The Son Of Ragnar - 244 Backline Breached!

The dread of night and the blistering wind whistled throughout, for the weather was cruel for anyone that dared to walk it.

Kjell had kept his end of the bargain he had with Tyr, allowing him past their camp as he was in charge of the night watch for the day coincidentally.

This was a plus, but an arduous task still awaited Tyr because he now knew the positions of the men stationed, this was invaluable information he would not have gotten otherwise and it would not make sense for Kjell to lie to him in this situation considering he had nothing to lose.

Tyr was skeptical but he knew where he had to be and who he had to convince, but he was not arrogant enough to think he could kill both of them alone

Heck, he knew he could not kill one considering that even Gissur could not, but that only applied if he was facing them head-on.

Tyr had deployed less honorable tactics throughout his life and this included killing King Asmund by stabbing him quite literally in the back.

He understood that strength was a part of the battle, but intellect was far more important for it allows you to use your strengths to their fullest potential.

Kjell gave Tyr a bow and A few arrows that had unique pointed tips wrapped in a moist cloth but this was not all as he gave him a small bag to hang on his hips.

Kjell walked him right through the camp, the way Tyr was dressed it was near impossible to make him out and the fact that he was walking side by side with Kjell made him blend right in.

“Kjell…” A voice called out behind the one-armed man, prompting both of them to halt in their tracks.

“Where the hell do you think you are going? Should you not be manning the entrance?” Aksel questioned, rubbing his eyes as if he had only just woken up mere moments ago.

“Shut up Aksel and go back to sleep,” Kjell said before continuing on his way. Luckily, this response did not raise any suspicion from the sleepy Aksel as he did not even bother asking who the man with him was.

“I have held up my end of the bargain, I wish you to hold up yours…” Kjell said as he bid the warrior farewell.

He did not trust Sighvatur or Sturla, and he was surprised that Signy promised them to land close to their home despite the history of the duo.

This was an act he was not comfortable with but what was even more strange was Signy permitted them to handle it as they saw best but they had to complete the objective which was to capture Tyr and bring him back alive to him.

Luckily, Kjell ran into the young warrior first because he knew Aksel would have taken a less diplomatic approach.

“Do not take any action that will bring shame to my name,” Kjell muttered, repeating the words of his king as he faded away into the darkness.

This was the sole reason he was using Tyr.

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Tyr had made it past the first hurdle through the most unlikely of assistance but now came the hard part.

He rummaged through the bag that Kjell gave him to see if there would be anything implicating inside the bag but he was surprised by what he found.

He found a piece of bread, clean water, and some oily material in a small battle that he correctly guessed to be for the arrows.

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The wound inflicted on him by Kjell was all but closed up already, showing how negligible it was.

Tyr was too hungry to start questioning if it was poisoned or not and dug into the food.

The bread was hard but it was tasty nonetheless. Then again, to a hungry person, everything is tasty as long as you can swallow it.

Tyr gulped the water down but he did not drink it carelessly because he did not know how far he had to travel so he left a good amount of water and food.

This took less than five minutes and the things he was carrying made it harder for him to travel as his body felt heavier but this proved to help his body kickstart its metabolism due to the weight hence helping with his overall body temperature in this death-inducing weather.

Tyr was not familiar with these lands, and the more he walked, the less optimistic he was that he was going in the right direction.

His current situation made him question his life choices until now, why he was here in the first place, and what he hoped to achieve when he could easily be in a Kingdom, living a life that most people could only imagine but he knew what came with such a lifestyle.

That was his freedom, these years were meant to be the most important moments of his life and he was not going to trade it for comfort as he was sure he was not the only one getting stronger.

He wanted to compete with Bjorn, he did not know where they stood but Tyr wanted to be able to hold his own should he fight his brother.

But it also got him thinking about what new skills Bjorn might have learned, Tyr was feeling nostalgic for some reason.

“I will survive!” Tyr muttered to himself, gritting his teeth as he took matters nto his own hands.

He dragged his heavy self across the snow, he must have been traveling for more than an hour but at long last, he saw a sign that the gods had not forsaken him.

In the distance, he could see a faint fire, it was clearly a checkpoint but it was a lot more intense than the camp he had just come from.

It was now or never, Tyr had to be smart about it, and above all else, he must not be seen.