Nordic: I Created a Forbidden Land for the Gods

"Gilkin said, 'We can go now.'"

Outside Winterfell, on the lookout tower of the Blue and Red pirate ship, Fanny spoke softly.

He did not give direct orders, nor did he have the ability or authority to do so.

But the words made Killian's eyes flash suddenly, and he took something out of the bag at his waist and gave the order.

It was a stone, originally unremarkable, but because of the hook-like patterns carved in the center, a translucent aura burst forth from it.

"Connection" rune!

Within seconds, a pirate hundreds of meters away revealed a glint in his eyes, and in his hand was a hook-shaped stone that also emitted the same aura.

Olin's breathing quickened, and without even bothering to put the stone away, he burst forward, intending to rush directly into the forest.

Unlike Gilkin, his position was significantly further away from the other pirates within the encirclement.

Even though he was incredibly powerful and only half a step into the realm of immortality, he dared to openly retain his strength, ignoring the captain's orders and protecting everyone in front of him.

There was only one reason why the other pirates dared not speak out against him... he was the captain's nephew.

Although most pirates had vague guesses based on past experience, they did not have a clear understanding of Fanny's plan.

But now, seeing Orin's sudden outburst, which was completely out of character, coupled with all the previous clues, they suddenly understood.

"Olin got informed by the captain!"

"The forest shouldn't be too dangerous. Even if it were, Gilkin has already dealt with it, so it's at least within an acceptable range!"

"He wants to be the first to cut the cake!"

The pirates roared and howled, their momentum bursting forth, determined to rush into the forest at the same speed.

But Olin, who acted earlier, had already overtaken them by a considerable distance.

In addition, their strength level was also higher, which caused them to be left far behind.

100 meters, 50 meters, 20 meters.

10 meters, 5 meters, 1 meter!

In the blink of an eye, he was about to burst in.

This moment.

call out!

A flash of silver light appeared directly in front of him, and an arrow was reflected in Olin's pupils.

"Sharp" rune arrows.

Orin's arrogant expression remained unchanged, and a hint of mockery even appeared at the corner of his mouth. Without dodging or dodging, he directly drew the long sword from his waist to cut him in half.

Through Gilkin, he already knew that although the other party had a large number of runes, and even some of them were quite profound, they were only at level one.

If even Gilkin couldn't be killed, then there's no need to mention him.

What's more, he also has a level two "sharp" weapon that can be easily destroyed with just a touch!

boom!

The loud noise echoed, but the scene of the sword cleaving the arrows that I had imagined did not occur.

Instead, his rushing figure suddenly stopped, and he took a few steps back as if blocked by a brute force. Although he did not loosen his grip on the knife, his tiger's mouth was tearing and painful.

Seeing the blood trickling from between his index finger and thumb, Olin's pupils contracted, a hint of disbelief in his eyes.

But before he could react, arrows shot out from the forest again, whistling as they approached.

One, two, a hundred!

Even before it's upgraded, the "Sharp" arrow tower already has the advantage of long range. When enemies approach, even if you know you're outmatched, you can still continuously unleash a rain of arrows to disrupt and hinder them.

But this time, they did not! Instead, they brought the enemy within arm's reach and attacked with a hail of arrows.

It means that no matter how fast the opponent is, they will have nowhere to hide!

All around!

call out!call out!call out!

*Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!*

Silvery-white light burst forth continuously, whether in the forest stronghold or on Olin's longsword.

Runes of the same type and level are clashing fiercely.

Theoretically, they should be evenly matched, but that's only true when it's a clash between a sword and an arrow.

But on Neil's side, it was a hundred shots in an instant.

Even if this long sword is of mythical level, it is a weapon exclusively for giants, and its power is astonishing.

But in the end, it was just a weapon.

How can it be compared to real defensive fortifications?

Moreover, they are similar types of arrow towers.

In this direction, Neil owns two!

"And they are not exactly the same level."

"After all, the longsword runes have also absorbed my original level one runes, making them even more powerful than the original version."

"The fact that even a half-giant who had only just entered the territory couldn't directly shatter the arrows with his sword proves this point."

The sound echoed through the forest.

However, the voices of mere mortals could no longer be heard by the half-giant who had been pierced with numerous bloody wounds.

Outside Winterfell Island, on the giant dragon ship, at the lookout tower.

As Killian surveyed the entire island, a smile curved his lips when he saw his nephew approaching the forest ahead of the others.

Although the entire pirate crew was his asset, it made no difference to him who stole the credit.

Even if a god is captured by a pirate, as long as the Blood Rune is in his hands, the pirate must obediently hand over the spoils to him.

To him, the entire ship was home, and all the pirates were his obedient family members.

But whether someone is related by blood or not, there is ultimately a thick barrier between them, making it difficult to determine who can gain more trust.

There are many pirates with greater talent than Orin, like Gilkin, who has both talent and fighting prowess.

Even though he achieved a lot through hard work and sheer determination, he still managed to gain a lot of credit.

However, he remained at the peak of not entering the country, while Olin, whose starting point was not as good as his, was already halfway to entering the country.

That's because the captain always used blood ties as the primary criterion when dividing the spoils.

Many pirates did not know what the standards for status on a ship actually were.

But in reality, it's that simple and straightforward.

When he saw that his nephew was only a meter away from the forest, and could enter it with just one more step, Killian's smile widened.

The corrupt gods eventually fell from their pedestals.

It became the stepping stone for him to rise to a high position.

At that moment, he was watching from the VIP seats!

next second.

A hail of arrows rained down from the sky.

Even though we were far apart, the scene was still vivid in my mind's eye.

The sound of flesh being pierced seemed to echo endlessly in my ears.

Because he was sitting in the first-class section.

Before he could react, another arrow shot out, exploding above the corpse and dragging it into the forest.

The entire sequence of events, from Olin preparing to counterattack but being killed and taken away, took only a few seconds and happened far too quickly.

The air fell silent again, and the pirates who were about to rush out suddenly stopped as if they had hit the brakes, no longer daring to approach the forest even a little bit.

Their faces changed from greed to disbelief, and they all gasped in disbelief.

One of the pirates seemed to realize something and turned to look behind him; those with sharp eyes could even see the captain's expression on the lookout tower.

Killian was smiling at this situation.

It's just stuck there.

Behind him, Van Nistelrooy, who had been confident of victory, felt the same way.