Vikings: Nordic women

Chapter 1: The Farmer's Daughter
New book: "Warcraft: The Fairy of Cthulhu"

Protagonists: Cthulhu monster, succubus tentacle chimera, the Creator

introduction:
Version T0 fairy: indescribable, unobservable, incomprehensible, undefinable, and untouchable, with powerful mental pollution ability.

Cthulhu: Are you sure you're not referring to me?

Female mainstream, world order: World of Warcraft, The Walking Dead, Naruto, Transformers, Marvel Universe, Diablo
Target items: Walking Dead groceries, Naruto Chakra Aggregate, Transformers Spark Source, Infinity Gems, Death Breath Equipment Forging Method and Black Soul Stone in the Zakarum Church Scripture (Note: For a different worldview of the power system, power does not work, knowledge is power, and the protagonist only wants knowledge)
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In the soft reflection of the morning light, Ounnie braided her fine and smooth hair into a traditional braid, as if weaving an ancient Nordic ballad, and wrapped a loose linen skirt around her waist, as if it was a gift from the sea.

"It seems a bit tight," she murmured softly, loosening her skirt again, feeling like a "meat dumpling" caressed by the sea breeze. She lightly dipped her fingers in some sea salt, like a seagull skimming over the sea, to clean her teeth, and wrapped her head with a headscarf, leaving a pair of eyes as bright as aquamarine, flashing a desire for the unknown.

The current social order is like the surging waves, unpredictable. An outstanding appearance can easily bring disaster upon herself, so she would rather wrap herself tightly, like a treasure hidden under the waves.

“Just enjoy yourself and don’t show off your wealth,” she thought to herself.

The ankles of her leather boots were a little high, covering her calves like the waves lapping at the beach. She walked out of the house and arrived at the port where the ship was docked early.

The sea breeze brought a salty smell, and the endless sea and the magnificent sea-sky connection unfolded before her eyes like a scroll. She felt the power of nature and her own insignificance, and a sense of awe for the unknown surged in her heart.

She had no clear purpose for this trip, she just hoped to try her luck here and welcome the return of her father, Feld, who weighed more than 300 kilograms.

Feld accompanied the local lord Avarsen Yar to the Vikings in the coastal areas of Rus, and according to the plan, they should have returned.

Ounnie was looking forward to seeing her and greeting her as soon as her bearded father arrived on the boat.

She also thought of some bad things.

For some reason, she had been troubled by the same nightmare in recent days. In the dream, Feld was pierced through the abdomen by a spear, and she could only stand by helplessly.

She prayed that this was just a dream and not reality.

Ouni clasped her hands together in front of her chest, looked up at the sky, made a hammer gesture, and prayed silently to the gods in her heart, hoping that Njord, the god of the ocean, navigation and wealth, would bless her father to return safely.

Feld was her only relative and support in this world, and her heart was filled with longing and blessings for him.

The crowd around gradually increased, making the noise in the port even louder, with people talking about the fleet going out to sea.

It seemed that she was not the only one looking forward to the return of the Lord's fleet today.

It’s just that the Norseman’s voice was a little loud, and her eardrums couldn’t bear it, so she could only tighten the face cloth, hoping to make herself feel better.

While adjusting her face mask, she suddenly felt her skirt move behind her. She quickly turned her head and looked at the stranger behind her in confusion.

Her outstanding figure still caused her trouble even though her face was covered.

“Beauty, do you want to find a place...ah..." The other person came over with a lewd and evil smile on his face.

Ounnie dodged for a moment. She didn't want to cause trouble, but the other party seemed to be certain of her cowardice and reached out a hand to try to violate her.

She took advantage of the other party's off guard, moved forward closely, and hit the other party's vitals with a knee strike.

She seemed to hear the sound of everything falling apart. The blow just now was quite fierce and she felt the same way.

"Damn bitch, how dare you hurt me?"

Ou Ni felt the gazes of those around her that were attracted by her voice. Those looks, some sympathetic and some mocking, made her feel uneasy.

She knew that in this world where the strong prey on the weak, she had to be strong. But she still retreated a bit and kept a safe distance to avoid the other party's sudden attack and injury.

Looking at her with innocent eyes and fear avoiding the target, and then looking at the sloppy young man lying on the ground wailing, the crowd immediately understood what was going on.

"How shameful!"

Amid the pointing and talking all around, the man stood up, gnashing his teeth in pain, glared at her fiercely, and fled.

She breathed a sigh of relief, her lips curled up, and she was grateful for the protection of the headscarf, which prevented her from exposing her appearance and avoiding subsequent retaliation.

Fortunately, she had foresight.

"They're back! They're back!" The sharp-eyed people shouted in surprise in the crowd, and the crowd was instantly excited. Ouni immediately looked up and saw a fleet of sailing wooden boats appearing on the sea level. The boats were full of people, and they were also looking over here.

The soldiers returned triumphantly after overcoming many hardships and dangers. Cheers and whistles rang out, and people's hearts seemed filled with admiration and pride for them.

She was a little surprised, but gradually, the joy on her face froze. She did not see the ship that Feld took before he set off.

They didn’t come back?

impossible!
Just as she was daydreaming, several sailboats appeared on the sea, including the ship that Feld had taken before setting off.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and her mood seemed to rise from hell to heaven. This meant that Feld was likely to be safe.

The fleet docked steadily. Lord Avarson Yar, dressed in gorgeous clothes, raised his hand to the people and enjoyed their cheers.

"After a long voyage, we finally defeated the wind and waves and the Russians, and brought back glory and wealth. I will instruct my steward to prepare rich food and ale for our brave warriors in the lord's hall, and to distribute the spoils. We will offer these slaves to the gods, let the gods celebrate this victory with us, and drink to our courage!" The voice of Lord Avar reached Ouni's ears, as exciting as a war drum, inspiring everyone's heart.

This was another successful Viking operation!

As basket after basket of spoils were brought ashore, all filled with gold and silver products, slaves from Eastern Europe were tied up one by one and driven to kneel in the open space. The people once again burst into a wave of cheers.

Ounnie looked at the slaves with sympathy. If nothing unexpected happened, they would be strangled and sacrificed to the gods, but she was powerless to stop it and could only pray for them silently in her heart.

Squeezed in the crowd, not caring about physical contact, she frantically searched for Feld's figure.

"Have you seen Feld?"

"No, ma'am, I didn't see it!" Seeing that her voice was nice, the person who answered spoke politely and didn't care about her abruptness.

"Have you seen Feld?"

"Oh, girl, you have a great body. Who is Feld? I don't know him! Are you interested in going to the pub for a drink?"

"Hello, have you seen Feld come back?" Ounnie ignored him. She asked and looked for him again and again unwillingly, but she could not get any news from her father.

She moved among the crowd, and her heart sank with every question.

Her voice gradually became hoarse and her eyes were full of despair.

She was afraid to hear the news, but at the same time she was eager to know the truth. This contradictory psychology almost made her collapse.

Just when she thought her father was dead and had almost given up the search, a voice sounded from behind her: "Are you looking for Feld? Are you his daughter Eunnie?"

Ouni turned her head and saw a tall young Viking warrior carrying a round shield on his back and holding a "Germanic spectacle helmet" commonly known as a skull. He looked at her with a pair of tired eyes, with surprise in his eyes.

My God, in this era, with this height, he can be called a giant in this era. His physique is enough to meet the standards of the crazy warriors secretly trained by the priests of the gods.

She looked at the balding old man next to her. Normal people acted like children in front of him.

"It's just like what your father said, you have beautiful eyes. I also heard him say that there is no woman in the world more beautiful than you!"

The other person looked at her with a fiery gaze, and the aggressive look made her feel uneasy.

She resisted the urge to punch him because she felt he could strangle her to death with just one hand.

"Do you know where my father is? I can't find him. Can you help me?"

"It's a pity that he's dead!"

"Sorry, what did you say? It was a bit noisy just now and I didn't hear it clearly. Can you say it again?" She couldn't believe her ears.

"Feld is dead!"

Ou Ni's heart suddenly tightened, as if it was being gripped by an invisible hand.

There was a flash of incredible fear in her eyes, and the pain of losing her loved ones made it almost impossible for her to breathe.

Her thoughts began to become confused, and she kept replaying the time she spent with her father in her mind. Those warm smiles and solid hugs were now lost forever.

"Impossible, how could my father die? He is the most brave warrior. He can defeat three warriors by himself and fight a mad brown bear. Are you lying to me?" Ounnie grabbed the other person's clothes and kept shaking her head to deny this statement.