On an unknown island, in an unknown harbor, pitch-black warships are resting. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Looking down the harbor towards the island, you can see the snow-capped peaks and the blackened villages beneath them.

The village is because the houses here are not very tall, the construction is very simple, the style is very primitive, and some of them have not even used stones, but some wooden pillars are covered with layers of dirty animal skins.

But it occupies a very large area, spreading from the foot of the mountain to the port and wharf, and in terms of scale, it is not an exaggeration to talk about small towns and small towns.

In the midst of these chaotic, snow-covered houses, there are wide, narrow, filthy streets, and from time to time you can see a few sturdy men walking crookedly with wine bottles.

Of course, in this cold winter, there are not many people who are still willing to go out, and most of them still hide in their houses, holding those poor women who have been looted and crying into tears to do what they like to do.

In the room, stripped of the heavy wheezing, you can see bottles of wine, a mess of bread and jerky, a little gold and silver ornament with blood stains, a bloodstained axe or long knife, scratched and torn leather armor or chain mail, and, the signature, horn helmet.

This is Dead Island, the dwelling place of the Vikings, their safe haven, their home base, the place where they rested and recovered in the cold of winter.

No one chooses to work all year round, not even Vikings who make their home and raid for a living.

They sail for work only three quarters of the year, spring, summer, and, at the fattest of all.

When winter comes, they will return to mend their ships and ships, repair their weapons and equipment, feast on the fruits of their plunder, recuperate their tired bodies, drink wine, talk and laugh, and sow their offspring.

Of course, by the way, it is also to avoid the bone-chilling currents on the sea, as well as the cold winds, rain and snow, and floating icebergs that come with the currents.

It's their hometown, their haven, their secret base, a place where they can completely relax their tight hearts.

Of course, in such a place, there are also sentinels who climb high and look far away, and watchmen who guard the safety of the whole island.

After a sip of the liquor to warm his stomach, and jumping twice with his hands rubbed together, Rejek looked out from the small mouth of the watchtower again.

Sure enough, as expected, the sea was calm, only the blue waves were still there, and the sky was cloudless, the sky was clear, and there was only one seabird......

No! not seabirds!

Reyek woke up violently, so could there be such a fast seabird?

He settled his mind and looked earnestly over there.

It was a small black dot on the blue sky, very obvious, it grew bigger and bigger from far to near......

Is it a meteor?

It's people!

It was still vague, but Rejek was sure that it was a man! a man flying in the sky and flying straight towards the island!

can fly, only the Martial Saint!

There was no time for him to think, so Rejek directly pulled up the horn next to him and blew wildly.

"Uh......h Woo...... Woo......"

The long, hurried sound of the horn shook the town.

Immediately afterwards, there was a rapid trumpet sound in the city.

That's the battle cry!

The whole town seemed to wake up.

People kept coming out of the house with their bare buttocks, putting dirty armor on their bodies as they went, and the drunken people also woke up smartly, pulled out the axes behind their backs and looked around, and a roar rang out, the tables and chairs fell to the ground, and the strong men with bright eyes rushed out of the door......

More and more people gathered in the streets, forming a torrent of black and heading towards the port.

Of course, such a movement also woke up their leader.

The tall giant pushed away a delicate body of flesh, swept the cups and plates to the ground, and strode forward with a blushing face.

As he advanced, the scattered armor and weapons in the hall all flew towards him, their armor folded back and forth, and the ties were fastened. Layers of overlapping skirts covered his lower body. As soon as the feet were stepped, the furry animal skin boots were put on the feet. With both hands stretched, the steel wrist guards are complete. With his right hand in his hand, a boxy sledgehammer flew into his hand out of thin air.

By the time he walked out of the tent, he was fully armed.

He soared into the air, and in a leap he came to the clearing by the harbor, and came to the midst of his warriors.

At the same time, he also saw the figure flying at great speed from a distance.

The anger on his face was swept away, and the hammer he had been holding tightly was also hung on his waist, and his face was now full of smiles, and, a little pampered.

"My stupid brother, you're back at last......" His bold voice resounded through the sky, and his joy spread everywhere.

The figure flew faster and faster.

"Boom. It fell to the ground, but it didn't stir up a trace of dust.

"Brother. The equally tall one-armed man opened his remaining left hand and hugged him warmly: "I'm back!"

"Do you remember?" the Viking King confirmed.

"Of course!" there was no trace of dullness in Arnold's voice, it was full of pride: "I am Thor, I am Thor, I am the son of Odin, I am the king of the Vikings!"

"Ha, ha, ha, ha......" The Pirate King turned around and laughed wildly: "What are you waiting for, Thor is back, keep me busy! Today, we have the biggest banquet!"

He turned his head to look at his brother again: "It's good to be back, it's good to be back, I really can't imagine that it ...... so quickly."

"I'm a Viking, and I have to come back. Arnold's voice was soft: "After all, everyone still needs me." ”

"Yes, I really can't imagine that you broke through the Martial Saint level so quickly, this is really ......" The Pirate King's eyes were full of relief: "It seems that I have protected you too well before, and this martial art is still indispensable for sharpening." You see, after this tempering, isn't it just a matter of course? ”

He patted Arnold on the shoulder, and said with some distress: "Don't worry, I have already helped you get your arm back, and we will go to the Fountain of Youth!"

"Okay!" Arnold didn't hesitate, and directly got up, and the two of them flew straight towards the snow-covered peaks in the distance.

Fly up the mountain, and fly into the mountain pass.

Miraculously, in this mountain pass, it is indeed a paradise.

It seems that the ice and snow outside are not on the side, but in the small valley in the mountain pass, it is warm as spring, and there is a fragrance of birds and flowers. As far as the eye can see, the whole body is green and tender, the grass is full of flowers, and you can even see butterflies dancing and dragonflies. In the middle of the meadow is a towering tree, with green leaves and birdsong.

The two of them fell gently, stepped on this lawn, felt the warm air here, smelled the fragrance of flowers, Arnold was intoxicated: "Ah, I really miss it, this place is still the same, I think about it, it is not easy to come here once." ”

"Haha, we didn't know how to fly at that time, and my father also regarded this place as a treasure, where would he want us to wreak havoc?" The Pirate King also recalled, and sighed: "But there are only two of us at home now, so we will naturally come here if we want to come in the future." ”

The two walked slowly all the way, but fortunately, the valley was not big, and the two came to their destination in a short time.

In the center of the pattern, a small hole protrudes from a small hole in which a golden liquid gradually gathers and flows down, dripping down a stone platform into a small pool surrounded by white marble.

"Tick" "Tick" "Tick" ......

Slowly, but never.

There was already a lot of water in the small pool, and the surface of the water was very calm, crystal clear, faint, with a golden reflection. And at the bottom of the pool, on a small stone platform, there was a broken, pale broken arm!

"Alright, get it back. The pirate king's face was full of emotion: "This time is also a lesson, in the future, our brothers will practice, and no one on this sea can threaten us anymore." ”

"I'm sorry, brother......" Seeing this severed hand, Arnold's expression suddenly dimmed: "I was to blame that time." If only ......"

"Let the past pass. The Pirate King patted Arnold on the back and interrupted him: "We Vikings don't have so many fancy intestines, you are my younger brother, I am the elder brother, I have to protect you, you did something wrong, I will carry it, but the matter is over, let it pass like this." In the future, the sea will still be our Vikings!"

Arnold nodded silently, he slowly stripped off his clothes, used his internal strength, step by step, along the white marble steps, and slowly walked into the pool.

The golden water came up, over his bare feet, over his knees, over his thighs, over his waist, over his long since he'd recovered his scars, some ugly severed arms, leaving only a skull outside.

He gently picked up his arm from the stone platform, endured the severe pain, tore the wound on the broken arm again, and pressed the broken arm to it.

Blood gushed out at once, staining the surface of the water red.

The furious internal force surged and converged on him, converging on this severed arm, and the slightest thunder light appeared at this wound, and the small crackling sound was endless.

"Uh......" Arnold's forehead was bruised, and he couldn't help but make a hoarse voice in his throat.

The internal force continued to surge, the electric light became more and more violent, and even the air emitted some smell, as if it was a faint smell of meat.

The treatment continued, but the pool was no longer calm, and the golden water became turbulent, with Arno as the center, the pool seemed to be stirred to one side, and a whirlpool appeared.

The color of the blood that permeated the pool slowly faded, as if it had returned to the broken arm, and even the water in the entire pool seemed to have dropped a little.

I don't know how long it took, but Chi level calmed down, and the wild momentum on Arnold's body also decreased.

He turned around, dragging his heavy footwork, and walked little by little towards the shore.

At last, he walked out of the pool, but he sat down on the grass by the pool.

I saw that this broken arm has grown on Arnold's body, but between it and the body, there is still a trace of incongruity, compared with the sturdy body, it looks a little pale and thin, between the pale arm and the bronze body, there is also a little mismatch, but the place where they are connected is very perfect, where the broken arm and the shoulder are connected, there is only a faint red line, except for the different colors, the surface is very smooth.

The Pirate King also withdrew his concerned gaze, walked over, and asked, "How is it, is it recovered? Can you move?"

Arnold looked a little weak, sitting on the grass and gasping violently, but it was obvious that with his efforts, the newly planted arm swung back and forth, moved in front of him, and his five fingers spread and clenched, although it didn't seem to be very flexible, but there was no doubt that Arnold could already control it!

"It looks like it's going to take some time to recover. Arnold frowned: "In a short period of time, it still won't come in handy." ”

"It doesn't matter, what we have is time. The Viking King smiled and comforted: "Don't worry, when you are fully recovered, we will go to the Caribbean again and avenge you!

"No, let's go to the Caribbean later. Arnold shook his head: "I still have some things to solve on the road, my young master is now in prison, I have to ......"

"What young master!" the Viking King burst into anger and interrupted him rudely: "You are the future king of our Vikings, how can there be any young master? Do you still want to be a servant to someone else? Or a general to that French? What are you thinking?"

"I know what I'm doing, and I know my duty, but we Vikings never break our promises. Arnold said in a serious tone: "He saved me and helped me, without him, I wouldn't even be able to recover my memory, and even, I would have broken through the tribal martial saint level at all, no matter what, I have to save him." ”

"That's it......" The Viking King touched his chin, and said for a long time: "Since he is your benefactor, then I have no objection, although we Vikings burn and loot, we are not people who do not know how to repay their kindness, and when the time comes, I will go with you to save him, and give him a sum of gold, silver and jewelry, so that he can be a rich man for the rest of his life." ”

He paused: "However, all this must be done until your body recovers, after all, since we are going to land, no matter what, we can't let ourselves fall into death." In our family, there are only two of us left, and we still have a mission that must be completed......"

"I understand......" Arnold looked at his brother and solemnly assured, "No matter what, I will lead us Vikings to find our way home!"

(To be continued.) )