While all the Norsemen were awestruck by the unusual phenomenon in the sky, Ulfric looked up, gazing at the heavens.
At this moment, the sun in the sky seemed to be truly spat out by Fenrir; a golden halo appeared around the dark sun, and then the light gradually emerged.
Soon, the black shadow began to move away, and the sky became clear again.
"It's dawn."
"That's great."
"Did Fenrir spit out the sun?"
The Norsemen breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the sky brighten again, and some even mustered the courage to walk outside the chieftain's longhouse, where they saw Ulfric with his back to the door.
"Oh~." At this moment, the sun's rays perfectly illuminated Ulfric's body.
He was tall, with golden hair cascading over his shoulders, legs spread apart, and his head held high, looking directly at the sky, like a majestic guardian.
"Damn Fenrir," Ulfric sneered coolly, striking a pose, and gave the sky the middle finger, deliberately saying in a loud, unrestrained voice.
At this moment, Ulfric recalled Stephen Chow's pretentious scene in "Royal Tramp."
A faint smile played on his face as he stepped into the chieftain's longhouse, while the Norsemen inside couldn't help but distance themselves.
In their eyes, only great heroes could face the mythical giant wolf Fenrir directly; even Vargarr didn't dare to move easily.
"So, the seeds the Seer gave me were meant to deal with Fenrir," Ulfric said with a shrug, as if it were nothing, addressing everyone.
"Oh, oh, oh." At Ulfric's reminder, they finally remembered that the seeds the Seer had given him had such a profound meaning.
Hrolf also quickly stepped forward and put his arm around Ulfric's shoulder.
"I never expected the Seer to give such magical seeds to one of my people to deal with Fenrir.
We should immediately hold a celebratory feast for this."
Hrolf was a shrewd chieftain; he knew that once the story of driving away Fenrir spread, Ulfric's reputation would instantly spread throughout the entire Norse world, and his own status would rise accordingly.
"Respected chieftain, you forget that I am not yet your subject, but your slave." Ulfric's eyes darted, and he immediately said to Hrolf.
"What are you saying? You are a warrior of my land, how could you be a slave?" Hrolf immediately fumed, pulling off the collar from Ulfric's neck and throwing it aside.
Then he slammed his fist hard into Ulfric's chest; if it weren't for his sturdy body, he might have been sent spitting blood.
"Cough, thank you, chieftain." But even so, Ulfric was hit hard, his blood surging.
He frowned slightly, enduring the pain, and said with a smile.
"A feast, a feast! To celebrate the new hero born in our land!" Hrolf put his strong arm around Ulfric and announced loudly.
"Oh oh oh oh oh oh~~." The Norsemen loved feasts, eating and drinking heartily, and bragging to each other.
Today's feast had an especially exciting theme; although they had stayed inside the chieftain's longhouse due to their fear of the eclipse and couldn't witness how Ulfric fought Fenrir, it didn't stop them from using their imaginations.
"Fenrir in the sky was as big as a mountain.
It roared at Ulfric, its open mouth almost swallowing the entire house, but Ulfric held the magical seeds in his hand and threw them forcefully at Fenrir.
What do you think those magical seeds turned into?" A Norseman stroked the beard hanging on his chest and said boisterously.
"But I remember you were hiding under the table at the time, so how did you see it?" However, his companion unceremoniously exposed him.
"Nonsense! Of course I heard it with my ears! Don't you know my hearing is very sharp?" The storytelling Norseman said angrily, but it immediately drew laughter from the others.
Vargarr sat alone, several empty drinking horns in front of him.
Although he had drunk a lot of mead, his mood grew increasingly depressed.
What should have been a celebration for him had now become centered around Ulfric.
What was worse, the Norsemen had re-voted, and this time, gold had no market.
How could even the most precious gold compare to the usefulness of magical seeds that could deal with Fenrir?
"So you're just sitting here drinking alone?" However, not everyone ignored Vargarr.
A soft voice came, and Vargarr looked up to see the shieldmaiden Angr sitting opposite him.
"Hmph." Although his goal was to marry Angr, Vargarr didn't want Angr to see him at his lowest point.
He turned his face away.
"What an interesting person.
Is there really a Fenrir in this world?" Angr, however, crossed her arms, her long legs crossed.
Her gaze turned towards Ulfric, who was sitting with Hrolf.
He was no longer a lowly slave but a hero who had saved the village.
"Hmph, one day I will kill a monster more terrifying than Fenrir to show you!" Vargarr angrily picked up a full horn of mead in front of him, tilted his head back, and poured the drink into his mouth.
Then he slammed the horn heavily onto the table and said to Angr.
Angr, however, smiled slightly, showing no reaction to Vargarr's sulking.
Her gaze instead passed over the crowd and fell upon Ulfric, who was being plied with drink by the chieftain.
A slight look of worry appeared on her face, and then she stood up and left.
"Enough, enough." Ulfric was a bit overwhelmed by Hrolf's enthusiasm, and although the Viking mead tasted good, it had a strong kick.
He was already feeling a bit dizzy.
"As a Viking warrior, how can you not drink?" Hrolf, however, continued to pick up his drinking horn and clink it with Ulfric's.
Ulfric didn't know how he managed to get through that night.
Even in modern times, he wasn't good at drinking.
When he felt his head spinning, he only felt two soft bodies helping him up.
Then his heavy body felt like he was walking on cotton as he moved forward.
In a daze, he felt like he had arrived in a spacious room.
"Oh, wow." His body fell heavily onto the soft bed.
He touched the mattress with his hand, feeling as if he had slept back in his familiar apartment bed.
"How did I get back?" Ulfric, with bleary, drunken eyes, reached out and touched the mattress, letting out a burp.
But soon, he felt a pair of soft hands caressing his body, then turning him over.
"Am I dreaming?" Ulfric lay on the soft, large bed, his drunken eyes looking ahead.
He saw a blurry silhouette of a graceful woman at the foot of the bed, clad in thin clothing, with golden hair cascading down her chest, rising like mountains.
"Great Wolf Warder, this is not a dream." Then the figure slowly crawled from Ulfric's feet towards him, until she was close to his ear.
The faint milky scent was not unpleasant, and her hair seemed to carry the fragrance of flowers.
"This must be a dream.
How could a foreign girl be by my side?" Ulfric's head was still hazy.
He felt certain he was having a vulgar dream, where he not only became a Norseman but also had a golden-haired, blue-eyed beauty sleeping beside him.
However, the woman leaned down and began to kiss his cheek.
Her slender fingers glided over his strong chest.
Moonlight streamed in through the window, and clear breathing sounds gradually began to fill the air.
When Ulfric woke up again, the sunlight was already streaming in through the skylight.
He exhaled a murky breath, finding himself completely naked, and realizing he was sleeping in a well-decorated room.
"Damn, my head hurts.
What happened last night?" Ulfric sat up, shaking his head, trying to recall, but the hangover headache made him unable to remember anything.
Seeing his clothes at the foot of the bed, he quickly put them on.
As he stumbled out of the room, he realized he was in the chieftain's longhouse, and the female slaves he passed along the way couldn't help but cover their mouths and giggle.
Some female slaves' cheeks were flushed, and when Ulfric looked at them, they quickly fled.
"What happened?" Ulfric was a bit baffled.
Could last night's erotic dream have been real? Had he really had relations with a woman in the longhouse?
At this point, he remembered that Vikings had some strange traditions, which was to offer women to brave warriors to ensure they would leave behind strong enough offspring.