Chapter 20 Quickly Transmigrate! Strategies for Zeus, the Son of Viking Fortune
“Great, I passed this test”
“He is a really great master, he has overcome so many difficulties”
"I'll keep this little thing for you first."
"Makabaca, woo woo woo"
A ray of light flashed by, and Macabaka was easily sealed, which shows how powerful he is.
"Let's move on to the next level."
The next level is the New World of Northern Europe, where in the Viking Age there is a man who is about to become a god. He is the son of destiny for this continent. At this moment, all creatures in this world wish him to become a god and open up a new era. His mission is to conquer Zeus and reach a cooperative relationship. In the future, when Zeus becomes a god, the two sides can have a good social relationship.
His name is Zeus, he is 1.9 meters tall, race: white, hair color: golden, eyes: blue, he is a very scheming person. When the teleportation array is about to be activated, the system says to him: "Come on! Ziang" and then erases his memory. In fact, he also understands that every attack is actually a task for God, and those who want to be attacked are either eliminated by God or destroyed.
The dense forest was filled with the sounds of various unknown insects and birds. The strange and humid air tightly wrapped around Feng Ziang, making it difficult for him to breathe.
He looked around blankly at the towering trees, the rotting leaves and unknown plants on the ground, and his heart was filled with fear and helplessness. Where was this? How did he get here?
"Who are you?"
A low voice sounded in his ears. Feng Ziang looked up in horror and saw a tall figure standing in front of him. He was wearing animal skins and holding a sharp axe. He had a vigilant look on his face but looked exceptionally handsome.
This man is the Viking warrior Zeus. He had just returned from hunting when he saw a strange boy collapsed in the woods.
Feng Ziang was speechless, but no sound came out. He could only shake his head helplessly. He could not speak Viking and did not even know where this place was.
Seeing her ragged clothes and confused eyes, Zeus guessed that the boy might be in trouble, so he took him back to his village.
The people in the village were full of curiosity about Feng Ziang's arrival. They gathered around him, pointing and talking. Feng Ziang tried hard to integrate with them, but he made a lot of jokes because of the language barrier and the difference in living habits.
He didn't know how to use their simple cutlery, nor how to communicate with them, so he could only smile awkwardly and gesture with his hands.
Zeus secretly laughed in his heart when he saw Feng Ziang's embarrassed look, but he did not show it on his face.
He knew that if Feng Ziang wanted to survive in this strange world, she had to learn their language and way of life as soon as possible. So, in the next few days, Zeus began to act as a teacher, teaching her some simple Viking language and life skills.
To his surprise, Feng Ziang learned very quickly, like a genius. Not only could he express himself in simple Viking language, but he could also use their tools and weapons skillfully.
Feng Ziang was full of curiosity about this new world. He actively participated in the life of the village and tried to help them do what he could. One day, he saw the village cook Mary preparing food for dinner, so he took the initiative to help.
Mary was a middle-aged woman with a sturdy figure. She thanked Feng Ziang for his help and handed him a clay pot, asking him to fetch water from the well. Feng Ziang took the pot carefully, fearing that he would break it.
However, an accident still happened. Just as he filled the cup with water and was about to turn around and leave, his foot slipped and he fell heavily to the ground, and the clay pot in his hand shattered.
"Oh my God!"
Mary heard the noise and ran over. When she saw the broken pieces on the ground, she flew into a rage. "Do you know what you have done? This is the oldest pottery in our village!"
Feng Ziang was so scared that his face turned pale. He didn't know how to explain and could only keep saying "I'm sorry".
Mary looked at his panic-stricken look and became even angrier. She pointed in the direction of the village entrance and shouted, "Get out! We don't welcome you here!"
Feng Ziang's tears welled up in his eyes. He didn't know what to do. He could only turn around and leave silently, walking towards the forest.
Zeus witnessed all this. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end, he didn't say anything. He just turned around and left silently, walking in the direction Feng Ziang left.
Feng Ziang wandered aimlessly in the forest. The sun was setting, the shadows of the trees were mottled, and everything around him seemed so strange and scary. Fear and grievances entangled his heart like vines, and tears blurred his eyes, making him unable to see the road ahead. At this moment, he was weak and unable to take care of himself.
Suddenly, a low growl came from the bushes not far away. Feng Ziang was so frightened that he froze in place, not daring to move. A large wild wolf slowly walked out of the shadows, staring at him with its dark green eyes, as if sizing up its prey.
Feng Ziang's mind went blank, and he instinctively wanted to run away, but he found that his legs were as heavy as if they were filled with lead. At the critical moment, he remembered a book about wild animals, which mentioned that wolves have a very sensitive sense of smell. If you want to get rid of their tracking, you must use the smell to confuse them. It's useless to just run away. Two legs can't outrun four legs.
Thinking of this, Feng Ziang took a deep breath, took off his clothes, rubbed them on the ground covered with mud and moss, and then threw the clothes away and ran in another direction. The wolf was attracted by the smell of the clothes and chased in the opposite direction.
Feng Ziang ran back to the village exhausted, but he didn't dare to go near. He could only hide behind a big tree and secretly observe the activities in the village. He saw that the villagers were preparing for the dinner, and their faces were filled with happy smiles, as if the unpleasantness just now had never happened.
The old village chief noticed Feng Ziang hiding behind the tree. He walked slowly to him with a kind smile on his face: "Child, you are back."
Feng Ziang lowered his head, not daring to look the old village chief in the eye. The old village chief gently patted his shoulder and said earnestly: "I know you have been wronged today, but you must understand that this is Viking, a place completely different from the world you lived in in the past. You need time to adapt, and we will give you time."
Feng Zi raised his head and looked at the old village chief in surprise. He didn't expect that he would say such words to him.
"My child, I can see that you are very smart and brave."
The old village chief continued, "You used your wisdom to resolve the crisis today, which proves that you have the ability to survive here. Don't be afraid of making mistakes, we will all help you."
Feng Ziang's eyes became moist again. She nodded and said softly, "Thank you, Village Chief."
As night fell, a blazing bonfire was lit in the center of the village, and the villagers sang and danced to celebrate the joy of the harvest. The old village chief pulled Feng Ziang to the bonfire, handed him a glass of honey wine, and signaled her to join the carnival. Feng Ziang hesitated for a moment, but finally...
But in the end he took the wine glass and took a sip. The sweet and mellow mead dispelled the chill in his heart and made him relax gradually.
The villagers warmly invited him to sing and dance with them. Although he did not understand the words and could not keep up with the rhythm, he still felt the Vikings' passionate and unrestrained character and their love for life.
The bonfire illuminated Feng Ziang's face and his confused heart. He looked around, seeing strange but sincere smiling faces, and suddenly a warm current surged in his heart. Perhaps, in this strange era, he is not alone.
As the night deepened, the revelers gradually dispersed, and Feng Ziang strolled alone in the village under the moonlight. The roofs of the wooden houses were covered with a thin layer of snow, which shimmered in the moonlight. In the distance, the sound of waves hitting the coast could be heard, like an ancient and mysterious ballad.
Feng Ziang looked up at the starry sky, with a lot of thoughts in his mind. He didn't know why he came here, nor did he know what the future would be like, but he knew that he had to survive strongly, because he had something to find.
The next morning, Feng Ziang got up early and went to the village blacksmith shop. He wanted to learn how to make weapons so that he could better protect himself.
From the blacksmith's shop came the sound of hammering iron, where a burly man was sweating profusely. He was Hank, the most famous blacksmith in the village.
Feng Ziang took a deep breath, walked forward, and said to Hank: "Master Hank, I think..."
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