Ignoring all the rumors in Black Hammer Castle, Rhodes resolutely led the Norscans into the Dark Forest for hunting. Facts have proved that his decision was correct. After entering the Black Forest, the Norscans
People have completely regained their vitality. They are natural hunters, natural warriors and butchers.
The Dark Forest is a symbol of terror and nightmare for the Imperial humans and the Kislevites, but for the Norscans, it is a holy place where passion and blood are released. They slaughter every animal they see, every animal they see.
beast.
The carcasses of wild deer, ponies, wild boars, and foxes were piled on the ground, and the camp was stained red with blood. They set up campfires and barbecued various game meats, usually tearing off the meat when it was half-cooked and stuffing it into their mouths.
The meat with blood is the most exciting, juicy and sweet...
In just three days, more than twenty animal pelts were collected. These pelts were transported back to Blackhammer Castle, loaded on cargo ships, and sold at the empire's ports, which was another good income.
However, for the Norscans, this is not enough. They need the strongest opponent. Those herbivores are definitely not worth fighting. Except for those wild boars and foxes, which are somewhat aggressive, other prey are not suitable for the Norscans.
They say, they are just lambs to be slaughtered.
Their spear throwing is extremely accurate. As long as the prey is shot, the prey will die. It is not due to the instant penetration, but the spear tip will remain in the prey's body after being shot. The prey flees in fear, leaving blood stains. North
The Ka people used these blood stains to find the hiding place of their prey, and finally killed the prey in a weak state. They succeeded many times and almost never missed.
However, they need stronger opponents, such as some werewolves, or beastmen... This is the real battle.
"Wild boar, wild boar, wild boar, in the past three days, I have killed so many wild boars, but I have not seen a single beast or werewolf. Have they all gone south? Because the forest here is too cold?"
After carrying the trophies back to the camp, the Norscan raiders sat in the camp and began to complain about their hunting life. They harvested a lot and killed many animals and beasts. But for the Norscans,
Killing is so normal, and the satisfaction brought by slaughtering prey is far from enough. They long for more blood. Like beastmen, they long to fight and drink the blood of their enemies. They long to see the enemy fall on their crotch.
The trembling body and expression below. These are things that cannot be achieved in the hunting life.
Many Norscans began to miss their original pirate life. In the Gulf of Kislev and the Sea of Claws, they robbed human ships one after another, whether merchant ships or fishing boats. In short, as long as they were human,
They all robbed, robbed their goods and property, and raped their women. This is the tradition of the Norscans.
"The forest is too cold? No, the beastmen are never afraid of the cold. They are afraid that if we come, they will all hide. No one can fight against the Norscan warriors. They are afraid."
A Norscan warrior with scars on his face said this. His voice was like the roar of a wild beast. After speaking, he tore open the thigh of a chicken and put it into his mouth. His teeth chewed the meat and bones.
It makes a clicking sound.
"Afraid? It's impossible to be afraid. Beasts know fear, but they are obviously not beasts. They are just a group of hoof monsters with lower IQs than beasts."
"I smash their heads, cut off their horns, and make toys for my son."
"Then you must have no chance. There will be no beastmen in this forest for a short time. They are all dead, at least they left before we swept up. Yes, I am sure..."
"Wine... no, not this, I want the dark beer brewed by the dwarves. Damn it, what is this? Is it water?"
The bonfire in the camp was burning brightly, and a group of Norscan raiders were sitting around the bonfire chatting. Rhodes sat among them, smiling and listening to the vulgar words of the barbarian men. Some of them involved fighting.
Some involve women. In the culture of Norscan raiders, these are two indispensable things in life. And Rhodes sat on the rock sharpening the sword and spear in his hands. In the past three days,
Here, he led this group of Norscans to hunt in the forest. Although the Norscans were experienced in hunting, Rhodes was superior in sensory abilities. He had sharper hearing and smell and could detect in advance.
They found their prey and led a team to kill it. In the past three days, these Norscan raiders had more trust in their king. They believed that Rhodes was almighty...
"Shh..."
Just when a group of Norscans were eating large chunks of meat and drinking heavily, Rhodes discovered something strange. The forest in the evening was filled with the smell of death. Although the other Norscans were not aware of the danger, Rhodes was.
Instinctively, I felt the danger coming. It was right around me. The real danger, the real terror, was greater than the threat from beasts and werewolves.
After Rhodes made a quiet gesture, the crowd stopped making noise. They all fell silent and listened carefully to the sounds coming from the depths of the forest.
The entire camp fell silent, so quiet that only the breathing of humans and horses was left. Soon, the packhorses neighed uneasily. They kicked their horses' legs nervously, trying to break free from the ropes, while the hunting dogs grinned deep into the forest.
Grow.
The leaves not far away trembled slightly. Now, several Norscan hunters also felt something strange.
They couldn't help but grasp the weapons in their hands. In the evening, an increasingly tense atmosphere enveloped the entire camp.
Suddenly, Serta's hunting dog broke free from the leash and ran deep into the jungle.
Several other hunting dogs could not control their hunting nature and ran away together. Soon, the Norscan hunters followed the direction in which the hunting dogs were running.
"Chase!"
Although he knew that this might be very dangerous, Rhodes immediately issued the order. The Norscans were eager to fight, a real battle, so let them go. Otherwise, they would have to hunt some small animals day after day.
Make them crazy.
The hunting team attacked in three groups, and a dark shadow flashed not far away. It flashed past like a whirlwind, but it further inspired the determination of these barbarians to catch it and kill it.
The grass and branches were being scraped, and the sunlight gradually dimmed in the evening forest. However, a real hunting was unfolding...