Chapter 28 Quickly Transmigrate! Strategies for Zeus, the Son of Viking Fortune (Part 9)
Feng Ziyang shook his head and struggled to sit up. Seeing this, Zeus quickly helped him lean against the head of the bed.
"I'm fine..."
He looked around and found himself in an unfamiliar room. "Where is this? Why are we here?"
Zeus briefly told him what had happened during this period. When Feng Ziang learned that Zeus had risked his life to go to the top of the snow-capped mountain to look for edelweiss in order to save him, he was deeply moved.
His eyes were moist, and he held Zeus's hand tightly. All he had to say was one sentence: "Thank you, Brother Zeus..."
Zeus looked at the weak appearance of the beautiful Feng Ziang and held him in his arms with heartache.
"Fool, we are good brothers, why are you saying this?"
He stroked Feng Ziang's hair gently, his tone gentle but firm.
Under the careful care of the old pharmacist, Feng Ziang gradually recovered.
During this time, Zeus stayed by his side all the time, bringing him tea and water, asking about his well-being. The relationship between the two quickly heated up during these days of sharing weal and woe.
"Zeus, tell me, why are we here?"
"Maybe, it's fate..."
Zeus looked out the window with deep eyes, "Brother, do you want to know my story? About the Viking warriors, about the sword of the god of war..."
“Yes!”
He had a fanciful look on his face. The warm firelight danced in the wooden house, casting a soft blush on Feng Ziang's pale cheeks.
He leaned against the head of the bed, listening to Zeus's deep voice telling ancient legends, the glory and myths of the Viking warriors, and the sword of the god of war that possessed mysterious power...
"so,"
Zeus paused, his deep eyes flashing with a determined light, "We can't just sit there and wait for death. In order to open up a new world, create a better world, and resolve the chaotic era of the gods, we must be fully prepared!"
Feng Ziang's heart was deeply shaken by his words. He clenched his fists and looked determined: "You are right! We can't retreat, nor can we escape!"
They walked out of the wooden house and told all the villagers everything they had experienced during this period and the possible threats that might come.
From the attack of the ice dragon, to the guidance of the mysterious symbols, to their determination to fight to the death to obtain the Sword of the God of War, every word seemed to strike the hearts of the villagers.
At first, people's faces were filled with shock and fear, but when they saw the determination and courage in Feng Ziang and Zeus' eyes and heard their calls from the bottom of their hearts, a force called unity began to spread among the crowd.
"We are all descendants of the Vikings and will never yield to any threats!"
"We can conquer nature, and we can conquer gods"
An elderly man stood up with a cane, his cloudy eyes flashing with a determined light.
"That's right! We will fight alongside you, and you will become the gods of this chaotic age!" A young warrior patted his chest and echoed loudly.
Soon, the whole village was in an uproar, and people expressed their willingness to join the fight.
In order to show their unity, they decided to hold a grand banquet, using the most ancient way of prayer to celebrate this important decision and to greet the upcoming challenges with the most enthusiastic atmosphere.
The bonfire was burning, the aroma of barbecue filled the air, people were singing and dancing, and their laughter filled the night sky.
Feng Ziang looked at the lively scene in front of him, his heart filled with emotion and hope. He knew that as long as everyone was united, no difficulty would be able to stop them.
While preparing for the banquet, Feng Ziang accidentally touched the artifact hidden in Zeus's clothes. A strange energy wave instantly spread throughout his body. Suddenly, a pattern he had never seen before appeared in his mind, which was complex and mysterious...
"Brother, look!"
Feng Ziang pointed at the pattern, with a hint of disbelief in his tone, "Could this be..."
"Brother, look!"
Feng Ziang excitedly grabbed Zeus' arm and pointed at the pattern that appeared in his mind, "Could this be..."
There was a hint of disbelief in his voice, because the pattern was not a meaningless line, but an ancient rune, full of power.
Zeus looked at Feng Ziang, then followed her gaze to look at the pattern in her mind, his sword-like brows slightly wrinkled, he had never seen such a strange rune before.
This pattern is complex yet regular, as if it contains some unknown energy.
He pondered for a moment and guessed, "Could this be a hidden function of the artifact? Perhaps it has something to do with protecting the village."
Feng Ziang's eyes lit up. Yes, since the artifact had chosen him, why would it only work when he was in danger?
He must not have fully understood its power! He closed his eyes, concentrated, and tried to touch the pattern in his mind with his mind.
This time, the artifact seemed to sense her determination. The pattern emitted a faint light, and a warm and powerful force flowed into his body. An ancient and majestic voice seemed to ring in his ears: "Light will never go out, and true love will last forever."
Feng Ziang suddenly opened his eyes, looked at Zeus, and said firmly: "I understand! The artifact can enhance the defense of the entire village, but the premise is that we must be united!"
Zeus looked at Feng Zion's shining eyes and knew that he had found a way to communicate with the artifact and the key to protecting the village.
He nodded solemnly, gripping the battle axe in his hand tightly. "I believe in you, and I believe in our people."
So Feng Ziang and Zeus told the villagers the secret of the artifact and taught them how to use the power of the artifact to enhance their defense capabilities.
At first, the villagers were still a little bit unbelievable, after all, it sounded like a fantasy, but when they saw with their own eyes that Feng Ziang was able to summon the light of the artifact and share this light with others, the doubts in their hearts disappeared, and were replaced by immense encouragement and hope.
Under Feng Ziang's guidance, the villagers learned how to merge their own strength with the power of the artifact. They wielded their weapons and practiced ancient battle formations. Every movement was filled with strength and determination.
The light emitted by the artifact enveloped the entire village, forming an invisible barrier that kept all evil out.
Day by day, the villagers' fighting power has been significantly improved. They are no longer ordinary people who panicked when facing the ice dragon, but have become brave and fearless warriors who are willing to give everything to protect their homeland.
Just when everything was ready and the villagers were full of hope for the future, a huge shadow enveloped the village, blocking the last ray of sunlight in the sky...
A huge shadow enveloped the entire village, as if doomsday had arrived.
The villagers looked up in horror, only to see a huge creature covering the sky, bringing a suffocating sense of oppression. It was a giant beast several times larger than the ice dragon before, covered in black scales, flashing with cold light, and a pair of huge scarlet eyes emitting greed and tyranny.
"It's the dark troll!"
Someone in the crowd cried out in surprise, and fear instantly spread among the crowd.
The Dark Troll is an extremely evil being in the legend, possessing the power to destroy the world. Even the strongest Viking warriors can hardly escape from it.
"Don't panic!"
Zeus raised his battle axe and shouted, "We are no longer the same as we were before! Fight for our homeland!"
His voice was powerful, dispelling the fear in the hearts of the villagers and inspiring the courage deep in their hearts.
"For the family!"
The villagers shouted in unison, gripped their weapons tightly, and faced the powerful enemy in front of them with firm eyes.
Feng Ziang stood in the center of the crowd, his hands raised high. The divine weapon pattern in his mind emitted a dazzling light, continuously transmitting warm and powerful energy to everyone.
The villagers felt as if they were bathed in a divine light. The fear in their hearts was swept away, and replaced by endless strength and the belief that they would win.
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