On the day of departure from the Greenland Empire, Donk summoned the fourth-order magic ship Destroyer, which he had obtained by completing the mission a few days ago, which was a black magic ship with a majestic appearance, with a sharp bow, and the hull was wrapped in black metal, and when the sun shone, the black light shone, which looked extremely extraordinary. Around the hull of this ship, there are dozens of magic cannons lurking, which are very powerful, and they are the killer features of this ship.

In addition to this, he also recruited the appropriate sailors and crew members to let this group of novice subordinates help to steer the ship.

He used these two things to show his unique summoning ability.

Nalun and Nelson witnessed the whole process of Donk's summoning ships and men, and felt the varying degrees of shock, Nalun further strengthened his confidence to follow Donk, and Nelson also became even more shaken.

Donk could see that with time, the two would serve him sincerely. Because he and the Dragon Pirate Group have all kinds of advantages that other forces do not have, this advantage will be very attractive to these two tacticians.

The Destroyer rode the waves, the waves and the hull, and headed east to the Comanso Empire to settle the family of Nari.

Halfway through, Donk called Nalun and Nelson to him, asked them about the future direction of the Dragon Pirates, and asked them to give them advice. Nalun had already agreed to play for Donk, so he knew everything, and Nelson had not yet made up his mind, so he didn't say a word during the banquet, just listened silently.

"Now that the situation on the sea is uncertain, it is easy to fight between some mortal forces to take them down, and the corresponding results can be speculated, but there is no way to make conclusions about the gods. In this case, it is better not to hit the stone with an egg. The news of your taking the Resurrection Fountain has spread, and now the major powers see you as a thorn in the side. From these two perspectives, it's better for you and your pirate group to stay out of the edge for the time being. Leave this land of right and wrong for the time being, and wait until the situation becomes clear, and then make other plans. Na Lun analyzed.

"If the God of Light doesn't appear, I can stay and deal with the major forces, but now that the God of Light has appeared, his strength is too terrifying, and I can't fight against it at all, and now in this situation, I can only leave the Sea of Dreams temporarily. But I hadn't figured out where I was going. The world is big. Where is the place for the Dragon Pirates? Donk said.

"In my opinion, it is more appropriate to go north to the Sea of Ice Floes, where there is a continent of permafrost, and there is an ancient Viking kingdom on the continent. After you take the dragon pirate group north, you can find a way to take the ancient Viking kingdom for yourself, and if you can succeed, you will be a king from now on, and the dragon pirate group can also be transformed. Become a righteous army. Your ambitions are so great that you can't achieve them with a pirate army, and you have to build on your country. The world can accept being conquered and ruled by the people of a country. But you won't accept the rule of a pirate leader, so you have to take this path. Hurry up or not late, anyway, you're going to leave here with the pirate group this time, so it's better to take advantage of this period to get this matter done. Nalun explained. Nelson, who was next to him, listened to this. He also nodded slightly.

Hearing this, Donk's mind flashed a picture of a throne in his dream. The throne was surrounded by a sea of people, from which there was a tsunami-like shout. This dream seemed to echo Nacham's proposal. His expression froze, paused, and after coming back to his senses, he continued: "What you said is indeed reasonable, but why do you have to choose the ancient Viking kingdom? It was a barren place in the north, desolate, with extremely low temperatures and a cruel environment, and it was really not a good place. ”

"It's not a good place, but it's the best place for you, the ancient Vikings are the birthplace of pirates, they have been raiding south since ancient times, and at their most glorious time, they once ruled a large area, and even this is a vassal of the Vikings. It wasn't until the power of the countries increased that the pirates of the ancient Vikings were driven out of the area and returned to live on the original ice fields. Although time has passed, so many years have passed, but the ancient tradition is still preserved, and the strong are still respected, and pirates are considered warriors. When you get there, you won't be repulsed, and you can easily stand on your feet. In addition, it is not very difficult to become the king of that country, which is also incomparable to other places. ”

"Does the difficulty mean that the country's forces are weak?"

"The ancient Viking country has a population of about 100,000, and the population is indeed not much, but the people are rough and warlike, and every soldier has the strength of one to ten, and the army is not weak. The reason why I say that it is not difficult to become the king of the ancient Viking kingdom is because the country has a rule that has been followed for hundreds of years. There is an 'Iron Crown' in this country, and whoever wears this 'Iron Crown' is the king of this country, whether that person is male or female, old or young. If a person wants to become a king, he must do everything he can to get his hands on the Iron Crown, and if he becomes the king of the ancient Vikings, he must do everything possible to keep his Iron Crown. Under the influence of this special rule, wars often broke out in the ancient Viking kingdom over the Iron Crown, and the king was replaced very quickly, and the longest reign was only more than 30 years. The shortest was even killed on the day he became king. When you arrive in the Viking Kingdom with your pirate group, as long as you can grab the Iron Crown, the country will be yours. There is no easier country in the world to get hold of. Nalun replied.

"But the king of this country is not so easy to be, once you put the iron crown on your head, you have to be afraid all day long, afraid that the iron crown will be snatched away by others, even if you can't sleep." Donk smiled wryly.

"That's true, but I don't think you care about that with your courage. You even dare to snatch the fountain of death under the noses of the five empires, how can you be afraid of a small Viking ancient country. ”

"It's true, I'm not afraid of it, but I'm interested in the Vikings. Do you know who the current king of the Vikings is? How strong is he? "Donk's presence in this question indicates that he has moved his heart to seize the ancient kingdom of Vikings.

"The current king of the ancient Viking kingdom is called Papata, an orc, with the strength of an eighth-order fighter, very strong."

"If it's just an eighth-order fighter, I can still handle it. I'm afraid that there are other strong people around him to help. ”

"If you don't want to fight. You can challenge him, or you can try to kill him. Although there is a certain amount of risk, it is generally doable, and I think you should be able to do it. ”

"Alright," Donk nodded, a look of excitement in his eyes, "just do as you say, and when I've settled your family, I'll leave for the Vikings and take it for myself!" ”

……

The shape of the Dragon's Tooth Country is dragon-shaped. It has a dragon head, a dragon claw, and a dragon tail, which is lifelike. In the dragon's claw, there are complex rivers that are called the wrong ones and eventually rush into the sea and merge into them. Within this area, there is a very special area. This area is a swamp called the Swamp of the Night.

A perennial cloud floats over the swamp, which blocks the sunlight and darkens the swamp. Hence the name Evernight Swamp. It is said that the special environment here is caused by the twilight period, and after most of the world's haze has dissipated, the haze here still does not dissipate, giving people a strong sense of foreboding.

In this place where clouds and swamps meet. With an aura of decay, life is rarely seen in the swamp, but there are many dark creatures that roam here all day long. It makes this even more frightening.

It's rare for people to come to this kind of place, and when they do, they must have a special reason, either to come for an adventure, to gather some special herbs, or to seek help from the forces of darkness.

The aura of death emanating from this place is said to be of great use to necromancers, who have settled here and spent their days studying the power of darkness in their homes.

Today, a special guest broke the peace of the Evernight Swamp and came to this haunted place. The purpose of his visit was to visit the necromancers who lived here in order to borrow the dark power of this group of people. He is not a shore race, but a branch of the Sea Beast tribe, the Tiger Shark Man, who has the head of a shark, an almost human body, a blue body, and fins on his arms and back.

Few people on the shore can recognize him, but the inhabitants of the sea know him well, he is the famous warrior of the seabed, Agoura!

This underwater warrior, who is famous for killing sea monsters, carries on Zela's legacy and takes on the burden of revitalizing the underwater race, and if he wants to achieve this goal, he must lead the underwater race to attack the shore race and occupy the world on the shore. In his opinion, it was fun, even more interesting than killing the sea monster, so he was happy to do it.

He is here today to take the first step in realizing this grand plan.

After much searching and searching, he finally found the home of a necromancer and knocked on the door with the skull knocker.

The person who opened the door was a young man with a pale face and a long robe, and he had a sickly feeling on him. When he saw that the person who had come to knock on the door was a tiger shark man, a look of surprise flashed across his face, but he quickly regained his composure.

Agoura revealed his identity and his intentions, and asked to meet his master.

Its owner, Ewing, is the most famous necromancer in the area, who is said to have the eerie power to resurrect corpses and control them.

The young man, a student of Ewing, agreed to Agoura's request, closed the door, and went back to deliver the letter. It didn't take long for the door to be opened, and the student brought back the teacher's words. Ewing was willing to meet with Agora and asked Agora to come in and talk to him in detail.

Agoura didn't think much of it, and strode in, looking around as he went, there was a strange smell of potion mixed with rotting corpses, not so good, on the walls, some strange pictures were hung, and there were some strange things on the ground.

As they walked down the hallway to a living room, the student leading the way stopped, refusing to go any further, indicating that if they went any further, they would soon reach Ewing's underground research room.

Agoura glanced forward and saw two tall corpses standing in the living room, wrapped in circles of white shrouds, and two grim glances peeking through the cracks, obviously ill-intentioned. He pointed to the two bodies and asked what was going on.

"If you can't get through this place, you won't be qualified to meet my teacher, it's as simple as that." The student said politely, but a sly smile crossed his lips.

Agoura understood what the student meant. didn't make a statement, and walked straight over. The moment he stepped into the living room, the two mummies immediately attacked him, don't look at it as just two corpses, but the speed and strength of the attack are quite not weak, like a storm. But compared to Agoura, the two mummies are still too bad.

Without waiting for the mummy to get close, Agoura suddenly aroused the white fighting spirit all over his body, and blasted in two different directions, and the corpses of the two mummies were reduced to pieces. They fell to the ground one after another.

"Can I go over now?" Agoura dusted off the fighting spirit on his hands that had not yet dissipated, and turned back to ask.

The student froze and did not reply.

Agoura left the students alone and continued on his way, passing through the living room to the end, where there was a ladder that led straight down. He followed the ladder down the ladder for some distance until he reached the bottom. It turns out that there is another world down here. The area is not small. Halfway through, he encountered various dangers one after another, but none of them posed a threat to him, and he successfully walked to the deepest part of the ground. Arrived at Ewing's location.

Pushing open the strange door full of various eyeballs, Agoura walked into an underground research room, where the smell of medicine and rancid smell was even stronger, although the space was large. But it's a lot of piles.

"Strange fishman, why are you here to find me?" A hoarse voice rang out, coming from the jars. But he can't be seen yet.

"I'm here to hire you, and to pay you a small favor for you." Agoura said, following the prestige, and through a few shelves, he vaguely saw Ewing's figure.

"How can you help?" Ewing said as he walked.

"Help me resurrect someone."

"It's simple."

"It's easy for you, but no one else can't."

"I like to hear that kind of compliment." Ewing laughed twice, and finally walked past the shelf, revealing his figure. He was a thin man, but tall and tall, with only a handful of gray hair on his head, and deep-set eyes, which had no pupils, only the white of the holes.

"Listening to your tone, it seems like you accepted the deal?"

"Your strength is so strong, the price you offer is definitely not low, I am very relieved about this. If you want to resurrect someone, just bring him or her, and I'll meet your request. But I warn you in advance that this resurrection is not a real resurrection, and that what I have resurrected is nothing more than a thoughtless shell, or rather a walking corpse. ”

"The Walking Dead is enough. I couldn't bring him here, though, because his body was too big. ”

"Big?" Ewing was a little surprised, and glanced at Agoura's tall body a few times, "With your strength, are there still corpses that can't be moved?" ”

"Yes, I can't move the body of the Fish-Man Titan, he's the size of an island. Even if I could, I wouldn't have been able to move such a huge corpse here. Agoura explained.

"Fish-Man Titan? Are you kidding me? Ewing asked incredulously.

"I've come all the way here, slain so many monsters under your hands, and brought a long list of gifts, not to joke with you." Agoura accentuated his tone and said seriously, "I have the corpse of a Fish-Man Titan, or the Sea Beast Clan has a corpse of a Fish-Man Titan, and I want to ask you to help bring this corpse back to life. I don't need him to have a mind, just a body capable of fighting. ”

The words of the strong always carry much more weight than ordinary people, Ewing stared at Agoura for a few moments, and believed this statement, but did not accept it, but shook his head and said: "It seems that I underestimated this deal, it is far more difficult than I imagined." The more powerful the existence, the more difficult it is to resurrect, the Titan is an existence in the Divine Glory Period, and with my strength, I can't resurrect him at all. I can't make this money, so you might as well ask for another skill. ”

"If you can't do it, then who can?"

"No one can do that, there is no such powerful necromancer in this world, unless ......" Ewing thought of a possibility, and stopped talking.

"Unless what?" Agoura hurriedly asked.

"Unless we can gather several necromancers together, gather the dark power of a few people, and perform witchcraft together, only then can there be a glimmer of hope to resurrect the corpse of a fish-man titan."

"Good! Just do as you say, I don't know those necromancers, so it's up to you to take the lead for me, and you'll definitely benefit from it afterwards. ”

"Huh. It's one thing to resurrect an ordinary person for you, and it's another thing to summon a group of necromancers for you, and the rewards for the two are different. I don't think you can afford to pay the high sum of money that the latter requires. Ewing chuckled and shook his head.

"I knew that this matter was not so easy, so I mobilized the strength of many fellow Sea Beast Clan and prepared a generous gift. I didn't bring any of the stuff, but here's a list of things you can look at. Agoura took out a paper roll from the tarpaulin bag on his body, handed it over, and on the paper roll, the names of dense materials, treasures, and weapons were written. These are the things that were left in the sea when the ship sank. In the Age of Discovery, ships sank almost every day, and with the gift of these sunken ships, immeasurable wealth was accumulated in the sea.

Ewing shook his hand and released a puff of black gas. Grab the list with black gas, send it to your hand, and stare at it. He was stupid just by looking at it, when he saw half of it. There was a heavy look of greed on his face, and before he could finish reading it, he put down the list and said meaningfully: "Three months later." I'll be sure to get that Fish-Man Titan's corpse up and walking! ”

After hearing this, Agoura smiled.

……

The flame symbolizes destruction, but there are some things that can only be reborn in destruction.

Today Donk will be put to the test of fire and pain. Only then will he be able to become a "Viking". Traditionally, Vikings are orcs, and only the native orcs of the tundra continent are orcs, and outsiders who want to become glorious Vikings must go through this cruel ritual.

On top of this endless ice field, people set up dry wood, poured hot oil, and lit a raging fire. In the midst of the flames, a metal saucer with a knife and a paintbrush on it was saturated with ink made of a special dye. Around the fire, a great crowd was gathered, three thousand in number. These people have the same painted pattern on their faces and necks. This motif is not beautiful on the surface, but it symbolizes the courage of the Vikings and pirates, and is their totem.

These are fellow Vikings, and they have gathered here today to witness the Donks become their kindred.

Donk was naked at this time, without any clothes on his body, except for an iron wire tied around his waist, with which a sword and a sword were suspended. He would always carry the pair of swords with him at all times, even when he was in the sea of fire. He walked forward step by step, the blazing light in front of him dancing wildly in his eyes. Looking at this raging flame, a sense of wonder rose in his heart. Who would have thought that he would be burned at the stake here today in order to become a Viking?

Three days ago, he traveled to the ancient Viking kingdom of the Tundra continent on the Destroyer, and arrived in this mysterious and ancient land as he wished. During the voyage, he reached the Comanso Empire, and according to Ou's previous agreement, settled Nari's family and gave his family a large amount of settling-in money. In addition to this, he was attacked by two groups of people on the way, both of whom were members of the Triple Alliance. However, these two groups did not pose much of a threat to him, and all of them died under his sword, becoming the ghosts of the sea.

During the three days he was on the shore, he had some contact with the locals, and through a patriarch, he bribed the local priests to perform a "fire bathing ceremony" for him, so that he could become a Viking. With this identity, he can find a way to claim the Iron Crown. Once he won the Iron Crown and became the new king here, he had achieved his goal.

Now, as he began to walk towards the flames, feeling the ferocious heat of the flames, the dancing sparks falling on his tough skin and then dimming away.

Priests dressed in animal skins and bare-breasted danced in strange dances, waving their hands wildly and shouting ancient languages that others could not understand. Under her leadership, more than 3,000 witnesses around her also chanted, forming a continuous formation, spreading far and wide in this ice field, shocking the creatures on the ice field.

"Whew!"

Tonk stomped on the half-burned wood, the heat burning the soles of his feet, sending a puff of green smoke.

"It's exciting."

He grinned and continued to walk forward, meeting the flames with his naked body. His hair was quickly ignited and crackled, making him look like a god of fire. Immediately after, the fire engulfed his body, burning through his skin, like ten thousand steel knives scraping his body together, bringing bursts of intense pain to his heart. Bathed in flames and suffering excruciating pain, he walked all the way to the center of the flames, leaned down, and picked up the knife and paintbrush from the iron plate. Under the meditation arrangement, these two things were not ignited and were as intact as ever.

He grasped the dagger in his right hand, hesitated slightly, and then stabbed the dagger into his left cheek, piercing the skin hard, and then slashed the blade, cutting a sharp line on his face. The totem on the Viking's face was simple in composition and easy to draw, and he had rehearsed it many times before, so he would never make a mistake. He finished his slash and pulled it out, blood splattering out and falling on the flames.

Then, the second, third, and fourth knives followed...... He slashed his cheeks, neck, and chest, making several wounds, then took a pen and applied red dye to the wounds. This dye can stay on the body for years after it is mixed with bloodstains. Before the tip of the pen could hit his skin, all the wounds on his body healed, and only a few traces of blood remained.

He held the pen and smeared it on the bloodstains, allowing the dye to merge with the blood, drawing the totem of courage on him.

The fire grew bigger and bigger, gradually invading him, and igniting the place beneath his feet. The fire shone on the ice field, lit up the night sky, and gave him a new identity - that of a Viking!

"From now on, I'm a Viking! I will plunder wealth with a scimitar, I will capture my wife with my hands, I will take the land with my feet! Donk shouted at the crowd, it was routine, but he also shouted his heart.

The crowd erupted in chanting again, and the cries were earth-shattering.

Donk slowly stepped out of the flames, not at all embarrassed by the other rituals. Everyone else would rush into the fire, slicing through their skin and applying the dye as quickly as he could, and few would complete the ritual as slowly as he did, as if they didn't take the flames seriously.

It was the first time the native Vikings had seen such a thing, cheering and staring at Donk with that star-like gaze. Under the gaze of everyone, Tang Ke's burned hair grew back and fluttered on the back of his head, and he was not damaged except for an extra totem. (To be continued......)