Ivar's fleet successfully crossed the strait between Funen and Zealand. This is the last section of the sea route. They have successfully landed on the land of Zealand. As long as they continue to walk forward, they will soon reach the walled city of Zealand.
Everyone felt that ships were unnecessary in this situation. The soldiers responsible for dragging Najirfa breathed a sigh of relief in advance. However, Ivar still ordered the troops to bring Najirfa.
No one knew what Ivar wanted to do. After reaching Zealand, all that's left is a land battle. Unless he wanted to continue eastward after capturing Loran - but that was the territory of his father Ragnar, and there were no enemies. In this case, the Nagel Law is a total liability.
Maybe it can play some defensive role as a fortress, but Ivar is now the offensive side with an absolute advantage. Dragging Najirfa reduces the marching speed, but will cause Ayla or Hestein to return to the rescue in time.
The only function of Najirfa is probably to give a sense of oppression. When approaching the village, it is taller than most of the villagers' houses. There is also Fenrir, whose howling sound scares people ten miles away.
Perhaps because of the superposition of these factors, Ivar's troops passed many small villages along the way, but did not find a single figure - they had probably all fled.
Ivar went in and took a look at every village. He didn't say a word, but he seemed to have understood everything.
By evening they were still some distance from Zealand. Ivar was asked if he could enter a nearby village to rest. Ivar shook his head. The entire army was ordered to camp outside the village.
"Have you paid close attention to the villages along the road today? The people have fled, but have you noticed that there is not even anything useful left in the village? This is not a sign of a hasty escape, but a prepared evacuation. I am very Stupid, but some smart people among the enemy have predicted our marching route in advance."
In the astonishment of everyone, he asked his men to open the iron cage holding Fenrir and unlock the chains that locked Fenrir. When the sixth chain was untied, Fenrir shook his body and tore off the remaining six chains. The soldier who was undoing the chains on it didn't react, and only half of its calf was left after being bitten by him. It chewed up the pieces of meat in its mouth and then let out a long, sharp howl at the moon! I'm afraid even male lions, elephants, and grizzly bears will turn around and run away at this long howl!
Ivar whispered Fenrir's name. Fenrir walked over with his head held high. The huge black shadow, magnified several times in the night, really looked like the legendary giant beast that swallowed up the heaven and earth. The soldiers along the road hid in fear, and Fenrir stopped in front of Ivar.
A man and a wolf were looking at each other, conveying words that others could not understand with their eyes. After a while, Fenrir squatted down in front of Ivar. Ivar hugged Fenrir's body and used both hands to move himself from the stretcher to Fenrir's back. Two soldiers ran over and tied Ivar to Fenrir's back with iron ropes.
"Torch!"
Ivar said something, and a soldier put a torch into his hand. He patted Fenrir's head gently, and Fenrir rushed towards the village in the distance! It is faster than any horse in the world. Ivar, who was riding on its back, let out a hearty laugh that had not happened in more than ten years. They rushed into the village together, and Ivar threw the torch over a house. The fire started so quickly that half of the village turned into a sea of flames before Fenrir ran out of the village!
The soldiers immediately understood: the rooftops of this seemingly peaceful village had already been sprinkled with fire starters.
The sea of fire made all the muscles in Ivar's body tremble with excitement.
"Come on, let Loki, the god of fire, choose his spokesperson!"
Having said this, Ivar rushed into the sea of fire as if he had gone crazy. The soldiers saw from a distance that he and Fenrir's shadows were running around in the fire, the flames were dancing excitedly, and Ivar's laughter became more and more unrestrained, as if he was dancing something from hell in the sea of fire. dance.
A little while later, Fenrir jumped out of the sea of fire with a hot wind. Its whole body was covered with fire, but its hair was even more colorful and attractive under the fire. Ivar, who was sitting on him, was burned by the fire for a long time, but he was still unscathed.
"Another torch!"
Ivar roared again. After he took the torch, Fenrir ran back in the direction of Fein!
Not long after, another bright light appeared in the distance. It was another village that was on fire - there was also sprinkled with tinder.
Fenrir ran back to the army like a gust of wind.
"Another torch!"
Ivar shouted excitedly. Before anyone could react, he snatched the torch from a soldier. Fenrir's majestic limbs stepped on the ground, carrying Ivar to run in the other direction.
Not long after, light also appeared in that direction.
"Look, all the villages! All the villages have been sprinkled with fire starters! How cruel and cruel this is!"
Ivar shouted on Fenrir's back as he flew forward.
"But I am the only one qualified to challenge Odin!"
When he appeared in front of everyone again, the fire wrapped around Fenrir's body was several times more intense than before, and there was also fire on Ivar's body - his hair and beard all turned into fire, burning like a raging fire. Dancing like a poisonous snake.
The sickly Ivar disappeared, replaced by an extremely powerful hero.
"I am Ivar! The only one protected by Loki!"
he shouted in front of the entire army.
"Odin will be pulled off his throne! By me! Rejoice, you are my soldiers! Follow me, first get rid of the people who falsely call Loki, and then continue eastward to meet the twilight of the gods!"
His army roared like ghosts and gods under Najirfa.
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Amy stood on the city wall of Zealand, looking at the fire burning from three different directions.
The babies in Zealand were crying and couldn't stop it.
"Your Majesty... how is the war in West Fore? You must have won, right? Are you on the road to Zealand now? You are not afraid to come back because you are afraid of being forced by me to continue writing a letter of repentance, right?"
There are currently no troops in Zealand that can be used for combat. There were no more than five people who could barely use magic, including Amy.
"Your Majesty...you must consciously finish the letter of repentance. Because no one can continue to force you. In the future, don't do such dangerous things casually."
Amy laughed miserably.
"I clearly expected that Ivar might pass by Jutland, but I couldn't send Ivar into my trap. I obviously tried very hard, but I couldn't catch up with you - this is the limit of a mortal's ability What?"
A dark emotion surged in Amy's heart, causing her hands to clench slightly.
"How about, Ella, let me use my bones to build the last step for you to become a king?"
