The Son Of Ragnar



Tyr knew he had to pull his weight and this was not because the situation required but rather, because his ego was at stake.

He gave his word that he would handle it and this man was proving to be a lot trickier than he anticipated but this was mainly because Tyr had no intention of showing his full fighting capabilities, not yet at least.

*"You vermin! I will send you right to hell!"* The man said in a language that Tyr couldn't comprehend but he knew that whatever he was saying wasn't good.

He didn't care much for it.

Tyr cracked his neck and then it appeared, a bloodlust so intense that it made his enemy momentarily see a vision of himself dying.

Tyr's eyes had changed, they became lifeless and every high-ranking warrior felt it.

It was like a chill that came with the wind, the enemy's body language changed to a defensive one as Tyr began walking towards him with his bloodied axes drawn,

The enemy had never felt such hatred directed at him but he assumed this was the work of the devil.

"Ha! I see you have taken your true form, devil!" The man blurted out but a blood-curdling grin crept up on the young warrior's face.

Tyr liked that he could see fear on the man's face, this was enough to tell him that whoever this man was, he was not as resolved as he thought.

Tyr chuckled as he kept walking towards him and the closer he got, the more intense the feeling of fear got for the man of God.

He knew he had to strike and he did just that, the man attempted to stab Tyr and Tyr did not even attempt to dodge his sword, it stopped mere inches from his body as if the man's mind had broken. It was like he was in a trance-like state.

Tyr casually walked past him and slit his throat in one move bringing the man back to reality.

He helplessly held his throat, trying his best to stop the bleeding but Tyr had severed an artery.

There was no way he was surviving as he fell to his knees before falling face-first into the boat.

The boat was filling up and they had to leave, everyone cheered the Ragnarsson's brothers as they just wiped out an entire unit by themselves but the element of surprise aided them in this

The enemies were distracted because they knew they also had to hold their line in case the others boarded the boat.

There was no way that they could kill or even harm Bjorn if they were distracted but the notion of God protecting them made them complacent as it seemed that the deity that won that battle was that of the Norsemen.

"YYYAAAYYY!" Tyr screamed at the top of his lungs, raising his axe to the sky as a thundering cheer echoed. The men screamed as this was the boost they needed but this boost was not because Tyr had defeated one man but because Bjorn had defeated multiple.

These warriors were in no way weak but Bjorn gave the Vikings that impression and now they had the belief that they could kill them just as easily.

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King Ragnar was terrified of Tyr, he didn't know that Tyr had such a powerful killing intent, no one should have something that intense as this far surpassed that of Erik.

Baard, on the other hand, was excited because it has been a very long time since he had felt something like that, the goosebumps he got told him that. This was a skill that only high-ranking warriors could achieve, one that Ragnar himself had not. Suddenly, the prophecy did not just feel like a prophecy anymore.

The boats made contact with the barricade and with no one there to oppose them it was a stroll in the park.

Bjorn and Tyr returned to their boats but the only difference was that Bjorn returned to his where Hagen and Rolf were because he wanted to be with his men should they encounter more men while Tyr returned to his.

Bjorn stole the spotlight among the low-ranking warriors but the superior ones, they all noticed that killing intent from Tyr and he was the unsung hero.

"Fascinating…" Grjötgard blurted out, he was interested in Tyr but Salgard felt a strange shudder.

"What the fuck was that? It is just like…!" Salgard thought to himself with a sense of urgency.

"Are you okay brother?" Thorgard asked Salgard who quickly snapped back to reality.

"Of course, why do you ask?" Salgard questioned with a raised brow.

"Your hand…" Thorgard commented; Salgard looked down to see that he had reached for the hilt of his sword.

It was a reflex upon sensing Tyr's killing intent, Salgard brushed this off by not even offering a response, letting go of his sword.

They had overcome the obstacle but they had lost over fifty men doing so, if this loss would play a major role in the battle to come would be seen soon enough.

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The Vikings passed the first obstacle but this was a show of strength.

Bishop Calvin never expected his men to halt their advance but he wanted to use them to see how strong the Vikings were on sea.

This battle established one thing and that was the fact that the men weren't as skilled on water as they were on land.

Calvin had every intention of ending this battle on the sea as he had assembled his main forces already, in boats bigger than that of the Vikings and with real weapons that could be considered advanced for their time but this was because they had knowledge due to trading information with other regions across the sea.

They prioritized knowledge over wealth and in time that knowledge made them wealth so there was no downside to this as they had the edge over their invaders.

If they could not be defeated on water then there was no way for any Pagans to step foot on land ordained by God himself.