The Son Of Ragnar

Bjorn spoke to the ladies and gathered all the information he could about his brother from these two ladies. This debunked the rumor that he was dead, and Bjorn was glad he listened to his gut feeling.

Gudrun was amazed by how Bjorn looked, he looked nothing like Tyr nor did he act like him.

Bjorn was a lot more stern and looked more intimidating than his younger brother.

He got the information he needed, he got and they were on their way.

The women wanted to come with him, or was it more accurate to say Gudrun and Nora?

Both ladies mounted the horses and freed up as Bjorn had lost a few of his men in this attack.

Even he could not leave unscathed as the casualties he took were a reminder.

Gudrun and Nora rode beside Bjorn, and they told him stories about Tyr and how he killed Skol and conquered their clan.

Bjorn went from uninterested to asking questions to chuckle, he was a lot warmer than he was a few minutes and Viggo noted this.

He looked at both the ladies, he did not like what he was seeing because Viggo sensed that these ladies might prove to be a problem.

Gudrun found herself stealing glances at him, there was something about his blue eyes that drew Gudrun in. Bjorn was a lot different than she thought he would be and it was refreshing.

"Tyr has made quite the name for himself here," Bjorn said with a cackle.

"Tyr has given all of us hope and I know the future that awaits me if I stick by him," Gudrun said and Bjorn simply smiled in response.

Viggo was beginning to doubt that Bjorn had what it takes to kill Tyr because frankly, Tyr was a frightening individual going by these stories and no one in their mind would want to make him an enemy.

Ivan listened too, Tyr was just as impressive as he had hoped. No, he was even more impressive and this showed. Viggo and Ivan found themselves feeling excited at the prospect of meeting this boy.

They arrived where the last battle was fought with Aksel but no one was there, just frozen corpses; the good thing about this was they could follow the footprints.

They had passed here, and the fact that it had not snowed for a day allowed them to follow these tracks. 

"Urgghh.." A troubled voice echoed, and Gudrun\'s eyes darted from left to right, she searched for the source; to her surprise, she met The Mad Hound.

He was still alive after a day here and that was surprising. He should have frozen to death but logic did not apply to the Mad Hound.

He was a man that could strengthen his muscles to be impervious to damage, something no one else could do.

Gudrun unmounted her horse and rushed to him; he was injured when he tried to fight Aksel.

Aksel was strong enough to beat him as the Mad Hound was fast for his size but not against someone on Aksel\'s level even though Aksel was weakened.

But his muscles had saved him.

"We do not have time for this," Bjorn said and he was about to continue forward but he realized he did not know where he was going.

He gestured for his men to help her and they did just that, Bjorn had no intention of waiting until he recovers but he did not need to, the Mad Hound was a freak of nature.

They realized his muscles had somehow stopped the bleeding, he had flexed it but this only reduced the bleeding thus how he was allowed.

"Hey! Close the wound!" The Mad Hound screamed and the Vikings were surprised he had so much energy left in him, his body was cold as ice yet it did not shut down.

They wanted to bandage his wound but he stopped them, a huge cut was across his torso and it looked like if he stood up, his guts would spill out.

"Sew it!" The Mad Hound said, tapping the thread hanging out from his clothes. 

Bjorn was surprised by his resilience and it had him questioning just what kind of warriors existed in these parts.

His men did just that, they sewed his wound and The Mad Hound was on his feet in the blink of an eye as it is revealed the only reason why he laid on the floor was because of that.

"Fascinating…" Bjorn muttered under his breath, he offered this man a horse but he preferred to walk as he needed to regulate his body temperature.

Bjorn had no problem with this and they were on their own less than ten minutes after because The Mad Hound claimed to know just where they were, he had seen Kolbeinn rescued by a bunch of men and Gudrun was relieved to hear this.

The only thing they needed to say to get the Mad Hound\'s blood pumping was that Noa was in danger and he was cooperative,

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Tyr was bleeding profusely, his condition was not looking good as he had a black eye with a busted lip, he had multiple cuts of varying degrees on his body and the cheers were back.

At this point, Jökull was just messing with Tyr, he was beating him like a ragdoll.

Tyr\'s legs were wobbly, he now understood the purpose of this whole execution was to show everyone that he was just a boy.

The stories about him needed to be debunked, and Sighvatur was destroying the myth once and for all.

Tyr could not stand this humiliation but there was also nothing he could do about it but what if he could? Tyr, for the first time in a really long time, was overcome by pure undiluted rage.

He gnawed his teeth and clenched his fists so hard that blood leaked through.

"I… will…. kill…. You!" Tyr threatened and the moment he said this, his eyes rolled to the back of his head and Sighvatur immediately got up on his feet, looking terrified for the first time since

this war started.

"I-It can\'t be!"