The Son Of Ragnar - Chapter 409 He Is The Target!?

Chapter 409 He Is The Target!?

The battle commenced at the shoreline, Tyr was not fighting nor was Thorgard.

They had to preserve their strength and knew this was the best way to do that.

Baard was cutting down people left and right, Tyr had a brief flashback about Erik as he was just as destructive but Baard looked to be a lot more tamed than that monster.

“Tyr, why did you engage!?” Thorgard questioned him, this was not the plan.

“Why? Look around you, do they look like they are worried about losing this brat here?” Tyr asked Thorgard.

Thorgard looked around and saw that these men were fighting with the intent to kill.

Thorgard, however, didn’t understand what he meant by this, he needed more clarification.

“If they truly valued the hostage, they would retreat instead of fighting back and risk him losing his life,” Tyr pointed out.

“This can only mean, my father is in danger,” Tyr said but his voice was not one of worry.

He sounded unaffected by the development because he trusted his father would come out of this unfazed.

“T-That is absurd…” Thorgard tried to downplay it, he knew that if things were as he said then his brothers would also be in danger.

“I’m afraid we have been had…” Tyr said with a defeated smile, he knew the repercussions of this but Tyr could allow his thoughts to wander.

He had to remain focused or they would fall, the enemies were a lot stronger and Tyr took note of their strength, they weren’t as strong as the Vikings but they were far more organized.

They fought in formation, the Vikings had none and that was because they were warriors from different Kingdoms, each having their formation that Tyr unfortunately couldn’t incorporate.

Baard and the lady who clung to him were the deciding factors, they gave them the upper hand.

Thorgard looked back and saw the warrior Bishop.

He nudged Tyr to draw his attention to the man but Tyr was too focused.

He was watching the battle unfold, he knew he had to move them around like pieces but he could not get a hold on the enemies.

He did not know what they were doing but it was working and Baard was finally injured.

An arrow burrowing right into his shoulder, fatigue was kicking in.

Tyr didn’t have everyone advance, he still had a handful of men around him in case he needed them.

“Tyr!” Thorgard shouted, drawing Tyr’s attention to him and Tyr looked over his shoulder to see that some of the enemies had slipped through their line and come right for their head.

*” Got you fucking pagan!”* A man barked, swinging his sword to take off Tyr’s head but Tyr’s expression didn’t even change.

Tyr sighed, he knew that they would attempt this but he did not know that they would break through so fast. n/)𝔬–𝑽/-𝓮)(𝔩–𝐛((1.(n

Tyr knew at this rate, they would lose and a casual swing of his axe took off the head of the enemy before his sword could touch him.

Thorgard was amazed at how quick Tyr was because this man clearly swung first yet Tyr’s ax met his neck first. The warriors around him made quick work of the rest.

Tyr knew he had to take action

and he looked over at Ecgerht who looked a lot more concerned than relieved which was strange.

“WARRIORS!” Tyr screamed at the top of his lungs, amid clashing swords and battle cries.

His voice drowned it all, it was like the thunder that came with lightning.

“I DO NOT CARE WHAT KINGDOM YOU ARE FROM FOR YOU ALL SERVE THE SAME GODS! YOU ALL WANT THE SAME THING AND THAT IS VALHALLA!” Tyr knew he needed to raise their morale and he was quite skilled when it came before them.

“I HAVE SEEN THE FACES OF THE GODS, I HAVE SEEN ODIN AND HIS SONS! I AM A MESSENGER FOR THE GODS AND THEY HAVE TOLD ME THAT THEY WANT THIS KINGDOM!” Tyr said and everyone’s heart began to thump.

Tyr did conquer death so this was a possibility and it was clear that Tyr was getting through to them because they began overpowering the Christians like they all had a sudden power up.

“THEY WANT THE HEADS OF THE CHRISTIANS. WE ARE VIKINGS! WE LIVE AND DIE FOR THIS! SHOW THEM! SHOW THEM WHY WE ARE THE STRONGEST OF THEM ALL!” Tyr screamed and this was enough to give them that boost.

Baard yanked the arrow out of his shoulder, he looked to be reinvigorated and his rampage renewed with much more energy.

He did not know what he felt when it came to Tyr but he knew that Tyr was something that he had never experienced before.

“He is truly the son of Ragnar,” Baard thought to himself, fighting alongside

“Y-You are amazing…” Thorgard heaped praise on Tyr.

“You’re up next,” Tyr said to Thorgard but Throgard didn’t quite get what he meant.

“They need one of us to join the fray, seeing you fight alongside them will lift their spirits even further. You wanted to show the world your strength, I have set the stage for you… Brother,” Tyr said and the word brother put the wildest smile on Thorgard’s face.

Thorgard did not need further motivation, he raised his sword and screamed

“Warriors! With me!” Thorgard’s voice echoed but it was nowhere as loud as Tyr.

In came the second wave, the warriors that had stayed back charged with him.

“That is strange…” Tyr thought; he jerked his head in Ecgberht’s direction.

There was something that became glaring to him and he knew that something was off.

Why did Ecgberht look so frightened?

“They are after your head…” Tyr concluded. Ecgberht had told him his story and if it was reported that the Vikings killed him.

The King of Northumbria would have gotten rid of his problem but also turned the wrath of Ecgberth’s father on them.

“You… You’re the key,” Tyr said, Alf had stayed with him because Tyr tasked him to keep an eye on him as he was invaluable in terms of communicating with him.

If they did not have Alf, all of what he knew right now wouldn’t have been a possibility.

An arrow flew in Tyr’s direction but he realized it was not aimed at him but Ecgberth.

“There is no doubt, they wish to kill him,” Tyr confirmed his suspicion.

Alf, luckily, blocked the arrow with his shield, Alf knew he had to get Ecgberth away from here but he didn’t know how to.