Bloodlines of the Ancient Pantheons

Chapter 491: CDXCI. The Spirit Of Vengeance

"Of course, I know it well. I'm sorry if it looks like I doubt your abilities, but believe me, if that's the case, I would never have asked you to follow me down here and I would have let you go with King Einar and everyone else" he replied wisely.

"The mission will be dangerous, we could all die. But this time I'm not afraid, I feel like I'm part of something bigger than me, and leaving for a place I've never seen, to face unknown enemies, makes me confident. For many years I have been trying to feel similar emotions, in my opinion, this is what every true warrior should feel" she replied, explaining to Dag the emotions she was feeling.

"I've been thinking about it all my life long, ever since I chose to become a Berserkr. If the Claws Of Fenir give us a chance to confront their leaders, I will convince them to side with us against lies Of Loki, who have driven them out of their own capital, Klorr. Faced with this choice, they will not be able to back down and will certainly accept our help against an enemy greater than them. In this way, we will form another huge alliance, bringing together two Clans of Krypstorm and my revenge on Lies Of Loki can be completed. I will never forget what they did to my father, Stein. I'm going to kill their leader with my own hands. His name is Hakon" Dag said again, keeping his voice low and trying not to attract the attention of passers-by. 

Freydis was partly astonished by his attitude, realizing that, somehow, he had managed to kill two birds with one stone, and in a short time, he would both complete his revenge and undertake his only real mission, that of discovering the truth about the Crystal of Fire and the prophecy.

Dag's gaze was more determined and focused than usual: since he found out there was a remote chance to fight Lies Of Loki, he had begun to want nothing else, losing the interest for all the rest.

"You are using Kranus's power and knowledge for your own purposes... was that your goal from the beginning?" Freydis asked, looking pleasantly astonished at Dag.

"Of course, I told you. The Giants Of Ymir are an asset not to be underestimated and I noticed it from the first meeting with their leader. I killed his son, and yet here I am, in command of his troops. Knowing how to talk is important, but sometimes it doesn't matter if you can't fight. Ever since I killed his bodyguards, Kranus has started looking at me with different eyes, and I've taken advantage of him right away. When we fled Fort Hvit, I wasn't sure he would welcome us to his city without any effort, but something inside me told me we'd make it" Dag continued, trying to explain to Freydis what had happened in his scheming brain.

"You've always been like this since we were two kids. You have always calculated every detail, with a patience and a determination that no one has... this has made you who you are today, a powerful and wise warrior, at only 18 years old... I'm happy to have met you, Dag, I feel very lucky..." she replied, making that moment slightly sweeter and squeezing Dag's hand as they walked.

When they arrived in the arena, Wrage and Gunnar were watching the training of the recruits, some of whom were showing them the combat techniques learned by the two Okstorm warriors: in particular, the five soldiers with the spear, made a practical demonstration of the moves that Freydis had taught them, being now able to make the most of the range of their weapons, especially useful to keep their enemies at a distance. , to have full control of the fight.

"Very well, guys!" Freydis shouted from the top of the arena, drawing everyone's attention as if she was at home.

The warriors who were fighting looked up and stopped, standing upright with the lower end of their spears resting on the ground, warmly greeting their new Master of that discipline.

"Where have you been? We've been waiting for you all morning! We forced the warriors to practice the techniques you explained yesterday, but at this rate, their learning will be slower and slower!" Gunnar said aloud, scolding both of them and inviting them to quickly descend into the arena to continue their daily task.

Without mentioning the fact that until then they had been together with Kranus and the warriors of the Outposts to discuss a mission of which the two Masters had not even been informed, Dag and Freydis began with the second phase of their training: defense and positioning, that is, the art of being in the right place at the right time, thus avoiding being in the way of themselves and others.

The training continued until late afternoon and of Kranus, Atran, and Kron, no trace.

Trying to focus on that moment and preventing his mind from traveling elsewhere, thinking about the mission he would face the next day, Dag tried to make the lesson as interesting as possible, getting the young warriors to participate and asking them questions, knowing that Gunnar's gaze was focused on him all the time, like Wrage's. 

After the training session, Dag approached the Master of Arms, who looked at him curiously.

"Now it's your turn. You have to teach them four how to use your unique skill. Freydis and I are going home, we are very tired" the young Master said, again avoiding mentioning the mission so as not to be forced to listen to Gunnar's complaints, which certainly would not have approved of not being warned.

"All right, see you tomorrow. On time" he replied, who fortunately had no sense of anything.

Dag and Freydis greeted Gunnar and Wrage and headed to their home, ready to prepare everything necessary for departure and rest. 

Once there, Dag's first thought was to light the fire in the fireplace to warm the interior of the house, cold as a cave.