Bjorn's protection belongs to the God of War. Although it takes the form of fire, its power is mainly fierce. It comes and goes quickly, which is completely different from the effect of Loki's protection that pursues continuous fire. Chimalpopoka struggled to stand up, and was about to say something brave, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he spit out a mouthful of blood.
On the other side, Yinzikoatl also stood up silently. He hid under the soil, and his injuries were lighter than Chimalpopoka's, but he also knew that he could no longer fight with Bjorn. I had no choice but to follow Bjorn's words and ask: "Which direction should we go?"
"North. There are my follow-up troops there." Bjorn replied, "Your clothes are similar to mine. As long as you don't show hostility, they won't make it difficult for you."
Yinzikoatl nodded and walked towards Chimalpopoka. Chimalpopoka wanted to say something more, but Yinzkoatl covered his mouth. They limped into the woods, each carrying Tesosomok on one shoulder, and prepared to walk towards the north pointed by Bjorn.
But Bjorn's spear stopped in front of them.
Yinzikoatl asked warily: "What do you want to do?"
"My subordinates can't let you dig out their hearts in vain. You can leave, but you have to leave at least some blood." Bjorn said with a cold face, "It also allows me to replenish my magic power."
Chimalpopoka couldn't bear it and cursed loudly: "Bjorn! Do you regard us as prisoners of war?"
"Give him the blood."
The source of the sound is Tesosomoc. He had regained some consciousness and looked at Bjorn with half-lidded eyes.
Hearing Tesosomok's voice, Chimalpopoka and Yinzkoyatl felt happy. But they were both surprised by what Tesosomoc said: "Tratoani, how could we..."
"We lost Winchester. And he wants to help us fend off the pursuers, so what if he gives us some blood?" Tessosomok coughed a few times and looked at Bjorn again, "Remember, this is a mistake. A gift to an ally in support of goodwill, not a symbol of slavery. To avoid the destruction of this Fifth Age, I hope our alliance can endure forever."
Hearing Tesosomok say this, Chimalpopoka and Yinzikoatl sighed helplessly. They took turns cutting their own veins with obsidian daggers and pouring their blood into the kettles Bjorn had brought them. Soon after, both of their faces turned pale. When they bandaged their wounds and tried to stand up, they found that they could no longer walk.
The Scottish cavalry didn't know what they were doing, but watching the two Aztlan men being bled, they felt bad in their hearts. The sound of horse hooves was getting closer, and Bjorn knew that there could be no further delay, so he separated a small group of cavalry to carry the three Tesosomoks northward, while the remaining cavalry adjusted their formation on the spot.
Bjorn's own horse was burned by his magic, but luckily there was a spare horse for him to switch to. After preparing all this, Bjorn silently looked at the rolling dust in front of him and drank all the blood in the kettle.
Alfred led the knights in pursuit. He was not too surprised to see Bjorn and just waved the team to stop.
"You came faster than I expected." Alfred said.
"Then you have to ask the defenders on your border. I'm not saying that your fortresses and towns are no different from peace. Those defenders are worse than the patrols organized by the villagers." Bjorn raised his spear and pointed it at Alf Reid, "King of Knights, I'm just here to retrieve what belongs to me this time. If you don't want your kingdom to be destroyed, just return the things to me obediently!"
"Your thing?" Alfred asked knowingly, "What is it?"
"Of course it's the inheritance of my eldest and second brother, the territories of Ireland and Scotland!"
"That's not okay." Alfred replied calmly, "Your eldest brother and second brother robbed it, and it's not theirs in the first place."
"That's nice to say. Didn't you snatch the land in England?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Bjorn swung his spear forward and shouted to the cavalry behind him: "Charge forward! Capture Alfred alive!"
Alfred said no more and waved his hand forward as well. Just hearing the roar of men, the neighing of horses, and the sound of hoofbeats, the two cavalry teams charged at each other with great force!
Alfred and Bjorn each rushed to the front of the team, and the remaining soldiers spread out behind them like awls, like two huge sharp knives stabbing each other at their opponents. Bjorn asked his men to slow down the horse speed, and he rode the horse forward at full speed. After putting some distance away from the men behind him, he suddenly raised the flat spear high and put a force on the spear. Gather!
This was a blow powerful enough to break through the stone wall. Alfred saw this and hurriedly signaled his men to disperse their formation. Soon enough, as soon as Alfred's team dispersed, the fiery power rushed towards Alfred himself!
In an instant, Alfred and the war horse beneath him were crushed to the ground. The armor on both the man and the horse was deformed by the high temperature, and the skin became charred in an instant, and even the bones supporting the body were damaged. It was crushed into a ball due to the huge force!
Bjorn let out a roar of victory and charged towards the remaining enemy forces determined to win. The cavalry behind him also launched a full-speed charge, and for a moment, the sound of killing was loud!
Alfred's fall did not stop the English knights. The speed of the horses turned them into an arrow that had to be fired. They used their roars to fight against the enemy's roars, and rushed towards the opponent with the will to die.
At the moment when the two iron currents met, the horse under Bjorn suddenly tilted down. Bjorn was thrown into the air, and out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of Alfred holding a sword——
The armor on his body was still in a deformed state, but the bones had already supported his body again, and the charred skin was nowhere to be found. He swung his sword and cut off the front hooves of Bjorn's horse. Taking advantage of Bjorn being thrown to the ground and unable to get up, he threw away his sword and pounced on him!
Countless horse hooves flashed past Bjorn and Alfred, and they would be seriously injured if they were stepped on. But Alfred completely ignored the danger and rolled and fought on the ground with Bjorn in his arms. The strength and vitality were completely unlike Bjorn's full blow.
"Do you think you can kill me with your magic?" Alfred pinched Bjorn's neck fiercely. "The scabbard of the Sword in the Lake was given to me by Mellie. I have it with me. , no one can even think of defeating me!”
