In the far north of the frozen continent, there is a village with less than a hundred people. A man wearing a leather robe is sitting on the ice lake, as if he is concentrating on fishing, but it does not seem to be the case.
Since returning to the tundra continent two months ago, Adrian has taken away all his belongings and sent him to such a remote place.
This man is none other than Ragnar, the real Viking King in the eyes of the Vikings. The hope that he can change the barren status quo of the frozen continent is what many people want to live on.
But for more than two months, Ragnar seemed to really surrender to Adrian's strength, waking up at sunrise and sleeping at sunset every day.
As for the day time, he often sits on the ice sheet, either staring blankly at the sky, or reaching out to rub the snow.
During this period, countless families secretly sent people to express or hint their allegiance. But Ragnar turned a deaf ear to these things, and in the end he did not even open the lacquer on the letter.
Although all the visitors were very puzzled, they thought: This Lord Ragnar has really given up, so what should we do?
But they didn't get nothing, at least most of them got a frozen lake fish. Those who got the frozen lake fish returned Menmen to the family, and they didn't understand what was going on.
It's just that every family leader burst into laughter after seeing the ice lake fish. Some even recalled their cronies overnight, and intentionally or unintentionally severed their transactions with Adrian.
At this time, Tanya, the divine knight, was summoned to the village. She still looked cold, even though she had harvested three high-quality dragon crystals.
The morning light once again lit up the frozen continent. Ragnar still walked towards the ice lake, and then he cut a small hole with great skill. The fishing rod was extended into the water, and the ice floe was scooped into the snow with a scoop.
Behind him, there are always three people standing. They are Ragnar's cronies, and they have even reached the point where they eat and sleep together.
But even so, the three of them still abide by their duties. Ragnar may not care about his identity, but he must remember his position.
They were waiting, waiting for an order from Ragnar, waiting for their long-cherished wish and unwillingness to wait for more than ten years. Heavy snow fell slowly, decorating the frozen continent and decorating the leather robes of the four people.
"How long will this kind of life continue? If Lord Ragnar refuses to provoke a war, then I will simply go to the village alone and die happily!"
"I don't like waiting like this, without even knowing what I'm waiting for. My subordinates are already restless, and I'm no longer patient."
The speaker drew out the scimitar from his waist, and then burst out with a fighting spirit unique to swordsmen. The thick fighting spirit blew away the snow and shattered the ice under his feet.
This man's name is Oceanos, he has a cold-blooded character, and is only one step away from reaching the peak. He has been standing on the ice sheet stupidly for more than two months, and this is the limit of what he can tolerate.
As a traditional Viking, Oceanus felt that his leader was too forbearing. In his opinion, regardless of winning or losing, just having a big fight would be enjoyable and comfortable.
As for the so-called "subordinates" in his mouth, they were two hundred personal guards who swore allegiance to Ragnar. Although the number was small, each one had the strength of a low-level warrior.
"Gods are above us, we need to be careful in this matter. The gods will send down their decrees in the dark, and we Vikings just need to follow them."
"War is cruel and does no good to the frozen continent. Since the God of War has no instructions, we should wait patiently."
"Also, tell those Iron Guards to drink less ale. We don't have much gold coins left now, so it's best to fill our stomachs first."
A man with a garrulous voice answered and kept his hands on his chest, which was exactly the way the Vikings prayed to the gods.
This man's name is Glaber, and he is Ragnar's eldest child. Although he is frail and sickly, he is extremely proficient in calculations and has an almost twisted obsession with gold coins.
He has an indifferent attitude on whether to launch a war, because in his eyes, only gold coins can be exchanged for food, because food is what the Vikings need most.
Only the superiors will care who is the king of the frozen continent. For thousands of ordinary people, it is just a different person, and there is no fundamental change at all.
Those who should be deprived of food still don’t have food; those who should be freezing to death in dark alleys still won’t see the sun the next day; those who should be dissatisfied are still dissatisfied; those who should be complaining are still complaining.
"Both of you are native-born Vikings, and the one below is a stranger who was rescued by Lord Ragnar."
"As a Bastard of the West, I have no right to speak, but as Lord Ragnar's confidant, I agree with this wait."
"We have been waiting for ten years, do you two still care about this little time? War is never as simple as it seems, and the most important thing is that Lord Tanya is not here now."
"It is easy to kill Adrian, but it is troublesome to make all the Viking nobles surrender. If these are not solved, what is the point of launching a war?"
The last of the three spoke, with a smile on his face, making it difficult to see what he was really thinking.
This man's name was Onomamus, and he was a prisoner saved by Ragnar in his early years in the Principality of Sisei. Because he disdained the hypocrisy of the Lord of Parma City, he actually burned down the library, and was therefore dubbed
Known as "Cisse Cancer".
From that day on, Onomamus followed Ragnar for ten years. From the initial scorn, to the current oath of allegiance.
And among Ragnar's cronies, Onomamus is also the smartest one, at least the one who knows how to assess the situation.
Through his wisdom, Onomamus won the trust of Ragnar and the admiration of a group of rebellious Viking warriors.
The snow was still falling, and although the three of them argued constantly, no one really left. Ragna suddenly raised his fishing rod, and saw a frozen lake fish thrown into the snow.
"Everyone, do you know how long the shelf life of this frozen lake fish is? How many days have passed since I came into contact with the major families?"
Ragnar's voice sounded slowly, and then exploded in the ears of the three people, but was finally pulled to the ground by the snowflakes. Ragnar put away the fishing rod, and endless killing intent seeped out of his eyes.
"The frozen lake fish is the most delicious, but even in the cold permafrost continent, this deliciousness can only last half a month. After half a month, although it is still edible, the taste is much worse."
Ragnar put the frozen lake fish into the basket and then stood up slowly. First, he patted the hot-tempered Oceanus on the shoulder to signal him to calm down.
Then he nodded to the nagging Graber, seeming to appreciate the other person's concerns. Finally, he stood in front of "Cisse Cancer" Onomamus and sighed softly.
The wind and snow became more and more violent, and the four of them returned side by side along the same path, but the footprints behind them quickly disappeared, as if they had never appeared.