On the dark horizon, the tide rose and fell, and then a young man suddenly appeared from the water and walked ashore.
My body felt a little cold, and I shivered a few times.
When the Vikings holding torches in the distance saw them, they immediately approached and cursed, "How many times have I told you, you are crazy. In such a dark weather, a wave hits you, and you don't know how you died!"
"what is my name?"
"Alger."
"That's right, I am Alger (White Wolf). The priest received the revelation from Odin in the temple and gave me the name. I am a born warrior and will not be injured so easily."
"I know, the priest also said that you will become an extremely great warrior in the future, and your reputation will spread throughout the oceans."
Friends are used to Alger bragging about his "destiny" and answering after he speaks.
"You should also experiment more with going to the sea at night and practice dark night combat and night vision. As long as you get used to it, you will be able to conduct night raids in the future. Those pagan soldiers will be as weak and easy to bully as lambs."
"Why are you so anxious? We went south last time to rob, and the supplies are still enough. Let's rest for a few more months. This time we will gather more people and do something big."
"I think you are obviously the slave girl who was reluctant to snatch her away."
These few Vikings holding torches were walking and chatting. They were all small leaders with status. Each of them could draw a team of twenty or thirty people.
Together, two to three hundred people can be dispatched. This is the peak number that a small robbery force can mobilize.
If there are more people, we can launch an attack on "a certain county"
They even directly negotiated with the local lords openly and asked them to pay "protection tax".
"Then we still want to grab the south? We have enough people now. We can follow other Danish leaders southward along the inland rivers. This time I want to go to Constantinople. I heard that the women there are as beautiful as the moon. There is no wine in the world sweeter than that produced!”
"No, this time we change places and grab the northwest." Alger suggested.
The Danish region points to the northwest, and geographically there is only one choice - the British Isles region.
"Going to the Seven Nations or Ireland?" one person asked
"Seven countries, and going to the Northumbria region. Last time I teamed up with other people, we encountered a shipwreck and lost many people. This time I will go there again as a guest to return the favor."
Wherever you lose, you should recover it twice as much. This is Alger's life purpose.
After this group of small leaders returned to the land camp, the bonfire lit up the land, and the Vikings who could move freely sang and danced, holding low-concentration wine barrels and pouring wine to their death.
The captured slaves were shackled with chains all over their bodies.
In Danish Vikings, slaves were as low as bugs.
Other Viking regions are cold and sparsely populated, so they pay more attention to human resources.
But in Denmark, the climate is relatively warm, there are many options for going overseas or going south to rob, and slaves are often captured, so they don't take it seriously.
The slaves in the camp, both male and female, were so numb that they had no idea of escaping and allowed themselves to be teased and insulted by the Vikings.
"Inge, Alger is here!" someone shouted.
After Alger appeared, a tall Viking warrior in the camp heard the sound, pushed the half-dressed woman away, and then kicked down the bonfire in front of him.
This behavior was full of shouting and attracted attention, and the scene suddenly became quiet.
"This person is the new leader, called 'Inge'." A companion whispered to Alger.
Inge means "god" in Viking language.
This man was tall, almost two meters tall. Even though it was already night, relying on the light of the bonfire and the moon, one could still see his strong arms. How powerful could a punch be?
Alger looked at it from a distance and estimated the opponent's strength in his mind.
"He brought a team of people to join us yesterday, and he also promised to challenge you." The companion said again.
Alger was not afraid and walked directly over, stopping fifty or sixty meters away from Inge.
"You look like you've just been weaned. Are you really the 'Sword Wolf Alger' they say is the one who can kill people so fast that he can slice through his neck without bleeding the enemy's blood on his sword?"
Alger is very young, he is only sixteen years old this year. When fighting against the displeased Vikings, the most common phrase he heard was "not weaned."
"You look like you can't even stand upright despite your physique. To me, you are just a piece of waste. I can kill you however I want." Alger showed no sign of weakness.
"Try it!"
Inge held a special Viking sword that was one-third larger than the swords used by ordinary Vikings, and rushed in front of Alger, ready to show him off.
But Alger refused to move. In the midst of his exclamation, he suddenly lowered his waist and held two piles of sand, and threw it forward, just in time to cover Inge's sight!
Then Alger lowered his body and got close to Yingge. Without even looking, he held the sword at his waist with his right hand and used enough strength to pull out the sword without wasting any of it. When the sword was completely pulled out, the strength was just exhausted.
Then he stabbed forward. The power of this stab was also controlled very skillfully, and it landed just in front of Inge's belly and stopped.
When the human body uses movements, it often consumes excess strength and reduces speed.
But through Alger's deliberate training, his control of physical strength far surpassed that of the Viking warriors of the same era.
"You are cheating, you shameless thing!"
Yingge pushed away the sand and cursed, but Alger quietly replied, "Since you drew your sword against me, you are an enemy of life and death. There is no need to worry about the enemy. Your life was already gone just now."
Then he said, "Inge? This is God's name, and you are worthy of it!"
With its well-developed limbs, it looks a lot like a bear in the forest, so it's quite appropriate to call it 'Big Bear'. "
Yingge felt unwilling to be suddenly defeated and given a nickname. He had never suffered such a loss before. He cursed, "If we fight again, any method will do!"
After hearing this, Alger's eyes changed and he changed his sword stance to the middle position, which aimed at the opponent's heart.
"If you lose again, your life will be mine!"
Sixteen-year-old Alger once again faced off against nineteen-year-old Inge.
Although the difference is three years and one head in height, Alger's momentum and experience are not inferior at all.
This look made Yingge suddenly afraid, remembering the legend of the sword wolf that others in the camp had told earlier.
"Inge, listen carefully, that boy Alger dared to kill the alcoholic stepfather who bullied his mother at the age of ten.
When his mother died of illness when he was eleven years old, he decisively sold his possessions and raised funds to buy equipment and board a boat with his neighbor (to go out to rob).
He was not as tall as the girls at that time.
The leader of the ship didn't take it with him. He actually said, 'You can take away any of the things you grabbed. If you die, you will be unlucky and don't blame anyone else.'
After that, he began to go abroad and survived many dangerous situations of life and death in the evil sea.
When he was fourteen years old, he was summoned by King Ragnar and was given the White Wolf Divine Enlightenment by the priest. He was henceforth known as the 'Sword Wolf'
Don't underestimate him as a young man, he is a strong man who crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
The middle section is the sword stance that he is good at. Once he adopts it, he will fight to the death with his opponent, so be careful. "
In the middle section, Sword Wolf, determined to die...
During the confrontation, these words that appeared repeatedly in his mind made Yingge step back. Even if he only took one step back, his momentum would be lost.
In the past, he relied on his tall figure to choose opponents that he could beat, so he never fell behind in terms of momentum.
But this time he wasn't sure, so he took back his sword and gave Alger a thumbs up.
In fact, Alger was not sure he could win, but he knew that even if the opponent was difficult to defeat, he had to let the opponent know that it would take his life to defeat him, and force the opponent to calculate the gains and losses before making concessions.
Sword Wolf once again wins from the Viking Challenge!
Alger took back his sword and walked back to his tent. With his back to Inge, he said, "Follow me from now on."
"snort."
This is the first encounter between Big Bear and Sword Wolf. In the near future, in the chaotic and brutal Viking war history, their names will flash like silver stars, crash into the earth, and stir up brilliant light and fire!
