The Son Of Ragnar

Tyr returned and noticed that the Vikings were cheering and returning with treasures but this was not nearly enough to fill their pockets. 

If it was as Askild said, then there should be far more treasure than this making Tyr stick to his initial plan. 

He was getting irritated and impatient, he did not understand why Uttredus was doing something so stupid but he was not going to entertain it any longer. 

Tyr grabbed the priest by the collar and dragged him into the building but he gestures for the remaining monks to come with him, they had no choice and did just that. 

Bjorn walked in after his brother, watching to see what he intended to do, he hoped it was nothing barbaric and just a scare tactic to get them to talk. 

He justice that there was a wooden pillar that stood out in the middle of this building. 

Tyr had asked him if he trusted him and Bjorn had given him his answer verbally but now his actions must match his words. 

Other Vikings were curious as to what Tyr had planned as they too soon entered the room but Magnus could not believe that Tyr was Bjorn\'s brother. 

He was a lot darker than his brother and that was not about his complexion. 

Tyr proceeded to bind Uttredus to this giant piece of wood, tying his hand behind it. 

Tyr did not stop there, he proceeded to strip him until he was stark naked, this was the ultimate humiliation and Bjorn did not like what his brother was doing but if this stopped Tyr from killing him then it was a small price to pay.

Bjorn hoped that this could be resolved with no bloodshed or rather, the least amount of bloodshed seeing as blood had already been spilled. 

Uttredus still stood tall and Tyr heaved a loud sigh because the scars on this old man\'s body were no doubt battle scars, the monks looked away because they could only imagine the amount of pain he had to go through to get those scars. 

But Tyr confirmed he had Viking blood in him with this meaning he converted to whatever this religion was when he came upon this island but why did he not teach them to fight and defend themselves?

If there were other lands around here, were they the same? Tyr was curious to find out as something told him this was the first stepping stone.

This Island might be great but there was something that did not make sense and that was where they got their treasures from.

It meant that they were in trade with a Kingdom that was not known to them but what could these people possibly have to trade?

Tyr could not understand but he knew something was off with these people. 

Wychard looked scared shitless and no one could blame him, this was the first time in his life coming under such a threat. 

Tyr knew Uttredus would not submit the moment he confirmed Gudleif\'s Viking theory to be true. 

"Let\'s begin…" Tyr said; Bjorn wanted to intervene but he already gave his younger brother his word. 

There was no way he could go back on it with all he has done to Tyr. 

Tyr, who had his axe equipped, looked at the Priest with disdain but Bjorn heaved a sigh of relief the moment Tyr put away his axe. 

He thought his younger brother was about to hack away at him but this relief was short-lived as Tyr equipped a uniquely shaped dagger.

It looked like the kind of knife people used for flaying and that was exactly what Tyr had in mind. 

The Vikings cheered as Tyr began to skin this man alive, they cheered and laughed because this was their way and the monks began to throw up at the sight of this. 

Tyr made sure he was slow and precise, ripping a huge chunk of flesh from his chest. The pain was so immense that even the brave-faced Uttredus cried in pain, his shrieking screams were a joy to the Vikings.

Bjorn looked blankly, he did not feel empathy towards the man but he was concerned that his younger brother was becoming a lot more like Erik The Berserker. 

The flaying continued for a good thirty minutes and the monks\' wills were broken or is it more accurate to say Wychard? Not everyone was brave and wanted to be a martyr for their cause, Wychard wanted to live or die in the least painful way possible because he knew if he stood up to them then this was what awaited him. 

Uttredus lost the defiance on his face, and in turn, the strength that the monks were hanging onto crumbled yet Tyr continued to flay and a voice that they had not heard until now, screamed. 

"Stop!" Everyone jerked their heads in the direction of the monks and found out that it was Wychard who had said this but this was in their language.

They understood him and Tyr took it upon himself to find out who if he truly understood.

"You speak our language?" Tyr asked. Wychard but Wychard made a terrible miscalculation, he had taken the only valuable thing keeping Uttredus alive. 

Tyr buried the knife into the Priest\'s neck, killing him instantly but Bjorn was partly relieved that he was out of his misery. 

"He is the real deal…" Viggo thought to himself, he could see the potential in Tyr because he lacked the one thing that would hold anyone back and that was empathy. 

"Y-You monster…" Magnus blurted out, he could not believe the unnecessary brutality that these people were being subjected to.

"That idiot…!" Bjorn thought in response to this, now was not the time or place to criticize Tyr because his methods were yielding results as much as he hated to admit it. 

Tyr began to walk towards Magnus and Magnus gulped in fear as to what was about to happen but Bjorn stood in their way, he needed to de-escalate the situation.

"Tyr, it seems like that one over there speaks our language… We need to get the information out of him," Bjorn said and Tyr knew that this man\'s face was not one he recognized nor did he carry himself as a warrior but Bjorn was right. 

"What is your name, Christian?" Tyr questioned.

"I am called Wychard and I will guide you to what you seek but please, do not hurt anyone else!" Wychard pleaded to which Tyr nodded before saying. 

"That depends on you, Wychard…"