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Tyr had a unit under him, he watched Bjorn being bandaged up as the attack had not hit any major organs but there was something he knew he needed to do.

He needed to get his mother, but could not leave Bjorn here, out in the open and vulnerable.

"Bjorn, do you see the halls of Valhalla?" Tyr called out to his brother but all he got in return was Bjorn's middle finger.

This was reassuring because it told him that Bjorn would be okay but now it was up to him to save their mother. He looked to the sky, the sun was scorching hot and sweat dripped down his clothes. Tyr took off his shirt to lose his shirt because of the heat, his glistering skin shone like a precious stone as Tyr had a few scratches on him, they were amazed that such a young boy was this smart, there was no doubt that Tyr was a prodigy that was not scared of making hard decisions as he had demonstrated multiple times.

He was the decisive element in the war but could he replicate that right now?

Tyr took a moment to recognize how far he has come, it was just a dream a few months back but he had tasted battle and been forged in the flames of war.

The sliced-off face of Brynjar laying on the floor, with his brain slipping out of his skull, onto the ground for the earth to eat.

Brynjar was one of Birger's trusted men, he was by no means weak but the injury he sustained in his battle with Herfjötur proved to be his ultimate downfall otherwise it would have been the sons of Ragnar in this state.

Tyr had no intentions of letting death claim him, it was far too soon and now, he had a new target, the person he wanted next was Birger.

"I have an idea…" Tyr said as everyone leaned in closer.

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Liv was being carried away like livestock, she kicked and struggled to break free but to no avail, it was futile and she could not even scream for help as her mouth was gagged.

Everyone saw her yet pretended not to, averting their gaze in shame for they were not warriors, just some people meant to be ruled over.

It made no difference who ruled them, as long as their way of life was not disturbed for Askild's rule was no one of benevolence.

But someone stood in front of them, it was a child that looked wretched and weak, and in his hand was a knife.

"S-Stop!" The timid child commanded but no one would take the words of a child seriously.

This was the child that tried to steal from Askild on Askild's way back to his throne room after seeing the seer and right now, he was standing up for what he believed was right.

But like a fly, he was swatted out of the way, one would think this would be enough to dissuade him but it did quite the opposite.

He got back to his feet, legs shaking from the impact and blood gushing from his nose yet he stood tall, everyone pretended they did not know what was happening.

They were far too ashamed and conflicted on what to do, jumping in might make them mistake this as some sort of revolt that was punishable by death.

The man known as Reidar walked up to the child, he had his waist-long hair tied in a ponytail.

Everyone held their breath because they expected only one outcome and that was death.

Reidar crouched, looking the child right in the eyes with a stern face, but the boy did not buckle.

"Do you wish to die?" Reidar asked but got no response, he felt the resolve of the child waver yet he still stood.

"Hahahaha!" Reidar burst out laughing, he could not believe someone so young could be this brave. He looked at the adults around, cowering and lowering their gazes like they had been castrated.

He patted the boy on the head, before saying in a friendly tone.

"You will make a great warrior someday, but that day may never come if you continue with this foolishness," Reidar said, the 5'8 man getting back to his feet to reevaluate the situation.

"Reidar!" A man called out, forcing not only Reidar but everyone else to jerk their head in the voice's direction.

Reidar was surprised by what his eyes met, he saw Tyr restrained and in the hands of the men under Brynjar but where was Brynjar?

"We have caught Tyr Ragnarsson but unfortunately he claimed the life of Brynjar before we could subdue," This was strange, Brynjar was in no way weak and this news did not sit well with Reidar despite them having captured Tyr.

Unlike most warriors, Reidar was not only empathetic but somewhat of a pacifist when it came to bloodshed, he hated that this was going on but knew it was important for the future of Norway.

Askild opened a paradox when he invaded and conquered Vestfold as now others would see it is possible to invade and assimilate a kingdom with no repercussions.

"I hope they were not too rough on you, Tyr Ragnarsson." Reider inquired, but he got no response from Tyr.

"I have heard wonderful things about you, I would not mind discussing some milk later as I do not like ale myself, but I have pressing matters to attend to right now," Reidar said, but he had played right into Tyr's hand.

His first mistake was allowing Tyr to get close to him and his second mistake….

Well, he would realize what it was the moment the men around him had their throats slit.

Reidar was not aware that they switched allegiance and thus, it was easy to kill the little men he had around him, using Tyr as the bait. Reidar and the men that had plans to violate Liv remained.

"Hahaha! I did find it strange that Brynjar would fall with how many men were under his command, now I understand why he did." Reidar came to the realization the moment they turned their sword on him despite his odds. Reidar did not look frightened and they would soon find out why.