"Hey, you don't really want to fight them, do you?" Looking at Zhang Luo, who was making ancient weapons beside him, Bloody Mary asked with some concern.

As the "protagonist" of this nightmare, she was caught by these extremely strong Vikings every time in this nightmare, and then escorted to Gad and executed on the spot.

After the same tragic ending several times, she already developed an instinctive fear of these black-armored "savages". Even just seeing these guys show up, a trace of despair appeared in my heart.

Hearing her words, Zhang Luo, who had just taken off his helmet, shook his head decisively and said with a smile:

"I have a way to make them allies."

Although he really wanted to fight these fierce brutes who were not afraid of death, after laying a large number of traps just now, Zhang Luo at this time had no energy left to continue the high-intensity battle.

He knew that if he rashly fought with these soldiers, there was only a dead end waiting for him!

So now, it's time for change.

Thinking of this, he quickly used his dream control skill to change his appearance, and then stretched out his right hand and gently pressed it on the pale cheek of the silver-haired girl.

"You...... What are you doing? Bloody Mary took a slightly frightened step back.

"Don't be nervous, I'll see if I can give you a 'change of clothes'." Zhang Luo smiled.

――There seems to be a hidden rule in the private nightmare: the "protagonist" of the nightmare can only appear in his original appearance, and he cannot change his appearance.

That's why Bloody Mary appears as a "countess", because this appearance is what she should be in this nightmare.

And now what Zhang Luo has to do is to use his dream control ability to forcibly change the appearance of Bloody Mary!

When he first entered this nightmare, his dream control skill was indeed only level 1.

But just now, after using the crafting ability uncontrollably and non-stop, creating several brutal traps. Zhang Luo could feel that his dream control skills had also improved slightly.

Now, if you use all your strength, you may be able to change the appearance of the girl in front of you. Let her change from being targeted by soldiers to something else.

"I'm going to start." Zhang Luo took a long breath.

Hearing his words, the silver-haired girl stood still and did not move, just gently closed her eyes and was at his mercy.

……

"Knock, knock, knock."

Heavy footsteps echoed through the castle, and mercenaries from Northern Europe began to search the castle.

Pushing open the richly decorated heavy wooden door, a soldier in heavy black armor strode into the dining room on the second floor.

"Click!"

At the moment when the sound of danger sounded, his seemingly bulky huge body retreated suddenly, and suddenly stretched out his hand to grasp the sharp guillotine that popped out next to him at a fast speed, and then suddenly crushed the blade, and metal fragments fell from between his fingers.

It is no exaggeration to say that every black-armored soldier here has the strength of one enemy against one hundred on the battlefield!

The savagery and bloodiness of the Vikings are vividly reflected in them. Even if they are wearing hundreds of pounds of heavy armor, these guys are still moving to an astonishing speed.

Over the course of decades, they have developed terrifying reflexes. The moment you see an enemy, dozens of ways to kill them will appear in your mind, and then in less than 0.5 seconds, you can choose the one that best suits the current situation.

For these crazy killing machines, it couldn't have been easier to capture a little girl who was only fourteen years old.

In this nightmare that has been repeated many times, they have completed their mission every time, and never once missed!

But today, things seem to be a little different......

A few heavily armored warriors had just walked up to the third floor when they saw two figures standing at the other end of the corridor.

The Viking mercenary, who loved to kill, saw that a living person finally appeared in front of him, and immediately let out an excited roar and rushed forward with a huge war hammer.

Under normal circumstances, there is nothing but death that can stop their frantic charge!

But this time, after seeing the appearance of the two people clearly, they suddenly stopped and stood in place, and the vicissitudes of life with beards distorted, revealing an undisguised look of shock:

"Tyre...... My lord? ”

That's right, the man who appeared in the corridor on the third floor was none other than the one-armed god of war in Norse mythology, Tyr!

It was a rugged man three meters tall, covered in a heavy wolf skin, with an empty right arm, and the only remaining left hand was holding a large knife that flashed with cold light.

Metal chains were wrapped around his legs, making a crisp crash with every movement. Beneath his long messy brown hair, he showed an angular and resolute face, and looked at the warriors in front of him with his long, narrow eyes that exuded the breath of a beast.

Then, the god of war, who lived in Valhalla, asked in a murderous voice:

"What are you doing here?"

Realizing that the god of war, who was worshipped by all Viking warriors, actually descended here. The black-armored warriors did not lay down their weapons, but adhered to their savage etiquette, raised the giant hammer in their hands, and roared at the god of war in front of them: "Greetings to Lord Tyr! ”

For these savage warriors, this is their highest respect!

Hearing the roar, the other Viking warriors quickly gathered in the corridor on the third floor, huddled together. One can't help but worry about their weight and whether it will crush the floor.

"Hail to Lord Tyr!" The warriors roared in unison.

At this moment, the woman standing beside Tyr, the god of war, took a slight step back as if she was a little afraid.

It was a beautiful woman in silver Valkyrie armor with white wings on her back. Silver hair cascaded down to her waist, and a gentle smile hung on her fair and flawless cheeks.

The Viking warriors present knew very well that this woman was the "Valkyrie" who guided the fallen Heroic Souls to Valhalla!

Due to the arrival of the god of war, these barbarians fell into a state of frenzy, and did not notice Valkyrie's subtle movements, nor did they notice that "God of War" Tyr turned his head slightly and glanced at Valkyrie......

Looking at the group of madmen in front of him who seemed to have been drugged, Tyr stepped forward and said loudly:

"Warriors, you have never feared death, and you have painted your faces with the blood of your enemies. After you die in battle, Valkyrie will take you into Valhalla, where you are supposed to be eternally in the never-ending war of the gods! ”

"Oooo The Viking warriors cheered.

But they weren't happy for long, when Tyr's face suddenly darkened, and he whispered:

"But today, you're disqualified from going to Valhalla."

"Why?" Immediately, there was a jumble of questioning from the crowd.

The reason why the Vikings became nightmarish and cruel beings in the Middle Ages was also inseparable from their beliefs. These fearless barbarians believed that if they died bravely, they would enter the heavenly Valhalla Shrine. And those cowards who die in their beds only deserve to be rolled to hell!

That's why they've fought so hard to this day.

But they had no idea that the god of war they worshipped would be disappointed in them.

While the warriors were still confused, Tyr answered their question in a voice mixed with a hint of anger:

"Only warriors who have died honorably in battle are eligible to enter Valhalla! Tell me, is there any glory in the battle you are fighting now? ”

Hearing Tyr's words, these guys, who had become mercenaries and killed for money all day long, quickly fell silent.

But Tyr didn't give them time to think, and continued to speak in an indifferent voice:

"A true warrior is a truly powerful opponent! See what you're doing, grab a little girl who can't resist and go back to work? Do you think you'll be able to enter Valhalla? Do you think Lord Odin would allow a wretched bastard like you to enter his holy palace? ”

“……”

The Viking warriors silently clenched their fists and shook their heads through gritted teeth.

Then, to their delight, they realized that Tyr, the god of war, had mercifully given them a second chance:

"In this battle of great disparity, the only opponent who really deserves to fight is your employer. He legitimately led the army and personally commanded it outside the castle! Now, if you want to prove yourselves, go and bring his head over and put his blood on his face! ”

Speaking of this, Tyr strode forward, standing in the middle of the corridor like an iron tower, slowly raising the sharp long knife in his hand, and roared:

"Poor cowards, let me see your true blood!"

"Ahhh

The Viking warriors responded to the call of the god of war, Tyr, with howls that nearly toppled the ceiling.

The wolf-like men rushed down the stairs one after another, howling incessantly, and slew towards the location of Gad, the commander of the Kingdom Warrior Regiment, in the forest outside the castle.

Seeing that all the heavily armored warriors had left, the "God of War Thor", who was still full of momentum just now, suddenly showed an obscene smile on his resolute face, and patted the shoulder of the "Valkyrie" beside him:

"Well, I'll just say I can fool them."

"You won ......"

Transformed into Valkyrie's Bloody Mary, she shook her head speechlessly.