were demoralized by losing the crow flag.
