The Son Of Ragnar - 239 The Lone Wolf

It was easy for one man to sneak away and Tyr was soon on his way with nothing to eat or drink.

He knew he had to reach his destination today or it might as well prove to be his death.

He was cautious, and Kolbeinn gave him what little food he could muster but this could not satisfy even a toddler, much less a fully grown man.

Tyr wore multiple layers of clothing consisting of white to better camouflage himself within the snow as this was a stealth mission.

If he was seen or caught, there was no way he would not be killed on sight and even he had a limit to what he could do on an empty stomach.

Tyr was on his way, and as he predicted, the people that were watching them did not take note of his disappearance because it was inconsequential in the grand scheme of things but one could argue that his camouflaged state played a major role in this possibility.

Gudrun wanted to go with him but even she knew this was an impulsive thought that she needed to bury deep down inside of her because she did not want to be a burden to the man she loves.

He would not be able to do what he needed if he needed to not only watch out for himself but for her as well.

Gudrun remained strong, saying a silent prayer to the gods because the success rate of this particular mission was exceptionally low and the possibility he would never see her again was far higher than he would.

She felt a gentle hand grasp her shoulder, tilting her head to catch the figure of Nora.

“He will be fine, Gudrun. That boy… He is strong,” Nora said with a voice of certainty.

She has seen that Tyr was capable and impossible was a word that did not exist when it came to him.

“I am confident we will win this war, I just worry what we might lose to win it but victory is one thing I never doubted.” Nora further said and hearing these words from her calmed her down.

Gudrun had a brief flashback as to when Tyr was fighting her father and how he was able to push the experienced Chieftain back.

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Gudrun noticed the pendant that Tyr always had around his neck at all times, and began to grow curious about it.

She wanted to know more about Tyr and promised herself she would not take their next reunion for granted.

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Tyr traveled through the treacherous weather, his skin stung with every wind that brushed against it but he had a mission, he had his sledgehammer strapped to his back with his axes strapped on both sides of his waist.ραпdα `nᴏνɐ| сom

Tyr could hear voices but he could not see anyone, he knew that if he killed them then the camp would be on high alert so he had to wait them out.

But being in a stationary position only made things worse as his body temperature lowered with the cold.

Tyr was rethinking his choice but he was lucky that the men soon left the vicinity to scout another and Tyr was on his way once again, sneaking past them and continuing his way to their camp.

Tyr was not certain that he could accomplish this, Sighvatur was interesting in the sense that he had a superior strategic intellect.

“I’m almost there…” Tyr thought to himself but from the corner of his eye, he saw multiple people on horseback traveling which was strange because there was no way that these people had the means to maintain a horse in such conditions.

Tyr stayed hidden but the mist did not allow him to get a clearer view as to who was riding those horses; it was within the encirclement so it had to be the enemy or else there would be no other way for them to wander within the encirclement.

Tyr had discovered something new and he had two options, continue with this mission or return to the camp to inform them of this development so they could better prepare themselves.

The latter was the best course of action but Tyr had no intention of going back and because of this, he risked damning everyone but himself.

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“Chieftain Sighvatur, we have successfully cut them off from the outside world and any reinforcement they might have had…” A random warrior said, but Sighvatur was calm. He understood where his son was coming from but he failed to see the bigger picture.

He looked like he already knew this would happen and would be more surprised if it did not, this was how much he believed in himself. If narcissism was a person, then Sighvatur would be at its helm.

He did not need to wait for long when a voice called out behind him, a hint of familiarity resonating within it.

“Father…” Sturla had regrouped with his father rubbishing the theory that Gissur and Kolbeinn had because if he was here, and if they were together, this begged the question as to who was manning the other positions. This was the big question.

“What is it Sturla?” Sighvatur asked his son, in the corner was a gagged Njal and Gissur’s wife.

“Are you sure it is a wise choice to trust him?” Sturla asked but Sighvatur remained silent.

“We can conquer them without any assistance, why do you accept help from outsiders?” Sturla questioned his father, this was something he did not agree with despite going along with it.

“Would you rather we lose our men or they lose theirs?” This was the only thing Sighvatur said to get his son to keep quiet.

“Do not make the mistake of thinking they are using us, we are the ones using them…”