"Son, it's not in the right place, come again. ”

"Yes, father. ”

Under the clear blue sky, in the dense forest, the dappled sunlight still shines on the meadow of a man and a boy, both of whom are typical Scandinavians, with similar faces and muscular bodies that contain great strength.

At this time, in such a deserted forest, every tree is towering into the sky, and when passing through the bottom, it is impossible to feel the blessing of the sun, and under such a big tree, the shadow has covered all the land, and no plant that still needs the blessing of the sun can grow and survive in such a place.

This environment is not suitable for human survival, because the scarcity of sunlight caused by tall trees makes this area a paradise for all kinds of monsters, and almost every day under the dead leaves, there are countless insects, because only in such an environment can they avoid predators.

The father was training his son in battle, not hunting for food, but killing in human units, drawing human shapes on trees, trying to chop and pierce from different angles with weapons.

The trees that grow here are so old that their trunks are as hard as steel, and even a fire can't light them, and such a forest will always exist if it doesn't encounter calamity.

This is a remote part of Scandinavia, a place where human footprints cannot be treaded, and even the well-informed bards have only a half-understanding of the environment of such a place, and can only weave stories with imagination.

"Father's ......"

"Huh?"

"I want to take a break. ”

At this time, the boy's whole body was soaked with sweat, his breathing was heavy, his chest was rising and falling violently, and the wooden sword in his hand was as heavy as a stone, and the strength of his whole body was exhausted just by lifting it.

"No, it's only an hour. ”

The boy was answered by his father's merciless words.

Just simple slashing and piercing training, in my father's opinion, is not even an appetizer, if you can't even complete such training, let alone become a powerful fighter.

The father completely ignored the fact that the boy was only seven years old, because by the time he was seven years old, he was already able to fight adult adults with weapons, and easily won the victory and took the other person's life.

"But ......"

"No, you are my son, and you have my blood in you. ”

The father interrupted the boy's words in a serious and firm tone, and seeing his father's steel-like face, the boy had to regain his posture and attack the human figure on the trunk.

The wooden sword and the tree trunk kept colliding, but with the boy's current strength, there was still no way to leave even a little trace on the tree trunk, and this kind of training had lasted for about a month, and the reality of no progress made the boy feel frustrated.

"Okay, stop and have lunch. ”

The father's voice suddenly sounded in his ears, interrupting the boy who was addicted to it, although it was just a very boring training that kept repeating an action, but if he was addicted to it, time would fly by.

The boy who came back to his senses only felt that every muscle and bone in his body was protesting, and his feet fell to the ground as soon as he went limp, but fortunately the ground was covered with leaves, and it was very soft.

"Give it a try. ”

The boy's father was already sitting on the ground, and in front of him was a stake with a napkin.

"Yes, father. ”

The boy got up from the ground, put down the wooden sword in his hand, wiped the sweat off his body, wiped the sticky leaves and debris on his body, and came to this humble dining table meticulously.

Today's noon food is dried meat, cheese, some dried fruit, and a large bottle of milk, all of which are produced in this forest and do not take much time to prepare.

The amount of food is very large, if it is placed in other places, it is enough for four adults to eat, but here, it is just enough for men and boys to feed their stomachs, after all, after this intensity of training, a lot of energy is needed to replenish the physical exertion.

"Take an hour off and practice in the afternoon. ”

"Yes. ”

After lunch, the man who was cleaning up the mess said lightly to his child, as if he was treating a soldier instead of a child with his own blood.

Actual combat training, of course, is not training with men, because he believes that even if he suppresses his strength and fights against him, it will only be a one-sided ravage, and no gains can be obtained.

"In the afternoon, your opponent is a velociraptor and I hope you can think about how to defeat it with your weapon within an hour. ”

After the man said this, he stopped talking, he was not a person who was good at chatting and communicating, even if the other party was his own child, it was not easy for him to do this.

"Yes, Father!"

The boy jerked to his feet and answered loudly.

What kind of creature the velociraptor was, the boy had only seen from books, but he never doubted his father's words, because what his father said, there was nothing that he did not fulfill.

From the birth of the boy to the present, he has spent almost all of his time in training, and his free time is compulsorily instilled with all kinds of knowledge, the weaknesses of various beasts, the situation in the main plane, the history of Scandinavia, the belief in the gods, and so on.

The afternoon training was his first combat training, and from another point of view, it was actually a recognition of his father's strength and training attitude.

The boy knew that although his father looked cold and impersonal, he cared for him without any discount, so he would not be in any danger to his life during the afternoon combat training.

"I can't let my father down. ”

It is precisely because he knows his father's concern that the boy will work so hard, gritting his teeth and pressing every bit of strength in his body during training, hoping that he can achieve his father's hope.

Even though he is only seven years old, in such a special environment, special education, and special bloodline, he has become more mature than his appearance, able to think independently, and be able to judge things independently.

"A one-unit velociraptor is not something to worry about, even an ordinary adult, with an ordinary weapon, can fight with it and win the battle. ”

The boy began to memorize the knowledge he had gained from books, hoping to deepen his impression so that he could apply it to the next battles and win the battles faster and better.

If that's the case, maybe I'll be able to get my father's praise

Thinking of this, the boy couldn't help but show a silly smile on his face, even if he lived in such a special environment and experienced such a special teaching, but like an ordinary child, the boy still hoped to be praised by his father.

"What the velociraptor needs to pay attention to is its bite, as well as the attack of its claws, which is very fast and very flexible, and often gives up attacking human necks, such vulnerable places as soon as they are exposed. ”

"No, no, the books are just what adults need to pay attention to when dealing with velociraptors, I'm just a child, and if I fight, a velociraptor bite can easily tear my head off my neck. ”

"In addition, there is still a certain gap between my strength and that of an adult male, and I am holding a wooden sword that is not sharp and does not weigh much, so I can't use the method of dodging the raptor's blow and then breaking the velociraptor spine sideways. ”

"As a result, I had very few options to choose from, and using my size advantage to dodge the velociraptor attacks and then seizing the opportunity to pierce the velociraptor heart with a wooden sword became the only viable option. ”

While the boy was lost in contemplation of construction tactics, his father was also observing his own child, looking at the child with a wrinkled brow, as if he saw the boy's mother, the mysterious and knowledgeable witch, remembering that tangled night.

Before the man came here, he once had a name that everyone in the Northland knew and everyone knew, and even now, seven years later, there are still people who remember his deeds, leading the people to fight against invaders from abroad under extremely unfavorable circumstances, until the end, Zigmund who is suspected of dead.

His child, named Sigrud, had spent the night with the witch, and after several months, the infant child had been laid down one morning at the door of the hut where he was staying.

He can only sigh at the mystery of the witch's methods, because being able to hide from him and approach him without being discovered by him is not something that ordinary people can do, at least to reach the legendary level, or to be able to do it by professions such as assassins and spellcasters.

He could see at a glance that the baby at the door had an inseparable blood relationship with him, and from the perspective of time, it was easy to get the identity of the baby's mother.

As if he had been reborn, Siegmund was redeemed, and the gloom that shrouded his heart was swept away, even if his life was full of cups, but he would never let his children repeat his revenge, at least the day would come to an end for Barusenger's hatred, as long as Barusenger's blood continued on this land.

After that, he became a father who was not qualified at all, and was glad that his child had the blood of Barushinger, otherwise his small body would not be able to withstand his toss at all, and not everyone would be able to withstand the pressure of the dragon when he was a baby.

That's right, in order to give Siegmund the best starting line since he was a child, the man set off the next day to defeat an adult female white dragon who was still breastfeeding.

Then, the baby's food became the dragon's milk, and when eating, it needed to go through the test of Long Wei, and the average baby had already been shattered by Long Wei at this time.

When the baby was a little older and weaned, Siegmund went to hunt the mighty beasts and bathed his child with their blood, so that his child's body had been unusually improved from an early age.

It's a little bigger, it's training, it's a simple sword-wielding training, and then there's a variety of other training, the only regret is that Siegmund himself isn't proficient in magic, and he doesn't know much about runes of rune, he can only raise his children to be pure warriors like him.

After the basic training, it is time for actual combat training, as a typical representative of the Scandinavians, the prince of the Barushinger family, Siegmund believes that only in the real sweat and blood, in the battle of life and death, can people get real improvement.

Even my children are no exception

Siegmund looked at himself as he was deep in thought, thinking about the next battle, as if he saw himself in his youth, and in that era, his father Barusenge was also so strict with himself.

Every day has to go through brutal training, the slightest mistake can lead to a near-death situation, and he is able to persevere, thanks to the treatment of his sister, Barusenga's most outstanding druid and priest, Sigoaney.

"Sigourney!"

Siegmund's fingers left a deep mark on the trunk of the tree, and he resounded that his sister, imprisoned in Siegel's palace, had been used as a fertility machine, constantly giving birth to children with Barushinger's blood for his enemy Siegel, perpetuating this dark, sinful, barbaric country.

Although he has disappeared from people's sight, Siegmund is not really a seclusion in this isolated place, and one day a month, he will leave here to go to the taverns of the largest towns around him to learn about the latest news, and the bards will always try to collect and process information from other places in order to get paid, and they are also in the business of selling information.

Because the descendant of Barushinger who gave up his personal vendetta for the mission of Barusenga, spun and stood up to Upland until the last moment, is dead, and now all that is left is the vengeful ghost who has been filled with revenge.

"Are you ready? ”

Siegmund patted his face, forcing himself to wake up from these heavy memories, he got up and patted the branches and leaves on his body, came to the boy Zigrud, looked down at his eyes the same color as the sky, and asked.

"Well, wait, is it that fast?"

Zigrude had a panic on his face, he was a seven-year-old boy anyway, and it was impossible for him to be mentally prepared in a short time to fight a beast that he had only seen in books.

"Don't be verbose, show me the backbone and blood of a Barushinger man!"

The prototype of this sentence was said by Beowulf, and Siegmund just replaced the Yeats with the Barusenge, but looking at his child's red face, this sentence is still a little lethal.