Knight Of Valhalla

Another Side (2)

Valkyrie named Ransgrid stepped gracefully on the lush grass of the Asgardian meadow. Her sharp, red eyes looked up at the sky filled with dark clouds. However, to Ransgrid, the sky was not merely a place where clouds flew, but also filled with representations of ships symbolizing the warriors and monsters in the upcoming battle.

Ransgrid carefully observed the spread of forces on the illuminated map in the sky. She assessed their strength and evaluated the deployment of troops. The upcoming battle would involve 2,000 tough warriors and around 1,500 ferocious dog-headed monsters. Although this force was not insignificant, Valkyrie considered it a small-scale battle in the grand scheme of Asgard's conflicts.

Ransgrid understood that in Valhalla, the home of brave warriors, the number of soldiers reached hundreds of thousands. Therefore, sending a force of 2,000 individuals, most of whom were low-ranking fighters, into the actual battlefield would feel insufficient. Ransgrid felt that her presence in this battle was merely to meet quotas and ensure the presence of the Valkyrie on the battlefield.

"Ransgrid, are you sure this battle isn't important?" a soft voice sounded beside her. Ransgrid turned and saw a young warrior clad in gleaming armor. It was Harald, a newly chosen fighter who had been selected by Valkyrie to participate in this battle.

Ransgrid offered a small smile. "Harald, I know this battle holds significance for many. But sometimes, I grow weary of this never-ending war. I yearn to witness a truly grand battle, where thousands of warriors clash and fierce monsters roam."

Harald nodded in understanding. "I am young and haven't experienced many battles like you, Ransgrid. However, I believe that every battle holds meaning, no matter how small. Every time we fight to protect Asgard, we also defend the dreams and hopes of our people. Never underestimate the impact we can make, no matter how slight."

Ransgrid fell silent, contemplating the wise words spoken by Harald. She realized that her concern for this battle had been too low. She was a Valkyrie, a guardian and receiver of fallen warriors' souls on the battlefield. Her duty was to honor the courage and sacrifice of those fighters, regardless of the battle's scale.

With newfound determination, Ransgrid approached the gathered warriors on the battlefield. She spoke to them, instilling courage and ensuring their readiness to fight with valor. Conversations between Ransgrid and the soldiers enlivened the atmosphere, bolstered their fighting spirit, and caught the attention of onlookers.

When the day of battle arrived, Ransgrid fearlessly led the troops. She moved swiftly across the battlefield, striking the dog-headed monsters with extraordinary strength and speed. Though the battle may have seemed small in the grand scheme of Asgard's wars, each blow and every saved soul marked a meaningful victory.

After the battle, Ransgrid stood amidst the battlefield, littered with destruction and the bodies of monsters. She gazed upon the weary and wounded faces of her warriors but also witnessed the bravery and burning spirit in their eyes.

"You were right, Harald," Ransgrid murmured.

"Every battle carries its own significance. I shall no longer belittle the smallness of battles like this. Every victory we achieve is a step toward peace and justice in Asgard."

Ransgrid waved her hand, hiding a small smile behind her Valkyrie mask. She had found the true meaning in her role as a Valkyrie: not merely observing battles from afar, but actively engaging, leading, and honoring the struggle of every warrior who risked their lives to protect their.

In the dusty battlefield, Ransgrid took a deep breath after the intense battle had ended. Standing amidst a crowd of resting soldiers, he leaned his sword against his shoulder, wearing a serious expression. Heavy footsteps approached him, and Odin, a fellow warrior who was tough and experienced, came up to him.

"Can you feel it, Ransgrid?" Odin asked with his deep voice.

Ransgrid turned and raised an eyebrow. "It's part of war, isn't it? Victory and defeat."

Odin burst into laughter, while most of the other soldiers looked tired and weary. "Yes, that's true. But there's something that caught my attention in this battle."

Ransgrid looked at Odin with increased attention. In his thoughts, he believed that most of the soldiers involved in this battle were rookies and lacked sufficient experience. He hoped that someone would be able to grab his attention, although Rasgrid himself wasn't sure about it.

"Why are you laughing like that?" Ransgrid asked, his face full of curiosity.

Odin smiled widely. "You have very high standards, Rasgrid. It's difficult for someone to catch your attention, isn't it?"

Ransgrid nodded slowly, realizing the truth in Odin's words. He was a highly-ranked warrior who didn't underestimate anyone standing by his side. Hugin, their intelligent and inquisitive comrade, joined in their conversation.

"So, did nothing catch your attention, Ransgrid?" Hugin asked with curiosity.

Ransgrid shook his head and answered with doubt, "No, except for one person."

Odin raised an eyebrow and looked at Rasgrid with uncontrollable curiosity. He wanted to know who the person was that managed to catch Ransgrid's attention, a warrior with sharp eyesight and high intelligence.

"Which legion does this person belong to?" Odin asked, not hiding his curiosity.

Ransgrid looked up at the sky and carefully chose his words. He wanted to imply that this person was someone of great influence and remarkable achievements.

"He comes from a small legion, but he has a great reputation and leads with courage."

Odin, and several other soldiers exchanged glances, absorbing Ransgrid's words with growing enthusiasm. They were curious to learn more about this mysterious warrior who had captured Ransgrid's attention, the strict judge.

With their curiosity reaching its peak, Odin smiled and said, "We should find out more about this person, Ransgrid. Who knows, maybe he's the ally we've been looking for in the next battle."

Ransgrid nodded in agreement. "We should conduct further investigation. I'm sure he has many fascinating stories and remarkable achievements to share."

Their conversation flowed with excitement and the spirit of adventure as they agreed to seek out the mysterious warrior who had captured Ransgrid's attention. In the darkness of the night, they were determined to unveil the secrets and bravery of the person who had become the focus of their attention.