Vinland Saga Garm นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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Then he jerked his arm down and tore the entire black cloth from the wall. And my jaw copied that movement and also probably dropped to the ground somewhere. Because the graffiti on the wall was done....and every inch exceeded my expectations from those two little hamsters. It was a Viking skull wearing a horned helmet. He did not lack two long braids of braided hair, a goatee or a pissed off expression. And there was a huge ax stuck in his helmet, just by the way. On each side was one raven of Odin himself - Hugin and Munin. Both birds were shaded in such detail that I could have stared at it for quite a while if there weren't about a thousand other stimuli to explore. However, above all th

“Alpha Hunter, before you go, why not have a drink? We ran so fast that you could get dehydrated.” My golden eyes, always alert, regarded Garm with suspicion. Caution was the compass guiding my actions, especially in crucial moments. “Alright,” I said cautiously. Garm took out a bottle from his bag, handing it to me. As I opened it, I held it in front of my nose, checking for the presence of Wolfbane. Garm, observing my caution, questioned. “What are you doing? Do you distrust me, my lord?” I looked him directly in the eyes. “Better safe than sorry.”

The words of Lard manage to make the big man’s shoulders to relax. “I can lead us there. The goblin was telling the truth.” The pirate rises his hands and then looks down to all that blood that coats his clothes now. “I left him with no choice.” Garth’s hand that is on the lock of the barn moves and the rusty chain that connects the mechanized lockset moves. The captain looks at him once more as if asking him to move aside but doesn’t as the look is enough to force him to move out of the way. Garth opens the door for her but even so he is slow to do it as he knows what will happen. Salavanta draws her pistol in her hand and walks in the barn. The sound of her makasons echoed through the barn