"Yes, we have never seen a berserker with such outstanding fighting skills, but we have never seen such a violent warrior." Ang said to Ulf.

The Danish Berkeley named Luther, holding his hands-long axe, wielding freely among the enemy. Anyone who attempts to attack or wants to wait for him will be surprised to find that the Berkeley is extremely cunning,

He would not waste a slight effort, but at the same time he seemed not afraid of any pain or wounds, and he would even use the same fighting style. This terrible attack method was terrifying.

"He seemed to have no idea what death was." Ang said, recalling the situation at that time. In the heavy rain, Luther was besieged by dozens of Finnish pirates. They even used bows and arrows, but Lu was inserted with arrows.

But Se was fearless and ran over and split the enemy in half.

Such a terrifying warrior and without drinking any potion, the Finnish pirates were frightened. They hurriedly fled in a panic, leaving only the roaring Luther, whose red hair was eye-catching in the heavy rain.

"Then why didn't Khrov recruit him?" Ulf asked strangely.

"Solicly, but the berserker named Luther seemed to ignore anyone except the orders of the prophet." Anger shrugged and said.

"So it seems that I must have to visit this female prophet again." Ulf touched his chin, and he wanted to see what the Danish Berserker looked like.

The prophet lives in the black forest of East Hamar, where there is a sanctuary for the gods. The priests perform mysterious rituals every day to please or appease the wrath of the gods, under the tall trees.

An unexpected guest came in the tree hole today.

"I, Ulf, the new Lord of East Hamar, offer sacrifices to the sanctuary." Ulf brought Viside to the place, and they brought a pure black goat and a white cow,

In addition, she brought a bucket of jewelry, and when Ulf placed these offerings before the prophet, she was unmoved.

"Bless you, Lord of Donghamar, the gods will look at you." The prophet sat in front of the altar, and she stretched out her slender arms gracefully, her white and tender palms stretched towards Ulf, five green onions like

His fingers and scarlet nails bloomed in front of him like charming flowers.

"?" Ulf looked confused. He didn't understand what this meant. Vesed behind him walked forward and whispered in his ear.

"Go and lick her palms." Weised said to Ulf.

"What?" Ulf was surprised and thought he had heard it wrong, but after Veside's repeated determination, he had to step forward, stick out his tongue and lick the Prophet's palm, which was a sour smell.

The mouth was filled with Ulf, and he felt a little disgusted, but now he had something to ask the prophet to suppress the disgust in his heart.

"Lord, what else do you have?" The prophet withdrew his palm with satisfaction, and then asked lightly.

"I want to ask about the good or bad luck of going to Britain this time." Ulf coughed softly. Of course, he was embarrassed to ask the female prophet for the berserker, so he first found a public reason to ask.

"I understand." The prophet looked at the black sheep, white cow in front of him, and the jewelry, and was satisfied, so he stopped refusing. The prophet asked the priest to bring a bag, which contained some shaking and crispy.

The sound of things sounded like stones to Ulf, and the prophet burned choking smoke and dust at the statue of the god, and then she greedily sucked the smoke.

The prophet who had been sucked in smoke gradually entered a state of confusion, and Ulf couldn't help but cover his mouth and nose. He knew that the smoke must be mushrooms like poisonous mushrooms in the forest, and they would paralyze the nerves.

If you absorb too much, it will definitely be bad for your body.

"Crazy." The prophet poured out the things in the bag, and saw some smooth pebbles inside, but strange symbols were carved on these pebbles. After fiddling, the prophet seemed to feel something.

"How is it?" Although he didn't believe in these divination very much, Ulf couldn't help but ask in the face of the unknown.

"I saw huge waves, and Yemengard was churning his body at the bottom of the sea, a black wolf was running in the wilderness, blood soaked the beach of the coast, the crown rolled into the mud, the two brothers were fighting, the crow was fighting, the crow

Flying through the sky~~~~.” The prophet's palm was twitching among the pebbles, and her mouth kept muttering to herself. The unclear words even forced Ulf to bow his head and listen, but soon

The prophet stopped his dreamy voice.

"What do she mean?" Ulf looked at Veside beside him in confusion, and the other party looked confused.

"Ah~~." Suddenly, the prophet who lowered his head suddenly raised his head. She suddenly floated out of the water like a drowning person, breathing in big mouths of air, and her chest was undulating violently.

"Are you okay with the prophet?" Ulf hurriedly stepped forward and supported her. The prophet, who was as weak as if he had lost his bones, fell into Ulf's arms, and a strange herbal fragrance penetrated into Ulf's arms.

In his husband's nose, he couldn't help but want to sneeze.

"Huh, I'm fine." The prophet slowly woke up, she pushed Ulf away and said tiredly.

"That's good." Ulf withdrew his hand awkwardly. He saw the runes on the stones on the ground. He remembered that it seemed to be Niru's words, an ancient Nordic word that absorbed hieroglyphs and pronunciation.

It’s just a pity that the North just used it as a tool for divination.

"What else do you have?" The Prophet raised his head weakly, and removed her dark circles and pale face because of the drug use. In fact, the Prophet was a very beautiful woman. Ulf was stunned and coughed.

"I heard that Prophet you have a berserker here. Can I see him?" Ulf said quickly.

"Belsweat?" The Prophet seemed very strange, and she glanced at Ulf in wonder.

Surprisingly, the prophet did not reject Ulf. In fact, she felt that Ulf could not take the berserker away at all, so she walked down the altar and took them to the depths of the tree hole.

Following the winding and mossy path, they finally arrived at a place full of mushrooms deep in the tree hole, where the berserker Luther curled up there wrapped in blankets, like a time

The abandoned sculptures remain motionless.

"My name is Ulf, and hello to the new lord of East Hamar." Ulf stood in front of Luther and greeted him.

But Luther didn't even raise his eyelids. His blue eyes were staring at the mushrooms growing on the roots of the tree in front of him, as if he was not interested in anything else in the world.

"Lord, I think it's better to forget it. His soul seems to fall into the underworld." Wiesed frowned. He seemed to have seen too many warriors like Luther. You can guess that it must have happened to him.

Some terrible things were done, and those things tear his soul into pieces and could not be pieced together at all.

"We are going to fight in Britain. Are you willing to follow us to take risks?" Ulf sighed, feeling a little regretful. This is called Luther's berserker so strong. If he can join his ranks, he will definitely bring him.

A great advantage.

"Oh no, who asked you to mention that name?" But as soon as Ulf finished speaking, the Prophet's face changed, and she said loudly.

"What's the name?" Ulf and Vised were both surprised. They didn't seem to say anything, but Luther, who was originally curled up against the tree root wall, reacted. His body began to shake, and a roar was like a roar.

The whine sounded out.

"I blame me for not telling you in advance that the word Britain is a taboo in front of him." The prophet had to take a few steps back, she said to Ulf.

"British?" Ulf's heart moved. Could it be that this berserker named Luther had been to Britain, and what had happened to him there, so he had such a big reaction.
Chapter completed!