Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 184 The Sacrifice of Fenrir

The road in the black forest is easier than on the ice field. The snow is not so heavy, the wind is not so strong, and there is no longer snow on the ground that can bury your legs.

But this forest is surprisingly large, so large that it seems to have no end.A group of people stopped and stopped in this weird forest with only branches and no leaves, and the ground was covered with stone slabs, and kept moving forward.

Red Hart felt that the days here were extraordinarily long, and the sun was hidden far behind the thick clouds, which could illuminate the road, but couldn't bring people any warmth.And the night here is surprisingly short, as if it just closed and opened the eyes, and it passed.Red Hart can swear, it's not because he is too tired and feels that he has little rest time, that's why he said that, it's his real feeling.

Suddenly, a burst of crazy cheers erupted from the front line. Some of the werewolves in front were yelling, some burst into tears, some knelt and kowtowed, some slapped their chests, and some hammered the ground. Some seemed to be uncontrollable, bursting with energy, knocking the snow from the trees beside the road all over the ground.

Red Hart looked in the direction of their shouts, and saw that the front was no longer the same black forest, but a black hill appeared faintly.

Then the marching speed of the team suddenly accelerated, except that they could basically maintain the appearance of a team, each wolf herder started to run wildly, towards the black hill.

After running wildly all the way, everyone came to the foot of the mountain. Of course, Red Hart was carried here by a strong werewolf herder.

Standing firmly on the ground, Red Hart began to look at the black mountain in front of him. It was not tall and steep, but long and strange in shape, like a giant wolf lying down.And the black iron chains extending from the forest one by one, as thick as a house, inserted straight into the mountain.It looked like a giant wolf that was tightly chained.

Red Hart didn't know who carved this mountain into the shape of a wolf, and who built these astonishing iron chains.He only saw the wolf shepherds who were kneeling on the ground, prostrating, cheering and crying, facing the black mountain constantly.

After finally calming down, everyone started walking towards the foot of the mountain again.

And at the foot of the mountain, there were still faint lights of fire, a crude camp, and people in the camp who were wary of the outside world.

Immediately, two people were separated from the team to talk.Hearing their conversation, Red Hart realized that this was another family of werewolf herders who arrived not long ago, and it seemed that they were not in the same faction as his side, and the other party didn't even open the camp gate.

But there was no conflict between the two sides. Everyone left here and went to another place at the foot of the mountain to start building a simple camp.In the past, it was just simple camping when traveling and resting, but this time, there is no doubt that they are planning to stay for a long time. The camp was built meticulously, and the tents and fences are all available.

This is also a good thing for Red Hart, at least he can take a good rest and warm his numb legs from the cold.

As the days passed, more and more werewolf herders came to the foot of the mountain. Camps of all sizes surrounded the foot of the mountain, and they were faintly divided into two factions.

The wolf herders in the camp all seemed very calm. Most of them practiced martial arts in their tents or in the woods. Only a few went out to hunt and dragged back fat, white giant bears with their pack of wolves.

Finally, the blizzard stopped, and the thick clouds slowly dissipated, revealing the stars all over the sky, and a white full moon.

The clear brilliance of the full moon sprinkled in the dark forest, on the black mountains, and at the foot of the mountains, in the camps.

"Wow." A wolf howl broke the silence of the night.

"Wow." Countless wolves howled.

The werewolf herders opened their eyes, raised the curtains of the tents, and walked out.

Their expressions were unprecedentedly serious and dignified.Everyone seemed to be full of power, and the inner energy visible to the naked eye flowed around them, condensing an astonishing momentum.

They walked forward, gathered together in silence, gathered again, and walked out of the camp in silence.

Beside them, there are ferocious giant wolves with shiny fur, smooth muscles, exposed fangs, and glints in their eyes.

Teams walked out of the camps one by one, and gathered in front of the black, wolf-shaped mountain range, the huge mountain peak like a wolf's head.

Then an old voice sounded in this boundless night, echoing in this silent mountain forest:
"200 years, 200 years, 200 years of growth, 200 years of waiting, 200 years of tempering and watching, we have come here again! We have come before Him again! Our God, our faith , our father, our father! We have come before him. Let us shout his name! Fenrir!"

"Fenrir!" "Fenrir!" "Fenrir!".
Countless werewolf herders roared wildly.

"Today, whether it is day-by-day or moon-worshiping, whether it is the descendants of Skur or the descendants of Hati, all of us wolf herders are gathered here. We put aside our mutual hatred and have gone through countless hardships. , gathered in front of Him. We came here not for anything else, but for sacrifice! Today, now, we will conduct the grandest sacrifice! Our sacrifice of Fenrir!"

"The Sacrifice of Fenrir!" "The Sacrifice of Fenrir!" "The Sacrifice of Fenrir!".
Countless werewolf herders roared again.

"Our god, our beloved ancestor, has been sleeping for a thousand years, and has been sealed for a thousand years. In the thousand years, he has lost too much, whether it is divine power or blood, whether it is power or freedom, he has lost everything. All are lost. He can only lie here, in this isolated place, quietly, like a huge rock, a huge mountain. No one knows His past glory, His mission, His His pride, His might."

"However, we have not forgotten! Only we will never forget! He is the wolf of doom! He is the wolf that destroys the world! He is the wolf that devours the gods! He is the wolf that devours the sun and the moon! He is the strongest, Invincible, supreme wolf! He is our ancestor! He is also our future!"

"We shall perform this sacrifice! With our flesh! With our blood! With our heart! With our soul! To water him, to nourish him, to break the chains! To break the seal! To awaken his spirit Sleep!"

"Go, go! Go vent! Go fight! Go spill our blood! Go awaken our souls! Go sacrifice our all! Go sacrifice our gods!"

Countless werewolf herders howled, like a turbulent torrent, submerging into the black wolf-shaped mountain range.

(End of this chapter)