Chapter twelve:
In the waiting stations. The various legions had banner's bearing their symbols and insignias. And that was where the warriors of the same legion gathered.
Oh, it's the unrelenting green one."
Uhh! Such a powerful and nice physique!"
Just like mine!"
What are you sick? You look nothing like him, I do!"
Ohh! Wanna try me then!"
Come then, I'll show you the power of my muscles!"
Haha, I bet on the red hair!"
I bet on the blondie!"
And they actually began wrestling.
I reached my legion and stood amongst the excited warriors.
A smiling man raven haired man approached us. Good day brothers. I am Lebklov, inferior ranked warrior of Odin legion and I will be your leader for this expedition, he had a small shield strapped to his arm with a sword on his side.
His gaze turned serious. Warriors our objective is to recapture lost strategic territories back from the gnolls. This means that we will be an attack base squad right in the forefront of the battlefield. I will be in lead, trust me and just follow me." You just triggered your own death flag."
This guy seriously smells weak. Ever since activating the second saga I gained an extra preceptory sense that let's me not only see astral figures but smell their strengths and see the truth. I don't know how it works, calling it a smell sounds very vague and inaccurate but it is the best word I could find to properly define it.
Warriors! Gather! A familiar female voice boomed through the stations. It was the Valkyrie Lady Sif.
Prepare to charge! Trumpets sounded and horn's blew. Battle cries filled the air as a large portal appeared before us.
Let's go warriors of Valhalla. For Asgard and the nine realms!"
For Valhalla!"
For Asgard!"