When Ulf's finger stopped in the crowd, the people there consciously moved aside. They saw the three North warriors who had offended Ulf, looking around anxiously and uneasily.
"Bring them up." Ulf rolled his eyelids and pointed at the three people and announced loudly.
The North soldiers were affected by this mysterious atmosphere and immediately rushed forward, grabbing the three people and pushing them to the altar.
When the three North warriors were forced to stand on the holy platform, although they pretended to be nonchalant, the fear in their eyes betrayed them.
Ulf stared at the three North warriors who were causing trouble for him. He stretched out five fingers and placed them in front of him, observing them from between his fingers.
The three Norse warriors wore traditional Nordic braids. They wore leather armor on their bodies, furs around their shoulders to keep warm. Their leather armor belts were inlaid with turquoise, and they exuded a beast-like stink.
"You can't fool us with your tricks." One of the North warriors, whose head was shaved except for a braid, was not afraid of Ulf's pretense, but said to him.
Ulf stared deeply at him with his blue eyes and smiled. When they walked onto the holy platform, their fate was already sealed.
"Rejoice, be excited, you have been chosen by the God of Thunder. He will lead you to fly in the sky. From now on, lightning and thunder will accompany you, and you will become thunder warriors." Ulf ignored the three of them. , instead he opened his arms and said loudly.
"What?" The three North warriors looked confused. They didn't know what Ulf was talking about.
"Now, let me help you get rid of this vulgar body and let your soul enter Valhalla." Ulf put down his hand and said to the three of them.
At the moment when the three of them didn't react, they only saw the cold killing intent flashing from Ulf's eyes.
next moment
Ulf had already pulled out the war hammer from his waist and struck one of them on the head. This heavy war hammer made of pure iron smashed the bald North warrior's Heavenly Spirit Cap into pieces, like a Ripe split pomegranate.
The other two people suddenly panicked. When they were pushed up, their weapons were missing for some reason. It was impossible to resist at this time.
Under the holy platform, Sigrid was smiling and playing with a short sword weapon in his hand, which should have been hung on one of the Norse warriors on the platform.
After Ulf killed a North warrior with his war hammer, the smell of blood as strong as rust immediately filled the holy altar, and splotches of blood sprayed on Ulf's face, as if blooming on a piece of white paper. The bright red flowers are blooming. Ulf wiped it with his hand, and bloody finger marks appeared on his face, making him look even weirder.
The originally noisy square became quiet due to this sudden killing. Even the brutal Northmen were stunned by all this.
Ulf turned to look at the other two North warriors. They had already felt the fear of death. One of them roared and rushed towards Ulf, trying to kill Ulf with his bare hands.
However, Ulf was already prepared to dodge sideways, and the warhammer in his hand hit him accurately on the head. The North warrior's body tilted, panting on the ground like a beaten cow.
Ulf did not let him go because of this. He sat astride him, raised the war hammer in his hand, and pointed it at his Tianling Cap.
Suddenly, the bones shattered.
Two times, blood spilled out.
Three times, white brain flowers flowed out along with blood.
The body of the North warrior under Ulf was twitching violently, and the boots on his feet kept hitting the ground, making a thumping sound.
The princess in front of the window sill of the castle was so frightened that she collapsed on the ground. She did not expect that the Vikings were not only cruel to the Angsa people, but even more cruel to their own people. This was not a sacrifice at all, but a killing.
Guzlen frowned. He didn't expect that Ulf would kill people in public on the holy platform, but now that his interests are tied to Ulf, he can't and won't do anything to stop it, let alone The three Norse warriors were not from their own tribe either.
Ulf felt his chest was burning and his heart was beating violently. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, stood up from the ground, and looked at the body of the North warrior he had killed.
When he turned back, he looked at the last North warrior.
The North warrior watched helplessly as his companions were beaten to death by Ulf with his war hammer. At this moment, he realized that they had become sacrifices in this ritual.
Even if he resists now and kills Ulf, it will not help, because other Norse warriors will nail him alive on the holy platform in order not to anger Thor. The Norse people are very sincere about their god. Provoke fear and awe.
Ulf's cold eyes were fixed on him. This time, Ulf did not choose to step forward and kill him. Instead, he extended his hand like a friend, as if inviting a friend to dine.
The North warrior steeled himself, took a deep breath, stepped forward and held Ulf's hand.
"Will Thor lead us?" he couldn't help but ask Ulf.
Ulf did not answer, but nodded firmly.
"Thor, Odin, the gods have the best destiny for me." He mustered up the courage to puff out his chest and stand on the holy platform facing everyone. His fearless spirit infected everyone.
"Wow, wow, wow~~."
In the square, the Norse people shouted the Viking war cry with all their strength, hoping that the gods in the sky would accept this warrior who was not afraid of life and death and take his soul to Valhalla by hand.
The North warrior raised his head and looked at the dark sky, where a door seemed to open. A magnificent and exquisite door slowly opened.
Valkyrie, who had a bright figure and skin as smooth as milk, was riding a Pegasus and rushed out of the gate. They kept running towards him. In the gap between the open gate, he seemed to see the sudden appearance of Thor, the God of Thunder. .
"Ping."
At this moment, a loud voice sounded inside his head, and then everything went dark.
Ulf ended his life with a warhammer from behind. He nodded with satisfaction and said: "Make their bodies into thunder warriors, and they will help us embark on the journey and never stop."
The North warriors in the square cheered like crazy, and some of them had tears in their eyes. With the souls of these three North soldiers accompanying them, they will surely defeat all enemies.
When Ulf walked down the altar, Guzrun stepped forward to hug him and whispered in his ear: "Boy, I really belong to you."
