After the splash, the surface of the water returns to calm.

The sudden dead silence that follows this orgasm is terrifying.

Just as at the end of Ragnarok, the black dragon Nidhogg, a symbol of despair, climbed out of the lowest level of the World Tree and transformed into the sea, devouring two brave and unforged Viking warriors in one gulp......

One of them was a berserker who Odin had kept in Valhalla, fearless of pain and brave.

The other is a whaler who inherits the blood of Niold, who calls for wind and rain, and is tenacious and stubborn.

They are all warriors to be found in the world, the best and purest blood of the Vikings.

They are pride, history, and the great power that the Vikings once conquered the seven seas and made the whole world tremble.

Could such a person also die?

Or someone like that......

Could it really be so easy to die, so desperate...... Want to go back to their paradise?

Henna's eyes were red.

She squinted and slowly took off her oversized blouse and boots, revealing her strange white robe for Assasin in front of the pirates.

"Are you a berserker too?"

Bonet felt a great threat from this woman who suddenly changed her disguise as she had never felt before.

He grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands and raised it flat to his chest.

"I woke up two years later than Leif, but ...... Yes, I'm also a berserker. ”

"If your throat is cut off, will you be able to go berserk?"

Bonet was stunned for a moment, and slowly shook his head: "No, anger can become crazy, and death is death." ”

"That's good......" Henna licked the tip of the knife with her tongue, leaving a blinding red.

"You can die," she said. ”

……

Lorraine jumped to the surface with Leif on his shoulder, both of them sinking to the bottom.

The high latitudes are cold and bitterly cold, irritating the pain and uplifting the spirit.

Leif came to his senses from the loss of his enemy, clenched his fists in both hands, and attacked Lorraine.

Lorraine dodged like a fish, swung her leg behind Leif and curled her middle finger and punched it.

The punch was smashing into Lef's waist.

Leif didn't realize it, and rolled over to grab the cunning enemy. Lorraine swam up first, his heavy leather boots kicking into Lef's face, kicking out a long string of bubbles.

Leif sank faster.

Lorraine rolled over, shook her head and feet, and threw another punch at Leif in the throat, struck a second string of long bubbles.

Leif sank deeper and deeper, and Lorraine chased harder and tighter.

Under the murky waters of the bay, the double eyelid helps the whaler lock onto his opponent, but the red pupil does not allow the berserker to find the enemy.

Just like when he was on land, Lorraine couldn't get anything out of Leif despite all his might, and now it's underwater, home to the whalers.

The tide was reversed.

Leif waved his hands and kicked his legs at the bottom of the sea, and Lorraine swam around him, punch after punch to the chest and abdomen, to the throat, to the cheek, to the lungs......

Heavy punches slammed into Leff, each punch forcing his mouth open, each punching squeezing the air in his veins.

Leff's body began to suffocate.

The feeling of dizziness drives out the berserker, and the unseen enemy bewilders the berserker.

The red pupils gradually dissipated.

Intense pain mixed with the sky's falling weakness, Leif grunted in despair......

……

Henna looked like a ghost.

She held the dagger upside down, lightning fast, running, jumping, tumbling, turning, she approached Bonit again and again, gave up again and again, and retreated far away.

Bonet simply couldn't keep up with her movements.

Unable to fight back and move, he was helpless against Henna, and could only choose the least of the berserkers, shrinking himself into his shell like a turtle, and guarding every vital point on his body with his great sword and intuition.

The anger on Henna's face became heavier and heavier, and her emerald eyes stared at Bonet, more and more condensed, more and more sharp.

She leaped backwards and slammed her knife straight at Bonet's eyebrows.

Bonet hurriedly swung his sword to block it.

It was just a momentary distraction, and Henna was gone.

There is no overhead, not under the feet, not in front of the eyes, and no afterglow on the sides...... Not even behind him!

Bonnet was horrified to find that Henna had disappeared completely.

She...... Where is it?

Henna is running.

Among Assasin's techniques is a peculiar method of stealth, visual stealth.

Its basic principle is to avoid the direct area of the target's field of vision, and to avoid the afterglow according to the height of the opponent's eyes, and act silently.

This action begins with the moment the throwing knife is thrown.

She leaps backwards, intending to induce Bonet to put her vision far as soon as she knocks off the throwing knife.

In fact, after throwing the throwing knife, Henna quickly cut diagonally, approaching Bonet and running out of his direct field of view one hundred and twenty degrees in front of him.

This is the easiest step.

After leaving Bonet's direct sight zone, she took the knife in her hand and began to run around Bonet, not on her feet like a human, but like a cat, with her hands and feet on the ground and her limbs together.

From the moment she landed on all fours, Henna disappeared from her opponent's eyes.

Bonet is tall, with a height of more than two meters and a height of more than one meter eight in his eyes.

Henna swam three to five meters from him, fast and slow, staying behind him or directly behind him most of the time, occasionally bending down and venturing through the front, choosing the shortest path to return to safety.

All this is done in broad daylight.

In the eyes of the onlookers, Henna is constantly trying to get close to Bonet and attack with a strange crawl.

Except for the change in the way she travels, it's the same thing she'd done for a long time before.

At that time, Bonet couldn't keep up with her speed, and his eyes would always slow down, relying on his wild instincts and exquisite skills to protect the vital points, so that Henna could not find an opportunity.

Now it looks pretty much the same.

Henna walked around Bonet in a grand manner, approaching, moving away, Bonet looked clumsy and helpless, no one could have imagined that he had really lost Henna's trace......

But this technique is not invincible.

After all, people are not real four-legged walking animals, and no matter how flexible Henna's body is, no matter how proficient she is in cat fighting, constantly changing directions, speeds, and even deformations will consume a lot of her physical strength.

What's more, she also has to keep an eye on Bonett's eyes at all times, constantly mentally calculating and correcting his field of vision.

Labor, labor.

In just a minute, sweat had wet Henna's short hair, and she began to notice that her hands and feet were sore, and her parched throat wanted nothing more than to breathe heavily.

She knew she was reaching her limit.

Attacking in this state, no matter what counterattack Bonet makes, she has no strength left to dodge.

But she didn't care......

While in Cherbourg, Lorraine taught her one thing through her actions, and that was that the crew must be accountable to their own captain.

This is duty, and it is also dignity.

Lorraine's captain is Lake, so he desperately tries to save it. When he knew that Lake was dead, he gave up a huge amount of wealth at his fingertips, and without hesitation, he chose to pay for his blood debt.

Her captain is Lorraine, and Lorraine is dead, so there's only one thing left for her to do......

Desperately, blood debts and blood repayment, everything else does not have to be considered!

She patiently wrangled with Bonet, for a minute, for two minutes, until Bonet gave up completely looking for her trace, and then she really relaxed, inhaling and exhaling slowly......

Kick, pounce!

Wow!

A large, bruised hand reached out from under the water and snapped the ground of the dock.

Lorraine dragged the unconscious Leif out of the water, climbed to the dock with all his strength, and collapsed to the ground.

He grinned: "It seems that this time, Warnerheim won." ”

Boom!

Like a cheetah sculpture that has been thrown out, Henna is right on the bridge of Bonet's nose.

Bonet, fainting......