Nordic: I Created a Forbidden Land for the Gods

Following the crew's voice, Killian saw a wooden sign on the shore that read "No docking here" and was immediately taken aback.

He took another look and confirmed that the writing was indeed there, and that the sign was nailed to the rock face with a wooden stake, not some driftwood that came from somewhere.

After staring at him for a long time, he suddenly burst out laughing.

"I had never seen such traces here before, but now they have suddenly appeared. It is clear that this island has been 'owned'."

"But in the end, they are just ordinary people who drifted here and pose no threat at all."

"You, go up to the island first and see. If there really is such a 'land lord,' capture him and offer him as a sacrifice."

He gave this order to the first crew member who noticed the anomaly.

Clearly, they didn't take the so-called warning seriously.

This is natural, as can be seen from the size of the wooden plaque.

The choice is limited to one of three: a god, a hero, or a mortal.

The first two races are hostile factions. If there is any divine power on the wooden plaque, they will still fight, but they will definitely be on high alert and will not speak so casually.

Then there's only the third possibility, which is the least harmful.

Although it can be basically ignored and the island can be sacrificed along with it, the preparation time is relatively long. In order to reduce the occurrence of variables, it is better to deal with it as soon as possible.

The half-giant crew member nodded in agreement, then leaped up from the hundred-meter-high ship and jumped toward the island.

He shared the same thoughts as the captain and looked very relaxed.

They're just ordinary mortals. Even if they're the strongest, it's still a piece of cake for them to defeat.

He swept through so many mortal kingdoms, but no matter how elite the soldiers or generals were, they could not scratch him or draw blood.

100 meters, 50 meters, 30 meters...

The moment he descended from the sky and stepped onto the coastal rocky outcrop.

In the forest, streaks of blue light shot out with a whoosh, and a rain of arrows was about to fall!

call out!call out!call out!

*Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!*

Blood splattered, and the sudden turn of events left Killian on the deck stunned.

He had already turned around to go back to his room to rest, but he didn't expect that in less than a few seconds, the crew member would be covered in thorns.

On deck, the other crew members, who had initially been unconcerned and ready to see a joke, were also clearly stunned.

"How dare you!"

"I'm here to save you!"

Several of the pirates who were on good terms with the one who had landed roared in fury, unleashing their full power, and charged out to rescue their companion.

But another hail of arrows erupted from the forest, this time approaching from multiple directions.

Even though they were prepared and kept swinging their axes and swords, they still couldn't completely defend themselves.

call out!call out!call out!

*Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!*

Under the barrage of bullets, several half-giant pirates were stabbed and bled profusely, forced to retreat with painful groans.

They watched helplessly as an arrow fell from the sky, the large net above it burst open, and the body of their companion was taken away and dragged into the forest. They were powerless to do anything about it, and they felt extremely frustrated.

"Captain, there really are people on this island!"

"They're not ordinary mortals; they're enemies. They must be annihilated immediately!"

"Give the order!"

Several pirates, their fighting spirit ignited, roared with ferocity, eager to fight.

The other companions were also incited, and they all picked up weapons, looking eager to try and go into battle immediately.

But what he received in return was Kylian's cold gaze.

There were faint flashes of runic light within them, and as the gaze fell upon each person, it was as if sharp blades materialized out of thin air at their throats, pressing against them.

The tangible sensation instantly jolted them awake, and they immediately put their weapons down.

Those who were initially the loudest quickly shut up, their expressions still contorted with resentment, but none of them dared to be disrespectful anymore.

Giants are inherently cruel and respect strength above all else, a trait inherited by half-giants.

Those who become captains in this race are definitely not those who win people over with virtue. It is precisely because they have seen too many of their comrades and enemies being "executed" that they obey and serve the Kylian.

Seeing that they were obedient again, Killian withdrew his gaze and noticed that the foreign feeling in his throat had dissipated. The pirates breathed a sigh of relief.

In this atmosphere, Killian turned and gazed intently at Winterfell.

With no more pirates approaching, the frenzied attack ceased, but the wooden sign remained on the rocky shore.

Although it still looked ordinary, the arrows scattered all over the ground and the seemingly mysterious and dangerous forest behind them made them dare not ignore it any longer.

"That attack was interesting, Fanny. What do you think?"

Killian turned to his first mate and asked.

Compared to the other crew members who were over three meters tall, Fanny was only about two meters tall, very short, and easily overlooked and despised by his own kind.

But compared to his fellow tribesmen, his muscles were much thicker, and his barrel-like waist and round body were enough to prove that he had some dwarf blood.

Legend has it that this race possesses wisdom-related talents in their bloodline, excelling in creation and crafting. Some individuals among them are also gifted in intellect, knowledgeable in astronomy and philosophy.

Fanny was one of them, which is why he became the strategist on the ship.

With the captain as their backer, even if the pirates had their own ulterior motives, they still had to give him some respect.

He was also the only crew member who hadn't caused a disturbance or been "warned." Hearing the captain's question, Fanny organized his thoughts briefly before respectfully speaking:

"I inform the captain that I share your judgment that Winterfell already has an owner."

"And it is clear that the island has undergone some degree of transformation, which, judging from the offensive just now, would take at least ten years to achieve."

"It's just strange that we came here several years ago and explored the area, but we didn't find any trace of this."

He made no attempt to hide his doubts.

They came to the icy sea to "avoid disaster," and were very familiar with the place, knowing that it was indeed an uninhabited island that could be used for safe sacrifices.

Even if it's because I haven't been here for several years, there shouldn't be such a huge change.

But the sudden attack just now clearly shows that this is not the case.

There is definitely a problem with this island.

After a moment's thought, Fanny's eyes flickered, as if he had realized something, and he said in a deep voice:

"The ability to rapidly transform an island like building a castle on flat ground likely involves runic power, and at a considerable level."

"Then those who drifted to this island might not be ordinary people, but heroic spirits, or even gods!"

"If it's the last case, then we should consider retreating, but that wooden plaque without divine power is a bit suspicious."

"Perhaps after the god finished transforming this place, he no longer had the power to exert much more deterrence, but then he noticed our ships approaching, so he hastily issued this warning..."

Fanny began to speak slowly and methodically, which made Killian nod slightly in agreement.

This external brain was definitely the right choice.

He looked at Winterfell again, this time with a newfound caution, though not as casual as before, but with an even greater greed.

"If there really are gods on the island, how much would the rune's grade be promoted by offering sacrifices?"

The other crew members were also stunned upon hearing this.

They were initially full of vigor, eager to make a big splash and avenge their companions, but upon hearing that they could sacrifice themselves to the gods, their breathing became involuntarily rapid.

After all, they had only sacrificed themselves to mortal kingdoms, yet they had already gained power comparable to or even capable of defeating heroic spirits.

They too have tasted the sweetness of sacrificing heroic spirits.

If they were to sacrifice themselves to a higher-level deity, just how powerful could they become?!

"So, what do you think we should do next?"