The Sage of Einar

Anders, who was looking at the starry sky at night, got up from the ground, which was full of blood and human remains.

Using his hand, which was full of mud and blood, he wiped his nose and looked at the hundreds of corpses under the Danevirke wall.

Anders spread his hands while enjoying the scent of blood "Is that all they have Christians, a small group of filthy farmers?

They were weak, and even what you considered noble was nothing more than pieces of meat ready to be cut.

It's a shame that there were only very few enemies I would have enjoyed killing a few more, but sadly all good things never last too long. "

After saying those words, Anders picked up his two battle axes from the ground and began to limp towards the entrance of the wall since one of his legs was injured.

When he got to the entrance, the two guards who were guarding the wooden door looked in disappointment as the cursed Berserker who had to die appeared before them completely covered in blood as if the battle in which he had participated was only child's play.

Anders seeing the disappointed faces of the two guards only showed them a smile from ear to ear.

"I know you damn bastards are not happy I didn't die, but you must open that door so I can have some mead since I've earned it and neither of you two wants to check why!"

One of the guards laughed and pulling down his pants began to urinate towards Anders.

"Is this mead enough for Your Highness Berserker, or does it require my partner to help you a bit?"

Anders who was still keeping a smile looked towards the guard and pointed his ax at him.

"You are very funny and you know who most likes jokes."

The guard shook his head and continued to urinate until when he finished he lowered his gaze to pull up his pants and it was at that moment that he saw an ax pierce his chest.

Feeling that his strength was leaving him, the guard took two steps before falling into the void, leaving his body scattered on the cold earth below.

Anders walked to the corpse and retrieved the ax that he had thrown at the guard to later wipe it on the corpse's clothing.

"I think you've seen what happened to your partner.

It's a shame he drank too much while guarding the wall and fell on my ax.

Now I asked myself if you had too much to drink and will fall on my other ax. "

The guard who was feeling great fear took a few steps back and ran quickly to report the death of his companion, unfortunately, he could not get very far as an ax was buried in his neck.

Anders, realizing that he had thrown one of his valuable axes, could only curse in silence, so knowing that he could not return.

He started walking towards the battlefield as sooner or later those damn bastards would have to go loot the corpses.

As he walked in the dark night, he saw in the distance a corpse of a horse that seemed to be in good condition.

So he started running to where he was since that horse would be his dinner.

When he arrived, the first thing he did was use his dagger to start cutting one of the legs of the corpse that did not appear to be damaged.

As he cut the meat, he had problems when reaching the bone, so using his ax he gave a great blow on the bone, causing it to crack.

After breaking the bone, Anders lifted the horse's leg and using the small loop tied it to the cord at his waist.

"Now that I have food, I need a little fire, I think it would be a very good idea to use fat from one of the corpses."

Anders, who already had food and already knew how the fire was going to be made, looked for a good place under one of the trees on the road.

After searching for a while, he came across a nice tree on which two Christian farmers hung.

Once he reached the tree, he used his dagger to cut the stomach of one of the farmers and reached his hand inside the corpse's belly to remove a piece of fat.

With the fat in his hand, he began to prepare the fire, which he ended up lighting using a flint.

When the fire was sufficiently lit, he threw the fat on it, causing a flare that took the opportunity to start cooking the horse's leg.

The aroma of the grease that was sizzling on the fire made Anders's stomach start to growl. 

So when the horse's leg was cooked enough, he didn't hesitate to take a big bite.

"It's a shame it doesn't have a bit of salt or a mead to go with this meat, though…"

Anders pulled a dry mushroom out of his bag and carefully began sprinkling it over the meat.

In the end, Anders took another bite of his flesh and it was at that moment that a sensation of heat began to invade him.

But it wasn't until after a few minutes that he began to feel numb that he heard a man's voice.

At that moment Anders raised his head and saw how the corpse of the farmer where he had obtained the fatwas looking at him with hatred while crossing his arms.

"I hope you enjoyed using my fat in your goddamn heathen food."

Anders who was falling asleep started laughing and took another bite of the horse's leg he was holding.

"It was worth every bite of this meat to have used your fat, otherwise the fire could not have been lit with the intensity that I would have liked.

Besides, you don't have to complain about it since you're dead, it's not that you're going to use your fat for something, right? "

The corpse of the farmer continued to glare at Anders.

"You are an aberration for human beings, how can you say that calmly and continue eating that meat that is contaminated with my fat."

Anders started laughing as he got to his feet.

Once standing he put his hand around the waist of the corpse of the farmer and extended his hand, leaving the piece of meat near his mouth.

"Why don't you stop talking and take a bite of meat for the tender taste, I can tell you that the horse it belonged to must have belonged to one of your nobles.

Go take a bite and let yourself be carried away by its flavor, you are already dead so no one is going to punish you, Christian.

I don't think someone is going to hang up on you again. "

The farmer tried to move his face from the disgust that it caused him to have that meat close to his face.

"Remove that meat from my face, how dare you offer me that crap, you are not afraid of God's punishment."

Anders shook his head and lowered his hand so he could take another bite of the horse's leg.

With his mouth full, Anders pointed to the battlefield.

"Your God is not my Christian God, you see the battlefield, only true men can die in battle.

I fought in that battle and survived, so I have the right to take anything as loot, that includes your corpse.

As far as I'm concerned, you're just good loot that served its purpose, so you can rot in this tree for the rest of eternity.

While I prepare to fight another battle and get a safe pass to Valhalla, where I will enjoy the Valkyries and good food.

Until Ragnarok comes and I have to go fight against the end of the world to die with greatness, like the man that I am. "

After this Anders sat down again and continued to eat the horse's leg until he fell asleep at dawn.

In the morning Anders got up when he felt that a crow was pecking his face, Anders angrily slapped it.

"Odin I'm not dead yet, I'm still alive so don't send your minions to eat my meat, there will be time in the future!"

After this, he got up from the ground and stretched his hands while he watched as a group of warriors was cleaning the battlefield.

"I guess it's time to go back to camp. I hope those bastards at least let me take a bath, I hate being covered in blood when I'm not fighting."

The warriors who were cleaning the corpses noticed that a person covered in blood was approaching and that he carried a large ax on his waist.

Somewhat puzzled, the warriors got up to fight, but it was then that one of them told them to lower their weapons.

"That bastard coming towards us is Anders and from what I can see he doesn't look very hurt except for his leg.

I told you guys, weed never dies, now you owe me the pay for the month, see it! "

Anders who was listening from afar raised his ax and struck twice on his chest.

"This bastard is listening to you, you better let me into the camp!

Since I want to clean the blood that is in my body and you damned if you do not let me, I will have to enter by force. "

All the warriors laughed in unison and readied their weapons as they slowly approached Anders since they did not intend to let him enter the camp armed as he was a real danger.