A scent of blood filled the air.
In the hall, a bonfire blazed as Blood Axe - Nidhron suddenly opened his eyes, roused from his light slumber by faint cries. The burly warrior of the Barbarian Race picked up the beheading axe beside him, grabbed a jug of wine in one hand, and drank deeply while walking. Honey wine trickled down his hairy chest.
When the heavy doors were pushed open,
his pupils, under the firelight, had turned entirely blood-red, as if a bloodthirsty beast was trapped within his body!
"Sol!"
"Witness my battle!"
Blood Axe - Nidhron's heavy breathing was like a grizzly bear's. His gaze pierced the darkness, focusing on the southwest direction of the town. The heavy armor didn't hinder his movement; he sprinted like a hunting tiger, charging towards the source of the screams.
That man has come again!
After assassinating King Hengist of the Kent Kingdom, Duncan alone altered the entire situation on Great Britain.