Emery stood on the top of the magnificent warship. The smell of the salty breeze hung in the air and the seawater splashed onto his face every so often. Up here, there was only him and the clear blue skies above.
He had sailed for six days and spent most of his time either cultivating in his cabin or on the deck staring at the ocean like he was doing now.
Mighty waves shook the vessel he stood on, but he did not seem to be bothered. In fact, none of the Vikings even paid it any notice.
All around him, more than one hundred warships could be seen, consisting of two dozen warships and smaller ships to accompany them.
There was something to be said about the bravery of these Danes.
Within just 6 days, the journey already took a dozen ships and almost a hundred lives, but none of them were affected by it.
They bravely faced the notion of death, crossing even the mightiest seas with nothing but the fire burning in their hearts for the sake of glory.
It was an admirable thing, that's for sure.
As he was lost in his thoughts, Emery felt the presence of someone approaching. He turned around to see the Jarl also came to see the ocean in front of them
"We should have arrive anytime soon now"
Emery didn't have the time to pay much attention to the Jarl before, but now that he did, he realized Jarl Haraldson was nothing short of imposing. Especially now that he was wearing his battle outfit.
He was a tall, bulky man and, despite his status, his fur coat seemed to be made of a patchwork combined from various beasts. A massive axe with dark red edges hung on the Jarl's back, the pattern on the edges reminded Emery of what remains of the enemy's spilled blood. He wore a helmet that covered most of his face, but his beard and fierce green eyes were still visible.
Now that they had almost arrived in Britannia, knowing the battle would start soon, Emery decided to be bold and asked.
"Tell me, Jarl Haraldson, what are you really trying to achieve with this war? What is it? Is it a piece of land? Gold and silver… or perhaps glory?"
Jarl Haraldson let out a boisterous laugh, as if someone had just asked about the funniest joke from the past
"Hahaha! We want all of them, of course!"
Emery felt that although the Jarl believed in what he said and had answered with determination, it was as if he never cared about the risks at all.
"I wonder if all vikings have no fear of death…" Emery said more to himself rather than asking, but the Jarl had turned excited with the remarks
"There is no reason for us to fear death. Every day, we hope for our god to be merciful and grant us the most meaningful death, for that is the only way to be chosen to enter the halls of Valhalla."
It's always fascinating to hear someone so passionate about battle, but the truth was Emery didn't believe in god anymore. It was because he had met them, the Nephilims. Hence he thought, although fascinating, the Jarl's idea of death for the gods was just foolish.
Realizing Emery's expression, the Jarl asked.
"Tell me, warrior, you are a Briton, aren't you?"
"Yes." Emery answered bluntly. There was no reason for him to be afraid of the Jarl, but his reply surprised him.
"Good, very good. As you know the Immortal King himself, you must be very strong, aren't you? I really hope we get to meet on the battlefield."
Silence reigned between them for a few minutes, before the ship finally saw the shore. The other ships followed suit and, before long, thousands of Danes warriors filled out the white sands of Brittania.
They all decided to head a little bit deeper to see if there was any enemy waiting for them, and after walking for a few minutes, they found a group of people waiting for them.
The Danes all pulled out their weapons, their faces a mix of tense and happy, only to let out a disappointment when they saw who was waiting.
"That's Jarl Erick man! The bastard has arrived here first!"
Although a little bit annoyed, The Jarl quickly calmed himself down, "Don't worry warriors, they may have arrived first, but we shall be the first to reach glory!" The Jarl lifted his axe and shouted, accompanied by the roaring cheers of the other warriors.
Now that they have arrived at their destination, the Jarl had decided to set up camp. Emery decided to go his separate ways and thanked Jarl Haraldson for the ride
Emery decided to head towards Logress.
He quickly ran with such a speed while using spirit reading to know more about the situation around the outskirts of Iceni Kingdom's territory.
It was then he realized that all of the Iceni villages were empty. This actually gave Emery a lot of relief as he assumed most of the people were already warned about the invasion of the Danes.
If Iceni had prepared things in advance, so should the other six kingdoms. But a few more minutes running deeper into the Iceni territory, Emery's finally could sense a gathering of people.
At first he thought there was a village that had not yet been evacuated, but when he came closer he realized that this was a gathering of warriors
His gut feeling told him to go and check them out. He activated both [Spatial Gate] and [Hide in Shadow] at the same time. Right as the black tear in space appeared; thin wisps of black mist moved on his body and slithered to cover his skin like a blanket before disappearing.
He entered the tear and landed close to them. With the help of his skill to mask his presence, he walked as close as possible to the clearing, where the source of the voices came from.
When he peeked out to see the group that had gathered. On one side, several silver knights bearing the Iceni's banners stood while the Danes stood on the other side. Thanks to his enhanced senses, he was able to hear everything they were saying.
Realizing what was being discussed, Emery was barely able to contain his shock. what they said came second to the realization that they were not fighting against each other. They were actually collaborating.
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