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Occasionally, dwarves who come down from the mountains for trade usually have a childish look. And the adults treated the Dwarves like friends.
Occasionally, I felt like the Dwarves were coming to play with children rather than trade.
They used to hang out with their children and climb nearby mountains, ride sleds in frozen lakes more than half the year, or pick up dense needlewood.
Hrrolf and Bervantos have been friends since childhood. To be precise, only when Herolph was a boy.
Dwarves, including the Vervantos, were not only friends of Hrrolf himself, but also of his father, grandfather, and grandfather, and they were all young children.
Unlike Dwarves, Humans become adults. So was Hrrolf. He spent as much time training with his weapon as he did playing.
And not just martial arts, but hunting skills. When I first caught the big elk along with my father, I felt an exhilarating pleasure that could not be compared to running.
After a while of hunting, the dwarves come down and don't play. The dwarves simply stare at the back of the grown-up Hrrolf, away, carrying a bow over their shoulders and going hunting.
Northmen in the Heavenly Mountains could not live on the hunt and trade alone. So they plundered it as if it were a routine task.
I used to raid the Northmen who live on the east coast, but they were also frustrated warriors, so there was a fierce and bloody struggle.
In scale, it was small enough that it was nothing compared to the Southern War, but it was fierce, cruel, and brave enough to surpass the southerners.
The people in the sanctuary today, including Hrrolf, were hunters and warriors, looters and butchers.
But that was the way they lived and worked, not the way they enjoyed plunder and slaughter.
Since his first battle and killing, he has killed countless people, and has traditionally become numb to killing people.
But at the same time, I felt an unknown emptiness and emptiness. I used to think of crows who were messengers of the gods. If we live like this and die, do we really have to go to the Hall of Warriors? Tell me.
After spending a long day fighting and fighting, you return to your hometown and see the dwarves again. And I felt overwhelmed for some reason.
You can't run like you used to when you were a kid, but Vervantos, who approached you, is now making fun of you like he used to, but his tears seem to burst out of his eyes.
My unchanging friend. I've covered myself in blood, but you're still smiling innocent.
Living in my hometown was lacking in many things and lacking in many things, but Harold found out why adults do not leave here. Home was truly a sanctuary.
That's why Hrrolf decided to settle down in his hometown and go hunting. The pillaging and carnage were not pleasant enough.
“W-what are you doing? Hiccup! It's been two years? A dragon crawled in! We're all gonna starve to death! ”
Vervantos was drunk and explaining himself without delay. Northmen, including Hrrolf, were listening with a serious look on their faces.
“That's why you're going after the heroes and the dragons. Then, will you go up through the village? ”
Bald and all over his face, an aged northern man with a beard to his chest asked Vervantos.
“Of course you do! Hiccup! Gunnar, you're still an idiot! ”
Even though he said it was stupid, the middle-aged warrior did not feel bad at all. However, the Northmen who were in the position stared at each other, but Hrrolf said with a slightly serious look.
“But the town is a little dangerous right now. The Pale Wanderer is killing people. Everyone's in a safe haven. ”
“Pale wanderer? What are you talking about? Forget the ghost shit. ”
“We don't know. A month ago, Aurora appeared in the night sky, and one by one, the person who was asleep the next day started to die without waking up. At first, I thought it was weird, but more and more people are dying, and there are only witnesses who say they saw a white drifter at night. So we just call it the Pale Wanderer, and we don't even know what it is. I tried to catch it, but if you follow it around the corner, it's definitely a dead end, and it's gone. ”
Vervantos frowns and looks at Hrrolf as if he can't straighten his head as if he's dizzy from the drink. Then he tilted his head and said.
“Aurora? Was Aurora in Hamar? ”
“It wasn't. That's why it's weird. It's snowing now, so I can't see it, but look at the clouds. Aurora wakes up at night. ”
Albrecht heard something strange. Turning her head, she looks a little stiff, too.
You shouldn't judge people from the outside, but Northern warriors don't seem like fools.
Albrecht looks at Hrohl and asks.
“How many of those pale vagabonds are there? ”
On Albrecht's question, Hrrolf turns his gaze at him and looks at Albrecht. Instead of answering quickly, I just looked at him for a moment and said.
“I don't know about that. Once you see someone, quickly hide and disappear. ”
Hrrolf looks back at Bervantos and asks if he knows anything about it, but he's already sleeping with his head on the table.
An awkward silence followed when the bridge between the Northmen and Albrecht was severed.
Albrecht gently hugs Vervantos, lays him down a little distance from the central furnace and covers his cloak.
The fireplace is dying, and Albrecht has put some firewood nearby. The fire did not eat the thick firewood right away, but rather, it was slightly less energetic.
As the fires of the furnace fail to light, the darkness begins to take over from the edge. There was a long shadow behind the people and it was stretching and shrinking.
Albrecht returns to his seat and asks, looking at Hrrolf. Hrrolf's face is still blunt, but the moving shadows make him look uneasy somewhere.
“I have to go catch a dragon. Looks like we'll have to pass through town. We'd better take care of that pale wanderer. Can you tell me a little bit more? ”
It was much more respected than it used to be. Hrrolf also politely replied to Albrecht's polite question.
“If the Vervantos brought you here to hunt dragons, you must be a mighty warrior. I don't mean to be rude, but honestly, there's no way. Aurora rises at night.It gets dark foggy in the town.No matter how hard you try, you fall asleep. The next day somebody's dead. And the town is getting weirder and weirder. ”
“What do you mean, it's getting weirder? ”
“Some people who watched the village from afar saw a dead man walking around. But when people flocked to watch for a long time, I didn't see anything like that. But there are more and more witnesses. I saw a dead man walking around. ”
What does this mean? ’
I met a Dwarf in Zairexl, heard about the lost boss of the world, and couldn't believe it when I walked around the yard going to catch dragons. I couldn't help but be embarrassed that I was walking around with a scarecrow or a dead man who secretly kills people, rats or birds.
No, how do I deal with this in the first place? Albrecht has been powerlessly assassinating real enemies. A wanderer who disappears like a scarecrow, or a wanderer who's already dead, how do you kill someone who has risen again?
You turn your head to see Vervantos, but you snore and sleep well in this serious situation. For now, after he wakes up, I think we should discuss a course of action. However, Albrecht wanted to see it firsthand.
You turn your head again and look at H'Ralph. North-Eastern warriors nearby, as well as Hrrolf, were all looking at Albrecht and Rosamund. Curiosity and expectations were young in their eyes. Now what do we do? Southern warriors.
Large northern tattoos, braided hair and beards, and a force that only the skilled man could recognize, and their thirst was mixed together, making them feel like the Governor.
Who vouches for all identities in this age? Even Dwarves? This was the time to do it. So it was an important age for witnesses and guarantors.
The Northern Warriors here were all friends of Bervantos when they were young. So I believed in him, and I believed in Albrecht and Rosamund, but I always believed in my guests, so I accepted them with my own heart.
What the Northmen considered important in accepting people were courage, bravery, boldness, honesty and credit.
Albrecht didn't care if they accepted him or not, and he didn't care. He just said what he wanted to say.
You turn your head to look at Rosamund. She gives you a bold nod, as if Albrecht didn't have to. Albrecht said without hesitation.
“I think we should go to town and see for ourselves first. If you want to follow me, you can follow me. ”
The Gunnars and the rest of the Northmen saw each other. They have company, and the rest of them are just face-to-face.
When I fought, I met my enemies and fought as an ally.
Surprisingly, they thought, well, separate the battle from the personal grudge. If necessary, they were also the ones who joined forces.
“I'll join you. You're the one Vervantos brought to kill the dragons. You must have shown us something. ”
Hrrolf opens his mouth first.
“I'd like to join you. Please join us. ”
“Let me in, too. ”
Seven people, including Hrrolf and Gunnar, entered the village with Albrecht to investigate the mysterious events.
Some didn't join, but not a single person sold them as cowards or cowards.
The Northmen's way ensured that individuals were fully free from participation and inaction in any battle. Neither the captain nor the captain could infringe on their rights.
And for matters that had already been decided, they had to be fulfilled beyond death. If he could not keep the case he had decided because he was afraid of death, he would not be a warrior but a northern society that would not be treated as a human being.
The fires of the furnace begin to give strength to the firewood planted by Albrecht. The shadow still grows anxiously and grows smaller, but the darkness that was occupying the corner shifts slightly.
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