Halfdan did not notice the sarcasm in Alfred's tone, and shouted to him: "Alfred, you have finally caught up! Your fleet is suitable for naval battles, and Sealand's fleet is behind, with more numbers than You still have less. Defeat them in one fell swoop!"
However, Alfred smiled and shook his head:
"Halfdan, these things are easy to talk about. But before that, here are a few letters, which have been sent from your territory in Scotland in the past few days. Your subordinates asked me to deliver them to you, Why don’t you take a look first?”
Halfdan let the boat sail to Alfred's side in confusion, and took the letters from his hands - all letters for help from his territory. The contents of the letters are almost the same: Halfdan's territory is being attacked by Alfred's army, and he hopes Halfdan can quickly return reinforcements.
However, these letters asking for help were naturally intercepted by Alfred who was traveling behind because the boat was too slow.
"Halfdan, you don't think that my gift money is given to you in vain, do you?"
Halfdan's hand holding the letter began to shake.
——Alfred offered him a gift of money as a gesture of goodwill, which he happily accepted.
——Alfred personally led the team to accompany him on the expedition, so he no longer had any doubts.
——Alfred's fleet is only suitable for naval battles, and its transportation function is not strong. He felt that this could just make up for the shortcomings of his fleet, so he didn't complain too much.
——But the weak transportation function just means that a large number of Alfred's troops still remain in Great Britain.
He looked at the young king in front of him in disbelief - he actually sent troops to attack his territory while accompanying him on an expedition? Isn't he afraid that his plan will be exposed and he will be swallowed up by his own army on the spot?
Alfred answered the question in his mind with a smile:
"Unifying Great Britain is an unprecedented undertaking. How can we achieve this goal if we don't have enough courage?"
"Do you know? Why is my fleet so slow? Because they don't need much speed at all - from the beginning, it was not designed to block the landing of your fleet, but to defeat you when you retreat. The road to retreat is blocked.”
Halfdan shouted: "You thought from the beginning that I would fail in Zealand!?"
"Retreat? No - although your defeat this time did save me a lot of trouble. But do you really think that your transport fleet, which has only a numerical advantage, can defeat the warships I built specifically for you on the sea? "
"This is the first time this fleet is unsheathed - watch carefully, this fleet will gradually replace your superiority on the sea. In the near future, I will rule the entire Great Britain, and Great Britain will rule the entire ocean !”
"You said...you want to rule the entire ocean?"
Halfdan suddenly raised his head and laughed like his brother Sigurd! An unusually bright light suddenly flashed in the sky. Halfdan took advantage of everyone's eyes to squint, jumped onto Alfred's boat, swung his ax and struck Alfred down!
Alfred's eyes were so stung by the flash that he couldn't see Halfdan's movements. But he knew the danger was approaching, so he drew his sword and blocked it upwards. During this block, his sword and Halfdan's ax happened to collide, and Halfdan's ax was immediately cut off in half!
However, Alfred, who could not see anything, could not withstand all Halfdan's attacks. After the ax head was chopped off, Halfdan grabbed Alfred's wrist and used brute force to forcefully wrest the sword from his hand!
The sword in Halfdan's hand shone several times brighter than the sun!
"The Sword in the Lake! I know it! It can cut everything! Now it's mine!"
By this time, Alfred's vision had recovered somewhat. He saw Halfdan swinging his sword towards him and quickly retreated. Halfdan chased him all the way, and the "Sword in the Lake" slashed wildly in the air, cutting everything it collided with along the way, including the guards, masts, and the ballista installed on the bow, into two pieces!
"Grahid!" Alfred shouted, and a young knight who fell on the ground threw the sword at his waist at the sound. Alfred pulled out Glahid's sword and finally blocked a slash from the Sword in the Lake. But his vision had not yet fully recovered, and the scene in front of him was still shaky. In the blink of an eye, he had more than ten injuries on his body, two of which were even serious enough to be fatal. He soon couldn't hold on anymore and fainted on the ground.
With a cruel smile on his face, Halfdan raised his sword high, ready to pierce Alfred's heart in one fell swoop.
"Yol Toor Shul (Breath of Fire)"
Along with a deep roar, a powerful flame blew like a strong wind and swept half the deck. Halfdan's clothes were instantly burned by the ferocious flames, and even his armor melted and deformed.
However, Halfdan's body and hair were not damaged at all. He raised his head and turned to the person who made the voice just now - an old man in black robes - and shouted: "Aengale, the flames created by magic can't hurt me! The protection of Badr, the God of Light, can help me. Resist all magic attacks!"
"A mere elf-level protected person dares to claim to be protected from magic?"
The old man responded calmly. Soon, another roar came from his mouth:
"Fus Ro Dah"
His voice turned into a strange force that was faster than the storm, knocking down everything in front of him, the ship's railings were lifted up, and even nearby ships were pushed back several meters. Halfdan's feet made a deep scratch on the deck. But he used the sword in the lake to penetrate the deck and stabilize his body, so that he was not pushed directly from the deck.
"Aingale! You unbeliever! Don't even try to defeat me with your weird magic!"
"Faas Ru Maar (Shocking Roar)"
The old man roared a third time without hesitation. When Halfdan heard this, he suddenly felt his whole body trembling uncontrollably. The primitive instinct of a living creature speeded up on him, causing him to escape from here immediately.
Halfdan trembled, raised his sword, and stabbed himself in the abdomen. The pain drove away all fear. He pulled out his sword, shouted and slashed at the old man.
The old man never dodges or avoids. When the Sword in the Stone was about to stab his body, he muttered:
"Feim Zii Gron"
The Sword in the Stone passed through his body but did not cause any damage to him. Halfdan went crazy and struck him with his sword, but that series of actions was just cutting the air in vain.
"Zun Haal Viik (Disarm)"
The Sword in the Stone suddenly flew out from Halfdan's hand. Halfdan stood in a daze with empty hands.
The sword came back quickly - piercing Halfdan's body.
Halfdan looked at the man holding the sword in disbelief—Alfred, who was in high spirits. He didn't look like he had just been seriously injured.
"Where are your... injuries?"
"Did you know that the Sword in the Lake is called the Demon Sword not because of the sharpness of the sword, but because of the magical healing power of its scabbard?"
Alfred smiled and drew his sword. Blood gushes from Halfdan's chest like a fountain.
"I'm dying?"
Halfdan still refused to believe this fact until the last moment.
"Loki's protector appears...Badr's protector is dead...could it be...that the Twilight of the Gods is really coming?"
A generation of legendary pirates, "White Shirt" Halfdan, who conquered Scotland, died under Alfred's sword.
At the last moment, not only was he not wearing a white shirt, but he was also naked.
The fleet behind Alfred took advantage of the momentum and rushed forward. Halfdan's fleet had just suffered a major defeat and lost its general. It was unable to make any effective resistance. The naval battle ended after only half a day.
At this moment, Ella's fleet slowly drifted over.
"Alfred——" She pointed the crowbar at the King of Knights in front of her and shouted.
"I hope you can remember that today, I gave you this victory!"
