Chapter 51 2.9 Blackhorn Antelope and Tundra Dire Wolf

Loki was not worried about Jerome's skills.

Loki has learned his skills before. As the chosen one of the "Righteous Path" of the Holy Bishop, if he could be scratched to death by two pheasants, then the Holy Bishop, the "Holy Lord Christ", would be too much.

You know, the pheasant is the first creature that a 6-year-old Viking child has to face when he picks up a sword. Only children who successfully kill the pheasant are eligible to continue to live.

If you didn't kill the pheasants, or were scratched to death by the pheasants, you can only say that they are not worthy of living in Scandinavia.

Nearly 15 minutes later, bursts of shrill screams mixed with a few rays of pure white holy light overflowed from the room. Hearing two knocks on the door, Loki opened the small window like a visiting window again and looked at Jerome inside the house.

Today he was not wearing the plain white cloth robe that Loki found in "The Sunken City", but an ordinary leather coat.

At this time, the leather coat was covered with scratches, and there were several wounds on Jerome's face and hands. Loki laughed when he saw that all he had sustained were superficial wounds. Then without hesitation, the window closed again with a bang.

This time, what fell from the roof was a larger wooden cage. And in that cage stood a black goat with huge hard horns.

"God! Do all you Vikings 'practice swords' like this?"

"Haha," Loki laughed outside the door, "How can we have time to practice swordsmanship? All killings are practiced in the wild with various cruel animals, in life-and-death fights."

"If you can't even kill animals, how can you possibly beat those more ferocious Slavic giants! Brother Jerome, the two chickens are just the appetizer for today, the main event is all behind!"

After saying this, he released the black goat, which was as big as a calf, from its wooden cage.

The wild black goats in the peninsula are completely different from the breeds raised by English herders. These thick black creatures have huge curved horns and extremely developed hard muscles.

After snorting twice, the Black Goat looked at Jerome's direction, lowered his head and charged towards him.

This breed of black goat is called "impala". For thousands of years, Viking "mountain people" have sought various ways to domesticate this creature. Because this is a terrifying creature that can climb a 70-degree slope with a heavy load. However, the wildness rooted deep in the bones has prevented hundreds of generations from completing this achievement.

Impalas are extremely powerful and have a very violent temperament. If you encounter seven or eight of them charging in the stony barren mountains, even the pack of wolves will have to give way to three points. Some mountain hunters once saw the leader rushing down the hillside, and even pushing the bear off the cliff!

Such fighting power is definitely not comparable to the two pheasants just now.

At this time, Jerome, who was locked in the center of the room, already knew exactly what kind of lunatics the Vikings were. He raised his broadsword and just recited two prayers when the black goat rushed in front of him like a strong wind. He dodged in embarrassment, and there was a loud "dong" sound in his ears.

The log wall behind him, as thick as a bucket, had been knocked into a miserable crack.

"Brother Jerome, chop off its legs!"

"Yes, for a goat, breaking a leg is the best way to attack!" The stout servants standing next to Loki responded in time. To survive in a Viking village, even servants and wives must take up arms to fight when invaded by foreign enemies.

Many seemingly kind cooking ladies have a lot of living blood on their hands.

"Isn't it too fast to train him with impala on the first day?"

"Haha, hurry up?? It's so easy to be the 'Archbishop' of Hanshui Village Cathedral? As a Viking priest, you have to look like a Viking!"

"There is a tundra galloping wolf and a mountain wild boar waiting for him behind him! I still know what this guy is capable of. The most these beasts can do is make him lose a few pieces of meat and vomit a few mouthfuls of blood."

"——I can't even kill the Bishop!"

In the slaughtering room, Jerome was embarrassed to avoid the attack of this violent goat. He knew that as long as he could finish the prayer and let the holy light in his body cover the broad sword, it would only take one sword to kill the beast in front of him.

However, the room was too narrow for him to read a complete sentence.

"Breathe!" Loki shouted outside the room.

"Control your breath! Have you never seen a girl group practice singing and dancing? In essence, it is a kind of 'moving and casting'. After practicing for the first half of the year, you can basically master it! Oh, by the way, there seems to be no such thing as a girl group in this plane. "

Jerome, who was so exhausted in the room, couldn't hear Loki's words. The method he adopted was the stupidest and most direct method - exhausting the goat's energy!

Finally, after nearly half an hour of charging, the impala's movement slowed down significantly, and he finally recited the prayer in full.

"I am the awakening fire that the Holy Father has come to the world to drive away darkness and evil, and cut off the sins and devils that corrode the world."

Pure white holy light emanated from his body and extended to the broad sword in his hand. The holy light flashed, and the power of the holy light, like a laser sword, fell on the head of the blackhorn, and actually sliced ​​the goat into two neat pieces from head to tail!

The incision was smooth and delicate, and the goat even stood upright for a while before blood and internal organs flowed out of the incision.

The Slavic servants around Loki were stunned. After living in the village for a long time, they have seen many powerful warriors, but a weirdo like Jerome who can emit holy light from his body

Not to mention watching or listening, they have never heard of it.

"Haha, not bad, not bad!" Loki clapped his hands standing outside the door, "Being able to kill a black antelope means you have the fighting power of a 10-year-old Viking boy!"

"Aunties, pass him a pot of water and two pieces of bread to rest. After he is full, kill another one."

"Loki, that's enough!" Jerome shouted inside, "I am a disciple of the saint, and my master taught me not to kill at will."

Loki ignored him at all. After the food was handed in, poor Jerome only ate two bites, and he found that another cage was lowered in front of him.

And in this cage, there was a gray-haired giant wolf that was as tall as a person!

"Hey, my brother! The enemies on the battlefield will not wait for you to finish your food quietly before launching an attack! Those 'frost people' living in the northern mountains will even bury themselves in the cold frozen soil and attack you from under the soil!"

"This time the enemy is not a gentle herbivore! This is the beast killed by a 15-year-old Viking boy at his coming-of-age ceremony: the tundra dire wolf!"

"If they kill the dire wolf, they will be given an armband symbolizing a warrior by the lord, and they will also be given a woman! Many gifted children can kill this thing alone at the age of 12."

"So I wish you good luck!"

With a light bang, Loki closed the inspection port again. To be honest, he was a little worried that Jerome would die in the wolf's mouth. But he had seen Duke Bernard's attitude towards him last month.

He must train this priest into a reliable fighting force as soon as possible before the spring. When the ice and snow melt in the spring of next year, he doesn't know whether Bernard will launch a siege against Hanshui Village.

There is no essential difference between dying now and dying in the spring of next year.

He had a premonition that a war between him and the Duke was inevitable.