Garlon stood on the terrace, wearing his armor. The metal surface was full of pits and dents, showing how many fierce battles it had gone through. Animal skins were visible between the cracks, and the fur on them swayed in the wind.
The Viking countries are in a state of iteration of an era. The ancient beliefs are no longer glorious. Only steel and gunpowder will dominate the future. Garen puts on war makeup, puts on a horned helmet, whispers the prayer of Odin, and holds the gun from Yngvegur in his hand.
He looked out at the surface of the Rugged Ice Bay, where the ironclad ship from Ingverg was quietly parked. It was like the Nagilfar in the myth, coming from afar and spreading disaster. Now it brought fireworks to the Rugged Ice Bay, and soon it would go deep into the Sea of Silence and head to the abode of the gods.
As the myth goes, it brings the twilight of the gods.
For a moment, Garlon felt as if he had returned to ten years ago. At that time, there was also an ironclad ship from Inglvig. It also went deep into the Sea of Silence and never returned.
"Sir, the Society of the End has already begun to act. They are marching towards here step by step, and are also indiscriminately attacking civilians."
The deputy appeared behind Garlon, also fully armed, his face hidden in the shadow of his helmet.
"How is the guard deployed?" Garen asked.
"The power is basically concentrated here and in the shipyard. From what we can see so far, the End Society is not very interested in the shipyard. Their main target is still here."
Garlon did not respond. He was thinking that the most valuable thing in the entire Lingbing Bay was not the people here, but the geographical location of Lingbing Bay and the shipyard built on it. Even if the End Society pushed Lingbing Bay into the sea of fire, as long as there were no problems with the shipyard and Floki, they could make a comeback at any time.
"Get ready for the battle. We can only rely on ourselves now."
Garlon glanced at the place behind the heavy walls, then walked down the terrace, raised the gun in his hand and reloaded.
All these disputes started with the return of Floki. In order to explore the Sea of Silence, he joined the Society of the End. However, in the final gathering, he did not die with the others, but survived.
Floki's survival could not be concealed for long. Some of the End Societies in other regions learned the news. They believed that Floki was hypocritical and had betrayed the sacred faith, and now he should be punished.
Tonight is the night of punishment.
This is a bad moment. Perhaps the name of Wilgerdasen will be completely destroyed tonight. No one will come to help them. Whether it is the king or the lords, they all want Floki to die so that they can compete for the rule of this area.
Garlon tried to protect this place, but he was not a lord, he did not have the supreme power, he could only fight alone.
The fire rushed here along the street, and people's wild laughter rang out in the fireworks. They moved forward bathed in the fire until they could no longer take a step and died in the raging flames.
The members of the Society of the End moved forward. They had broken through the patrol's blockade. Facing heavy bullets, they didn't care about the threat of death and marched forward triumphantly.