Chapter 153 4.13 Storm Acolyte of Snow Grave Valley

At the same time, Hanshui Village was 15 miles away.

snow grave valley

All ice and snow have disappeared in the Snow Grave Valley in summer. Thanks to the large amount of snow accumulated here in winter, the soil at the bottom of the valley is extremely fertile. The grass seeds blown into the Snow Grave Valley by the monsoon will experience a surge in summer. When the weeds are at their highest, they can even briefly form a grassland at the bottom of the valley.

It was unusually quiet in the Snow Grave Valley late at night. As late summer approaches, the evening wind blows through the wildly growing weeds, revealing a few wild boars looking for grass seeds in the grass.

The beast that was quietly foraging by the river suddenly pricked up its ears. However, before it could turn around and run away, a heavy short ax flying through the air had already struck its skull.

The companions around him screamed and ran away. But the wild boar, whose head was smashed into pieces, fell quietly on the spot.

The second the flying ax embedded itself in the skull, it was already dead.

"Haha, tonight's dinner is here!" A big man in black robes with thick blue paint on his face pushed aside the waist-high weeds, grabbed one of the wild boar's hind legs and threw it onto the horse's back.

Wild boars are considered to be the most terrifying creatures in the river valley after humans and bears. Ordinary hunters would avoid such brutal omnivores when encountering them in the wild, but a big man could easily kill the wild boar without any effort.

Pulling out the hatchet that shattered the skull, the big man swung it in the air. The hatchet drew a perfect arc in mid-air and landed accurately into the leather bag on the side of the saddle.

"Haha, what Master Irushil said is indeed true. The ultimate destination of the berserker path still depends on cultivating other methods. The Spartan body refining technique is indeed more useful than imagined!"

"Using a flying ax as a throwing spear can still achieve good practical results!"

After getting on his horse, the big man in black robe galloped and reached the top of the canyon in a short time. At the entrance of a burning cave, he dismounted with the wild boar on his shoulders, and three other figures immediately appeared in the cave.

"How are you doing? Did you notice anything unusual?" The speaker was a middle-aged man wearing a blue robe and with snow-white silver hair. The Acolytes of the Storm refer to him as "Master Irithyr."

He is a high-level Stormbringer in the Hall of Valor.

In the "Holy Mountain" of the Vikings, there are only six chosen ones who can hold this position, and these people are not amazingly talented practitioners.

Master Irushil is a Raven, Berserker dual path Chosen. Not only does he possess dual divine power, he has also been practicing for a long time in the ancient body-refining books stored in the Hall of Valor for thousands of years. It is rumored that these books were all compiled by the "Aesir" who rule Asgard. His strength is mysterious and extremely powerful.

Standing in front of him was a Storm Acolyte who was completely covered in black. He did not speak, but took out a few herbs and an old medicine basket from behind him.

"It seems that our brother who went out to collect herbs did indeed die in the hands of the hunters in Hanshui Village. Haha, Odin, thank you for the 'huge help' you provided to me!"

Everyone present understood what Irushil's words meant.

In the Viking social system, although the Hall of Valor in the "Holy Mountain" is above the social system, the Storm Priests are the messengers of the gods in the mortal world. They could preach and teach, but they did not have the right to execute the lords at will.

Unless the lord makes the mistake of killing the envoy first.

Master Irushil has no personal enmity with Loki, but recently, one of his much-anticipated apprentices, "Sart" from Hanshui Village, is about to complete his one-year training contract with the Hall of Valor.

As a much-anticipated powerful warrior, he rejected Master Irushil's request to train him as an envoy and insisted on returning to Loki's side.

Master Irushil was not happy about this.

There are only 6 divine envoys in the Hall of Valor on the Holy Mountain. They control the 6 temples left by the gods in the Hall of Valor in the world. They are extremely powerful in Scandinavia. The "Storm God" controls the potions belonging to his own temple, and any one of them can be called a rich lord.

Not only that, Viking nobles have always been accustomed to hiring a storm acolyte into their territory to serve as shaman. On weekdays, he is responsible for divination of good and bad luck, observing the stars, communicating with gods, etc. These people are nominally there to help the lord, but secretly they have always been the spies installed by the Hall of Valor in the lord's city.

Basically, no big or small thing that happens in Scandinavia can escape the intelligence network of the six great envoys.

Facing such a powerful profession, Master Irushil never thought that anyone would refuse. However, this ordinary hunter named Sartre rejected him neatly.

His reason is also very simple: I am the hunting captain of Hanshui Village, and my lord still needs me to go back and feed my people.

This was the first time Master Irushil heard the name "Cold Water Village".

The second event was the death of Ahai, the "Learned One".

Ahai was an old man, and death at that age was not unusual. But for nearly half a year after his death, Hanshui Village never sent anyone to ask for the reassignment of the Storm Acolytes.

Not only that, something even weirder is yet to come. After the beginning of spring, the Storm Acolyte who was stationed in Wuya Town returned to the Holy Mountain in a hurry, saying that Wuya Town had been annexed by Hanshui Village, and he was driven back by the new lord.

A noble Storm Acolyte was driven back to the Holy Mountain by the lord? ?

At this point, Master Irushil has completely remembered this cold water village.

Of course, he was just confused at best, far from holding a grudge. Even after annexing Fog Duck Town, the scale of Hanshui Village was still too small to be in Irithyll's eyes.

However, recently, Storm Acolytes who went out to collect medicinal herbs began to disappear quietly in the "Razor Ridge" near Fog Duck Town. This incident finally aroused his vigilance.

Eighty percent of Valhalla's income comes from making and selling potions that open the upgrade path, and many of the auxiliary materials for making potions require Storm Acolytes to enter the Tianduan Mountains to collect and search in person. Although a few Storm Acolytes fall off the cliff or are injured by wild beasts every year, the whole group disappears without a trace several times, which is rare in a hundred years.

You know, no matter how weak these people are, they are the chosen ones who drank the potion. Even if they are defeated by the beast tide, they always have a chance to escape.

There seems to be only one possibility for repeated annihilation: someone maliciously murdered them.

The biggest suspect is naturally the nearest Hanshui Village.

Seeing the medicine basket belonging to the Storm Acolyte appear in the castle of Hanshui Village, Master Iruthyel laughed instead of getting angry. With several charges added together, he no longer had any reason to keep Loki alive.

The Storm Priests in Valhalla never needed to be judged for killing people. As the incarnation of gods in the mortal world, even if they killed the Viking royal family, no one would dare to question them.

Iruthyel had collected all the evidence he needed. He clapped his hands gently, and several huge crows flew out of the shadows of the cave, landed on his shoulders and screamed twice.

"You three, come with me to Hanshui Village to deal with this trouble called Loki. As for Eomer, you stay in the cave and prepare breakfast!"

"Hurry up, we will be back within an hour. Remember to put more chili"

"And don't steal my wine!"

Eomer looked at Master Iruthyel and his three brothers running away speechlessly. He sighed, picked up the pig leg and started to gut it.

The Lord of God always keeps his word. Since he said he would return within an hour, he only had one hour to prepare the barbecue for them.

The penalty for overtime was not something that a new apprentice like him could bear.