It turned out that the Valkyries didn't choose souls based on who feared death the least or who was strongest. They clearly had their own criteria.
Many who didn't seem particularly strong were chosen instead.
This surprised Liu Zhi. After thinking it over, he examined several corpses, but couldn't find any discernible pattern.
The whole thing left Liu Zhi stumped. Did Valhalla have its own unique way of choosing?
Just then, a Viking walked over with a large wooden barrel and dropped it right onto Liu Zhi.
"Come have a drink."
Liu Zhi smiled. This was just how Vikings were. He picked up the drink, ready to take a swig.
Just then, the Viking suddenly said, "You're looking for the Dragon's Graveyard, aren't you?"
Liu Zhi looked up at the Viking. Most Vikings had thick beards and prominent noses, so ordinary people couldn't tell them apart.
Liu Zhi wasn't even sure whether he'd seen this fellow before.
The Viking said, "I know the Dragon's Graveyard comes in all sizes. I also know of a small one, where around twenty dragons from the same family are buried. Want to try your luck there?"
Liu Zhi considered this news. "What do you want?"
"I saw what you did in the cave earlier. That one—the fellow with the red skull for a head. I want his power."
Liu Zhi looked the Viking up and down. He had a battle-axe the size of a wagon wheel strapped to his back. It was clearly no fake, which meant he was a powerful warrior himself. So why did he want to take a path he knew nothing about?
Seeing Liu Zhi's puzzled look, the Viking said solemnly, "I want revenge. I want to kill a dragon. I need power."
Liu Zhi didn't understand. He'd only had