The rancorous stench of death emanating from the Viking longboat reached up to the Halls of Valhalla and Fenrir's nostrils.
The dead don't always travel on land, but sea.
The re-animated corpses of the Viking warriors, putrid flesh blanketed with maggots and worms, crew the ship littered with the bones of their victims.
They aren't interested in treasures of gold and jewellery that would make a man wealthy beyond his wildest dreams. Dominating women to satisfy sexual desires is a task left to the living.
A great banquet awaits them at the next unsuspecting village, a feast of human flesh.