Faced with Harold's inquiry, Sheyan calmly replied.
"His corpse has been placed on a small boat according to viking customs, before being released into the sea."
Harold's face remained expressionless. Instead, Ammand coldly asked.
"You're so kind-hearted?"
Sheyan disdainfully replied.
"Believe it or not, that's up to you."
Harold abruptly replied.
"He isn't lying. Under the glorious radiance of the mighty god Odin, we vikings have methods to locate the corpses of our kin."
Ammand's gaze turned gloomy once again.
Harold ignored him, instead, he continued to speak to Sheyan.
"In the end, this matter is still a private affair of our clan. We cannot bleed for the sake of the brave warriors of our tribe. Seaman Yan, if you dare to engage in a blood boat duel with me, then regardless of the outcome of our duel, the seven vikings I've brought along will not intervene! "
After hearing that, Ammand's pupils shrunk. Harold's suggestion of a duel obviously wasn't part of his plan. He seemed to have forgotten something. Not everyone was as loyal and devoted as Scarface Harry, and was willing to be his chess piece.
In the early days of the viking pirates, once an irreconcilable dispute broke out between two parties, they would silently anchor their ships together according to an ancient tradition. Then, they would lower down a small boat. Both parties would set up a springboard at one end and the other end of the boat. Then, both parties would engage in a duel.
Everyone who stepped onto the springboard would face such a fate. Either annihilate the other party, or perish in battle, allowing their comrades behind to avenge them ….. of course, there was another path, which was to jump into the sea. However, the blood and corpses of the deceased would be tossed into the sea, and would attract hordes of sharks.
If nothing unexpected happened, then the outcome of jumping into the sea would be to be buried in the belly of the fishes. Moreover, they would be spurned by their clansmen. In the end, the small boat used for the duel would be soaked in blood, and was hailed as a blood boat.
It was worth mentioning that amongst the vikings, the first to enter the fray were usually the most elite warriors. Their upper bodies were naked in battle, and they would release boorish roars as they indulged themselves in battle to their heart's content. They knew that the springboard under their feet was soaked in the blood of their ancestors, and their descendants would also land in the same place.
Fury made the Viking Pirates seem powerful and frightening. Being able to survive the cruel battles on the blood boats, they were able to freely convert their fury, battle intent and injuries into their own strength!
These people were known as "Berserkers"!
And Harold was coincidentally a berserker.
Facing Harold's suggestion, Sheyan didn't hesitate to agree.
"Alright!"
To Sheyan, his subordinates were already at a complete disadvantage in this battle. If not for Reef holding the frontlines, the enemy would've long invaded the Hill Maiden. If he could take advantage of this bloody duel to let his subordinates take a breather and gain precious rest time, the wounded could be treated reasonably.
One must know, Sheyan had a professional doctor, Ka Tuo, on board. Furthermore, he had purchased the mysterious' Sudan 'ointment. If Sheyan could take advantage of this opportunity to delay for more than 20 minutes, then undoubtedly, his crew members would be able to receive timely treatment. The heavily wounded wouldn't die, while the moderately wounded would be reduced to minor injuries. At the very least, their battle prowess would be raised by 50%.
The vikings' movements were exceedingly swift as they tossed the corpses into the water one after another. Not long after, a series of deep shadows could be seen shuttling through the water. They were all incomparably savage Mackerel Sharks that were 5-6 metres long. Even under the illumination of the flames, one could still see the dense glint of their teeth. These formidable creatures chomped down on the corpses, as clumps of crimson blood dyed the water surface; sending chills down one's spine.
Probably because Ammand had instructed them to seize the moment, within a few minutes, the vikings had tossed the blood boat into the sea!
The blood boat was brimming with the primitive, swift and ferocious style of the vikings. It was constructed from a gigantic oak tree and was approximately 20 metres long, yet its width wasn't even 2 metres. At both ends of the boat were curved sculptures that resembled the necks of swans. However, the heads of the sculptures were malevolent and savage beasts.
After the blood boat entered the water, the surrounding sharks abandoned their prey and frantically congregated around the blood boat. From this, one could tell that the blood boat was indeed soaked in blood. Even the sharks had abandoned the corpses and were directly lured in by the stench of blood. One could even observe the surrounding dozens of square metres of sea surface bubbling like a pot of porridge.
Harold took the lead and leapt onto the blood boat. Then, he gazed towards Sheyan, his eyes sparkling with an incomparably fanatical glint.
Instead, Sheyan's countenance remained indifferent, and didn't make any movements. Naturally, his subordinates had already set up a springboard for him, as they gazed at Sheyan with reverence as he strode towards the blood ship!
But just as Sheyan was about to step onto the bow of the blood boat, he suddenly stopped. He suddenly glanced towards Harold and spoke with a heavy tone.
"If I were to engage in a duel with you, it would be a great opportunity for Ammand. Seizing this opportunity where I'm unable to command, he can easily lay his hands on my men. No, you must give me a guarantee. "
Harold coldly replied.
"What guarantee do you want?"
Sheyan replied.
"I want your underlings to swear on the spirit of their viking ancestors. No matter what happens, as long as no outsider interferes in our duel, before a victor is determined, they must maintain a neutral attitude. If either side makes the first move, they must retaliate!"
Harold's expression changed, as he turned to look at Ammand. He then nodded seriously and said, "That's right.
"Fine, I'll let you die in peace. But what about your men? What if your men interfere? "
Sheyan laughed and replied.
"If my men interfere, then the oath will naturally be nullified."
Harold immediately turned to his subordinates and gave a few orders.
Upon receiving Harold's orders, the seven viking warriors knelt down and sliced out a long wound on their palms. Simultaneously, they pressed their palms to their chests and solemnly swore. To the vikings, such a blood oath was already the most severe of oaths!
After they swore their oaths, Sheyan didn't wait for anyone to urge him and directly stepped onto the blood boat. At this moment, Sheyan discovered that the blood boat's wooden planks were shockingly maroon in color. Who knew how many had perished on this boat, as the blood had deeply seeped into the wooden planks. No amount of seawater could wash away the color.
Upon seeing Sheyan step onto the boat, both parties simultaneously pulled back their planks. Sheyan folded his arms across his chest and unconcernedly declared.
"You schemed to lure me onto this blood boat. Now that you've succeeded, bring out whatever trump cards you have."
At this moment, a fog suddenly rose up from the blood boat.
A blood colored fog.
The fog gradually thickened.
Very quickly, Harold's entire body was enshrouded in a dense blood colored fog. That fog was like his armor, pet, companion, and weapon as it revolved around him.
Furthermore, Harold's two-handed greatsword strangely flickered with an icy crystalline brilliance! As he inhaled the blood-colored mist, his body began to swell crazily. His originally loose leather armor now looked like a tight elastic vest.
The edges of the horned iron helmet were bulging, and the skin on his forehead was stretched taut. His hoarse voice caused one to associate it with a dried-up river that urgently required the nourishment of fresh blood!
"The history of this blood boat exceeds 300 years. In these 300 years, who knows how many viking warriors have thrown their heads and spilled their blood on this boat. Their heroic spirits have already lingered on this boat. Their spirits have already been attached to this blood soaked warship!"
"As for me, the noble berserker Harold, since my earliest memories, I've been training my martial arts on this blood boat. Till now, I've battled 17 times on this blood boat, slaying 125 people. Those who dared to stand before me have all perished by my hands. Because.... I'm not fighting alone. The war spirits of my viking ancestors are protecting me!!! And you, are the 126th vengeful spirit! "
When Harold released his battle roar, Sheyan attempted to raise his leg and assume a suitable combat stance. Yet at this moment, an incomparably bizarre event occurred. The blood colored fog beneath his feet rippled, as though it had completely dissolved. Then, it transformed into a bizarre blood colored vortex! From the vortex, 2-3 thick blood palms stretched out and bluntly grabbed onto Sheyan's foot, preventing him from moving!
With a sudden burst of strength, Sheyan lifted his leg with great difficulty, and tore the bloody hands that were grabbing onto his foot into liquid form, before dissolving back into the deck. However, when his foot stomped onto the deck once again, a blood vortex formed once again. Two or three bloody hands once again stretched out, and tightly gripped onto Sheyan's ankle.
The eyes of the spectators nearly popped out from their sockets. Sheyan had to expend a tremendous amount of strength just to move on such a bewitching ship. What more, he had to face the ferocious assault of the most ferocious berserker of northern Europe? This signified that dodging would be extremely difficult. He could only face the berserker head on! No wonder Harold was so confident in his victory!
Nevertheless, Sheyan maintained a calm expression, as though he had a card up his sleeve!
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