The sound of war drums sounded in the parish.
The priests, whose faces were smeared with white ashes, wore crowns decorated with shells and animal teeth, and held horns in their hands. They were almost naked and danced imitating beasts around the altar against the backdrop of the bonfire.
"Oh God!"
The followers responsible for protecting Yinsak crossed themselves with their hands in fear. They felt ashamed to be trapped in this pagan sacrifice.
Yinsak frowned. He watched the Viking who volunteered as a sacrifice, being served by several Viking women, combing his beard, taking off his armor and weapons, and the look on his face Smeared with black sludge, his face looked solemn.
"I don't understand why he would take the initiative to die?" Yinsak muttered to himself.
"He is not going to die. He is going to the Hall of Valor to live with the great warriors of ancient times until Ragnarok comes." Ulf held a glass of wine and handed it to Yinsak and said to him.
"But is it worth sacrificing a warrior?" Yinsak shook his head. He couldn't understand the thoughts of these barbaric Vikings. What did they imagine death to be like? Only then will there be no hesitation.
"Well, death is not the end." As a time traveler, Ulf, of course, could not understand at first the North people's behavior of voluntarily becoming sacrifices to the gods and sacrificing themselves, but gradually he seemed to have assimilated from the inside out.
In the harsh Nordic environment, people are faced with various deaths at any time. If they cannot numb themselves with various grand stories, I am afraid that the entire ethnic group will collapse. Therefore, those people on the warm British island seem to Things that are barbaric and incomprehensible actually have their reasons.
What's more, Ulf had already talked with the North warrior who took the initiative to be the sacrifice, which reminded him of the situation at that time.
In the dark room, Ulf asked him the reason why he wanted to be a sacrifice. The North warrior looked around and then carefully showed Ulf a wound on his abdomen and a wound on his leather armor. Down there, there has been a festering infection.
"It's hopeless, but I've been staying away from other people for fear of being discovered by them." The North warrior had been very calm, as if the wound had grown on someone else, "I thank the gods for giving me This opportunity, I have been pursuing honor all my life, and I will never be abandoned by others and rot in the mud."
"Well done, you will definitely sit between Thor and Loki and tell them about your adventurous life." Ulf pursed his lips, nodded, and put his arms around the back of the North warrior. neck, put her head against his forehead and said.
"Yes, Valkyrie will fill up the wine for me, I will drink it and tell my story to Odin." A joyful smile appeared on the face of the North warrior, and he said to Ulf with satisfaction.
"Woo~~~."
A sound of horns brought Ulf back from his thoughts. He drank all the wine in the cup and then stepped forward.
At this time, people in the entire venue fell silent, watching Ulf's every move.
"Bring the sacrifices." Ulf stood in front of the bonfire, with a blazing flame as high as one person behind him and a bluestone slab beside him.
At this time, following Ulf's order, the North warrior who volunteered to be a sacrifice proudly stroked his brown-red beard that hung down to his belly. He was wearing a pure white coarse linen shirt. When he As he passed the crowd, the other Norse warriors all touched his body with their hands.
There were also friends and partners he was familiar with who excitedly reached out to hold his hand, or hugged him warmly, and whispered in his ears. The North warriors who served as sacrifices listened solemnly and attentively.
"What are they doing?" Yinsak asked Vargas curiously.
"Oh, this! They have something to tell their ancestors or deceased relatives. They hope that the person who will be the sacrifice can bring something to them." Vargas glanced at Yinsak and said to him calmly.
"Oh, is that so?" Yinsak opened his mouth in surprise. He didn't expect the Viking customs to be so weird, but there was an indescribable and strange solemnity. People seemed to really believe that the Norse warriors who served as sacrifices , can communicate with yin and yang.
When the Norse warrior finally walked through the crowd and walked to the bluestone slab, the priest stepped forward and began to dip pine branches in water and pat him cleansingly, while the Norse warrior stood quietly.
"Bring that priest up." Ulf glanced at the side and immediately ordered to his men.
The priest was also wearing a coarse linen shirt. His thin body was trembling in the cold wind. Standing next to the strong North warrior, he looked like a child, but no one would laugh at him. Instead, they would nod at him.
"Is there anything you would like to say to your deceased relatives?" Ulf said to the parish priests who were rescued nearby.
"No, no." The clergy turned pale with fright. They lowered their heads and did not even dare to take a look at Father Robert, who had saved them.
Seeing that no one came forward to talk, Ulf nodded to the priest and agreed to start the sacrifice. The bonfire seemed to burn more intensely, and the firelight illuminated everything. The North warriors all raised their shields and axes and cheered.
"Give them wine." At this time, Vargas said loudly.
Soon, Ange and several shieldmaidens each held a bowl of malt wine in their hands and walked towards the sacrifices. The cup holding the malt wine turned out to be a gold cup in the church.
"Gudu, Gudu." The North warrior who took the initiative to serve as a sacrifice picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp, then lay down calmly on the bluestone.
"Lord, please forgive me." Father Robert looked pale, but he refused the wine Ange handed over and just prayed with trembling hands.
"This is blasphemy, blasphemy against the Lord. Your soul will not ascend to heaven." At this moment, suddenly, the chief deacon hiding in the crowd did not know whether he was stimulated or spoke indiscriminately because of fear. , said loudly.
Ulf frowned and turned his attention to the chief deacon. With just one look, he was dragged out of the crowd.
"He died for you, you should be grateful." Ulf walked up to the chief deacon, knelt down and said to him calmly.
"No, no, he was bewitched by the devil." The general deacon was shaking all over, his fat face covered with beads of sweat. He shook his head and denied.
"Hmph." Ulf didn't bother to pay attention to this idiot. He waved his hand and asked his men to take the chief deacon down.
"Where are you taking him?" Yin Sak asked in surprise.
"Of course this kind of coward should be chopped into pieces and fed to pigs." Vargas said lightly.
"What?" Yinsak looked at them in shock. At the same time, the priests stepped forward and slashed the throats of the North warriors and Father Robert who served as sacrifices with sharp sickles. Blood quickly poured out of the wounds. , flowed on the bluestone slab, and soaked into the land below along the bluestone slab.
