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The Will of Thor (The Last Raid, Part 2)

From the woods ahead a similar cry rang out between the trees. I thrust my spear towards the heavens and yelled “In the name of Thor, and all those who dwell beneath him!”

Men sprinted towards the forests, waiting for the enemy’s armies to meet them, but no hordes came. Instead thousands of men stopped at the line of trees and reeled as if caught by an evil stench.

“What’s this?” I yelled. I ignored the cold feeling at my neck, instead drawing my seax from its scabbard. “Scared by trees, are we?”

“I can feel Evil in these woods.”
“Dark spirits plague the trees.”
The whispers spread along the lines of men.

“Cowards!” The murmuring stopped. “Dare ye back out now?” I turned to face the woods, dark and deep.
I didn’t wait for the assurances of my men, but took four steps and disappeared into the gloom, remembering my promise.

I will not return, lest it be with his head in my hand and his land on my lap.

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