Nordic: I Created a Forbidden Land for the Gods

"You've arrived."

Time passed slowly, and when Neil opened his eyes again, the pirate, dressed in luxurious clothes and wearing a wide-brimmed captain's hat, had arrived outside the cabin.

This was the first time he wasn't using the mirror's perspective as a secondary viewpoint, but was actually facing this pirate tyrant in person.

Even when facing ordinary half-giants, Neil would feel an invisible pressure, and this feeling was much stronger when facing Killian, not much different from when facing a truly complete god in the spiritual space.

Especially after learning about his many bloody deeds, the sense of mental oppression became even stronger.

But, when faced with such a ruthless and cunning leader...

Aren't you coming in?

Neil actually spoke in a slightly mocking tone.

He was just a mortal, and his physical condition was far from the limits of this race; he was even weaker than a lowly fighter.

But with only a thin wooden board separating them, he dared to provoke them like this.

And Kylian was subjected to such words.

Captain Evil Dragon, a ruthless man even Valhalla is after, who will kill even his own countrymen without hesitation.

Now, however, he hesitated, holding his long sword, facing the house, not daring to make the slightest move.

"Is the deity inside truly seriously injured?"

"Could it still be a trap?"

His grip on the knife handle tightened and loosened, and sweat seeped out.

He had been scammed so many times that he had to become hesitant and wary.

If the other party silently mobilizes the surrounding arrow towers to attack, or launches any other offensive, he would feel at ease, thinking that's all there is to it.

But there was nothing there, and the other party even invited him into the house.

The eerie feeling was so intense that it caused his hesitation to deepen endlessly.

"Never mind, since we've already decided to offer the sacrifice directly and have made all the ritual preparations, we can just proceed step by step."

"When the time comes, we'll use this entire area as a sacrifice. No matter what tricks he has up his sleeve, he won't be able to turn things around."

Killian thought to himself, feeling the snake-like runes on his right shoulder constantly flashing, which made him feel somewhat relaxed.

Before arriving, he had already activated the runes, causing a large amount of blood energy to spread and flow, covering the surrounding area.

This is a method of sacrificial ritual. Although it is much slower than a group of people doing it manually, it can avoid the effects of the concealment effect in the forest and complete the ritual on its own.

Once the time comes, no matter what conspiracies or tricks are used, they will be ineffective in the face of absolute facts.

We will win.

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……

Blizzard Isle is a thousand miles away from Winterfell.

Fishermen were hunting and fishing on the coast, and village women were washing clothes. But when they heard the roaring sound, they all turned their heads at the same time and saw a giant ship slowly approaching from the misty sea.

The black sails fluttered in the sea breeze, and the skull on the flag appeared and disappeared in the wind. A group of giant sharks were lurking and swimming in the path of the ship, but the ship still crashed into them without missing a beat.

boom! boom! boom!

*Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!*

These sharks, even the smaller ones, are over ten meters long, which is quite astonishing. With nearly a hundred of them, they pose a significant threat to coastal waters, and many ships have to detour around them.

But the pirate ships were bigger and tougher, and their rampages made loud noises. By the time the few remaining ships fled in panic, large patches of blood were left on the sea, making the sea breeze even more pungent.

This powerful and domineering pirate group, seemingly not wanting to be seen as invaders by the islanders, suddenly stopped as they approached the shore, and a sincere yet loud voice echoed from the deck.

"The Giant Warrior Pirates have brought valuable treasures and hope to meet the great King Colin and become soldiers of the Ice Age Kingdom."

"In order to fight against the evil gods who are about to descend, we implore His Majesty Colin to grant us the opportunity to fight alongside him and drive them away and slay them."

On the ship, a brown-skinned, three-meter-tall mixed-race giant removed his captain's hat and respectfully bowed to the other side of the sea.

His tone was sincere, but when he spoke of evil gods, he seemed afraid that His Majesty Colin would refuse, and his face showed trepidation and fear.

The captain used runes, combined with the extraordinary power bestowed by his bloodline, to make the sound echo far and wide, ten miles, a hundred miles, and soon reach the palace in the kingdom's capital.

However, before the sound could even reach them, a similarly loud voice rang out from inside the hall, but it was majestic and powerful. Even without the power of runes, it caused the sea flowers to churn and ships to rock a hundred miles away.

"The Ice Age Kingdom accepts your allegiance."

Inside the palace, a gigantic purple-blue giant, hundreds of meters tall and dressed in royal robes, sat on a throne of equal height and spoke to a crystal ball in his hand.

The crystal ball reflected the image of the giant soldier captain, who initially looked uneasy but paused upon hearing the voice before bursting into ecstasy.

Then, realizing that the timing of the telepathic communication was wrong and that his expression might be being watched, he ordered the other crew members to stop while they were cheering and about to utter vulgar words. After maintaining a respectful demeanor, he obediently steered the ship toward the shore.

Before the throne, a giant dressed in a wizard's robe, though enormous but only half the size of the other, saw the image in the crystal ball, immediately bowed with his hands clasped, and spoke with a smile:

"Congratulations, Your Majesty, on recruiting another batch of soldiers, making the already powerful kingdom even stronger."

"In this way, even if war really breaks out, our Ice Age Kingdom will definitely be able to weather it safely."

Thunderstorms covered the entire icy sea, and the Ice Kingdom was no exception.

Although he didn't possess the extraordinary abilities of the rulers of other great powers, Colin was no less formidable. Coupled with the advantages of his homeland, he quickly assessed and analyzed the war situation.

Meanwhile, powerful pirate crews gradually made their own assessments and quickly sought out the nearest powerful ally to ally with.

"Forget it, they're just a bunch of half-bloods who have trouble even getting into the country. Even the captain is only a Heroic Spirit at best, and he won't be of much use in a war between gods."

"Have you found that pirate crew with multiple Heroic Spirits that you mentioned before?"

"Although it's unlikely, I don't want to be outmaneuvered by the other two countries and lose the opportunity to enhance our national strength."

The purple-blue giant spoke coldly, seemingly not very satisfied with the pirate crew that had surrendered.

He stared at the giant wizard, his tone concerned. Although there was still a gap between him and the Heroic Spirit, at least the giant had the qualifications to participate in the War of the Gods.

A mixed-blood pirate crew typically has at most one Heroic Spirit level member, but the giant wizard mentioned several, which piqued his interest.

This feeling intensified, especially after hearing about their deeds.

"Your Majesty, you are referring to the Evil Dragon Pirate Gang. I have already located them using witchcraft."

"They should be near Winterfell right now. If you're interested, you can keep an eye on them."

The giant wizard spoke.