I don't like the gods, I want to be a hero

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On a peninsula closest to Jotunheim in Midgard, a tribe of Norse people is busy preparing for a marriage competition for Lorraine, the flower of the tribe.

Although there are still a few days before the deadline, most of the young people in the tribe have already finished hunting and sent their spoils to the only temple in the tribe.

On the one hand, it is necessary to serve the gods, and respected prophets and priests act as notaries to ensure the fairness of the game.

On the other hand, although the climate of Midgard is very cold all year round, in the summer when the sun is the most abundant, the huge temperature difference between day and night will still have a great impact on those spoils.

Therefore, in order not to let time and other factors affect the final selection, they need to learn part of the rune characters from the gods, and the priests use the power of magic to preserve the spoils.

Inside the temple, the statue of the handsome god of the sea, Njord, is enshrined at the top, and even other gods are subordinated to him, while an old mother-in-law sits quietly in the temple. As he spoke, his hands kept writing mysterious runes emitting light on the small stones.

It was a rune script, '?' representing ice, and this old woman was the most exalted prophet in the temple.

Since Freya, the god of love and beauty, is in charge of the theocracy of this war at the same time, and she is also a powerful warrior herself, the concept that both men and women can become powerful warriors has penetrated into the minds of the Norse people.

Because of this, in the culture of the Norse people, there is no difference in respect between men and women.

Even, because God Queen Frigg gave women the wisdom that can be passed down from generation to generation, as well as the ability to learn magic and prophecy, the highest-ranking prophets in the tribe are often women.

"Grandma Karen, tell me, among the trophies sent these days, is there anything that catches people's eyes?"

Beside the prophetess, a girl with a pretty face, with dark skin due to the sun, and some solid muscles hidden under her beautiful curves, was lying beside the prophetess curiously asking.

The prophetess known as Kallen did not directly answer the girl's question, but calmly carved the rune stone in her hand, and then glanced at the girl beside her angrily, and at the same time stretched out her withered but unusually strong fingers Lightly tapped the girl's little head.

"What? Our Lorraine girl fell in love with the young man from that family, so she wants grandma to help you with her sweetheart?" Kallen's expression was slightly helpless, but it could be seen from her doting eyes , this old man loves the little girl beside him very much.

"Hee hee!" Lorraine chuckled and hugged the prophetess in front of her. "Where do I have a sweetheart? I'm just curious."

"What kind of novel spoils are there? The most valuable ones sent here so far are a bear the size of a house, and four wild boars that have become climates."

"Is there nothing else?"

"It's not that simple. It's not easy to be able to hunt these trophies. As for the strong ones, even if those young men are willing, the old men who are with them will not let them risk their lives..."

Granny Kalian was chattering. Suddenly, there was a commotion outside the temple, followed by a bang, and the thick gate of the temple was pushed open vigorously.

The prophetess was startled, and subconsciously wanted to reprimand the rudeness of the visitor, but when she turned her head and saw the anxious face of the visitor, she forcibly suppressed the anger in her heart.

"What happened outside?! Why did you come to me in such a panic?"

The female prophet who lived for nearly a century knew very well that the people in the tribe would not be disrespectful to the temple and the gods if it was not a very urgent situation.

Therefore, seeing that the visitor was hesitating and unable to speak, Granny Karen took the initiative to start a conversation to help him sort out his thoughts.

"My...Master Prophet..." The visitor took a few breaths, swallowing as if he wanted to swallow all his anxiety. "The tribe has been attacked, and the patriarch needs the help of adults!"

"Attack!" The Prophet and Lorraine exclaimed at the same time.

"Is it those bastards in the north, or those bloody robbers?"

The prophet decisively collected the carved rune stones around, and at the same time ordered Lorraine to inform other priests and wizards.

"Neither!" The visitor shook his head, the expression on his face becoming extremely solemn. "It's the trolls, those barbarians who only know how to dig holes in the mountains."

"Troll?!"

.........

"Zheng——"

The sound of the bowstring vibrating exploded one after another, and the arrows shot by the Norse flew towards the troll outside the tribe's wall.

They stand upright, with gray-brown moss scattered all over their solid wood-like skin, and their thick limbs contain violent power, which seems to be trembling and powerful.

"Dole! Dole! Dole! Dole..."

The sound of sharp knives piercing into wood came one after another, but except for a few unlucky ones who were turned into hedgehogs by the fire, the rest of the trolls just reached out and grabbed the quivering arrows on their bodies...

"Pfft!"

Gray blood sprayed out, and the troll didn't care about the barbs that had penetrated deep into the flesh, and pulled out the arrow with flesh and blood.

"Roar!!!"

The injuries on their bodies didn't make the trolls shrink back, instead they were even more angry because of the severe pain and blood in their hearts. They roared, and their bloodshot eyes turned red even more.

However, the trolls in this appearance did not frighten the Nurse who were so nervous and regarded death as home. These natural fighters even responded with battle roars.

It was as if he wanted to test his fighting spirit and voice against the trolls.

However, Norton, who stood at the forefront of the Norse people, did not vent his fighting spirit as wantonly as his fellow tribesmen. This upright man in his prime understood that before he was a warrior, he was the chief of the tribe.

Looking at the troll army roaring towards the tribe, he calmly estimated the gap between the enemy and us, and thought about ways to reduce his own casualties.

After making a preliminary plan, he turned around abruptly, raised his fists high and roared.

"Is anyone scared?!!!"

"No!!!"

Regardless of men, women, young or old, the Northmen who could handle weapons roared in unison.

"Then, let those idiots who can only drill holes see the strength and courage of our Norse people!"

As he spoke, Atler took out a hand ax from his waist, and roared loudly.

"Everyone, get ready to throw hand axes!"

.........

What kind of people are the Norse people in mythology?

No matter what the real Norse people are, there is no doubt that this group of berserkers with strong stature, strong muscles and good use of various heavy weapons perfectly interprets what is called "the glory of death, the disgrace of no life" .

In addition, the patriarch Norton used various methods to reduce the combat power of the trolls, and with his outstanding wisdom, he gave full play to their superiority in numbers, and the experienced old man led the young people to besiege the individual trolls at the same time.

One ebbs and another, the Norse actually gained the upper hand in the initial confrontation.

But soon, Norton discovered something was wrong—these trolls exceeded his expectations in terms of strength and endurance. Even though they were injured all over their bodies due to the siege, very few of them actually died.

However, their fighters consumed a lot of physical strength because of their excited fighting spirit, and the situation on the battlefield was suppressed by the troll.

"careful!"

Just as Norton was lost in thought because of the situation on the battlefield, a mournful cry immediately attracted all his attention.

I saw a troll break through the siege of the soldiers, and rushed straight to the other team, a young man who didn't know what was going on behind him.

"Stop!!!" Seeing that the troll was about to pierce the heart of the young soldier, Norton roared and smashed the hammer in his hand to the troll's head...

Chapter 9 The Sideways God

"freeze(?)!"

Seeing that the troll was about to tear the young warrior's body apart with its sharp claws, several rune stones emitting magical light suddenly appeared in the space between it and the warrior.

And with an old but angry roar, the rune stone in the air exploded instantly, and a mist of magic power exuding a strong cold air burst out.

The azure blue mist of ice completely enveloped the troll in an instant, and then, amidst the piercing sound of freezing, an ugly ice sculpture appeared in everyone's field of vision.

"Oh!"

Accompanied by the sound of piercing through the air, the war hammer thrown by Norton hit the head of the troll fiercely, and this monster, which almost brought disaster to the entire tribe, shattered into pieces of ice slag.

"Hahaha! Old Kallen, you came at the right time!"

Seeing the end of the crisis, Norton, who was a step behind, breathed a sigh of relief. Then, the middle-aged man couldn't help but grinned, and happily greeted the female prophet who came to the battlefield.

"Norton! Either call me the Prophet, or call me Granny Kallen, in short, get rid of the 'old' word, you bastard!"

Hearing this, Prophet Kallen's face, which was already livid due to the troll's invasion, became even darker, and his eyes full of anger stared fiercely at Norton in the center of the battlefield. "Otherwise, I'll burn your beard and eyebrows with a single fire! I swear."

"Hahaha!" Norton laughed, he didn't care about Granny Kallen's threats, he leaned forward, reached out and picked up two hatchets from the ground, and rushed towards the battlefield screaming.

"This brat has always been so annoying since I was a child." Karen, who put her hand on her forehead, sighed helplessly.

"But now is not the time to say that..."

Saying so, the old man solemnly took out a horn engraved with rune characters, she took a deep breath, and puffed her cheeks before blowing.

"Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

The deep and powerful sound of the horn spread throughout the battlefield, and the Northmen who had lost a lot of physical strength suddenly felt a magical heat flow into their bodies.

Their physical strength recovered quickly, and a faint red light appeared all over their bodies. The Northmen, who were a little discouraged because of the troll's incomparable endurance and defense, once again aroused a boiling fighting spirit.

The Northmen forming a small group looked at each other, then roared in unison, brandished their weapons and rushed towards the enemy in front of them.

Seeing that the situation on the battlefield had turned again, Prophet Kallen organized the wizards and priests who came from the temple to set up a rune barrier in the rear.

"guard(?)!"

The engraved runes suddenly burst into dazzling white light, and a transparent light curtain covered the back of the Norse in the blink of an eye.

After doing all this, this group of old and strong priests and wizards went to the battlefield one after another, using rune magic for support, and at the same time carried the injured into the barrier for healing.

The flames of counterattack were completely ignited.

The red-eyed trolls still tried to resist, but the powerful attack of the Norsemen was like a barbed whip, slamming on these dumb trolls,

"Win! We won!"

The great situation made Norton laugh wildly, but even so, he still commanded his clansmen carefully, and after a certain team killed a troll, they were directly dispersed and divided into weak teams.

Even after securing the victory, he consciously let the young man face the seriously injured troll alone, while he and a group of old men stayed beside them carefully, ready to support them at all times...

.........

"Oh!"

The long-handled warhammer slammed on the top of the last troll's head. The troll, whose head had already been beaten to the point of bleeding, and whose arm was chopped off by Qi Gen, the veterans, let out a wail, and lay powerlessly on the ground. On the ground, he gradually lost his voice.

"I won! I beat this troll!"

Seeing that the mighty troll was defeated by himself alone, the young man excitedly dropped the weapon in his hand, raised his hands and cheered to his compatriots behind him.

Of course he has the qualifications to cheer. You must know that even if it is a seriously injured troll, he is the only young man who can defeat it alone.

But what he didn't expect was that at the moment the war hammer fell to the ground, the dying troll suddenly opened its blood-red eyes. It took a deep breath, gritted its teeth and squeezed out the last breath of strength from its body, tightly Grabbed the young man's calf.

"Varied---"

The feeling of being grabbed by the calf instantly made the cheering young man realize that something was wrong, but before he could react, an irresistible force directly pulled him to the ground, and immediately after, a sheet covered with sharp fangs Tooth's big mouth aimed at his neck and bit down hard.

There is no doubt that this frizzy young man will separate the corpse as long as he bites it firmly.

"Oh!"

The hammer that was swung vigorously set off a howling wind, and at the moment when the troll was about to succeed, it was sent flying heavily, and was chopped off by the veteran soldiers around with their axes.

There are also some young people who are still in shock and stand up slowly. It is one thing not to be afraid of death, but it is another thing to fall from heaven to hell in an instant.

"Being complacent when you are not sure that the enemy has completely lost the ability to resist is simply the way to death!"

Norton, holding a warhammer, reprimanded the young man in front of him with a serious face. Defeating the seriously injured troll alone has proved his talent, but this frizzy temper still needs to be polished.

The reprimand from the patriarch and what he just experienced made the young man bow his head in shame.

"Okay, okay, the experience just now should be enough for you as a lesson." Norton patted the young man on the shoulder and asked him to go down and reflect on it.

"What an honorable victory, bastard boy."

Seeing that Norton had finished dealing with the last troll, Granny Kallen walked to Norton with a smile on her face. "The only pity is that you didn't die gloriously in battle, otherwise there must be a place for you in the God King's Hall of Valor."

"Then I really thank Granny Karen for your 'blessing'." Norton rolled his eyes, and angrily emphasized on the "blessing".

Although it is every Norse's dream to return their souls to the Hall of Valor after death, Norton, as the patriarch, is not willing to go to the God King so early before he arranges a capable heir.

"What do we do next?"

Granny Karen pressed her elbow against Norton's chest - the severe pain from his wound that was still bleeding caused the strong man to gasp involuntarily. "A rare victory, do you want to hold a celebration banquet?"

"No, our work is not over yet." Taking a few deep breaths, Norton suppressed the pain in his chest and carried his weapon on his shoulder.

"???"

"Although I don't know why this group of wooden heads came down to attack us suddenly, but since their main force has been wiped out by us, why not take this opportunity to kill their lair?"

Norton was still smiling, but he couldn't hide the cruelty in his eyes.

He wants to lead the clansmen who can still fight to find the lair of the trolls, and kill the remaining trolls, old and young.

In this way, the tribe will not only have one less enemy, but also have a wider range of activities and search for food. With more food sources, they can train more warriors...