The southernmost part of Sweden, the Skåne region.
In the early morning, it was foggy.
An old man got up before dawn, turned his neck and body, then discarded the soft silk cloth and put on coarse linen clothes.
Grease is also applied to the hair and face, which will make the aging body appear more energetic.
When the maid approached, he pushed her away and said, "Go away, you all think I'm old. I'll show you how wrong you are."
"What's wrong with you!"
A fair-faced woman approached upon hearing the sound. She was one of the old man's lovers, whom he snatched back from the Seine River one year.
There is a big age gap between her and the old man, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are grandparents.
On weekdays, she was much loved, and she would have a share of the treasures that the Viking chiefs from all over the world came to pay tribute to the old man.
Her house was filled with gems and furs from Ireland to Cathay.
"Idiot, quickly bring me my cowhide boots and the sword my father left me. I'll go and wait in person today. There's been no news about the war in the west for so long. I don't know what's going on?"
The woman was yelled at and hurriedly obeyed.
After a while, the old man finished changing his clothes. He looked at the low-resolution glazed mirror, touched his trimmed goatee, and walked out of the manor house with satisfaction.
On every big house in the manor, there are statues of gods Thor and Odin to protect them from disease, famine and war.
At this time, the old man had a golden ax stuck in his waist and an ancient "white Viking sword" on his back.
This area is filled with the old man's manor, and there are a row of houses along the way. When they see him, people come out one after another to say hello to him.
"Father."
"leader."
"His Majesty."
Different people call out different names.
There were his illegitimate sons and grandsons, old subordinates who had followed him when they were young and were now seriously injured and waiting to die, and some...he couldn't remember exactly, anyway, they were all people he protected.
Starting five years ago, he became more and more obsessive about the things around him.
But he cannot be noticed that he is old and hard-headed, otherwise his seemingly docile subordinates and sons will immediately jump up and challenge his authority.
No, he hadn't gone to sea in the past few years, and his sons and the distant leaders no longer paid much attention to what he said.
"damn it!"
He cursed as he walked, not appreciating the beautiful scenery along the way.
Blue sky, white clouds, green trees and red flowers.
It is summer now, and in a little while, when summer turns to autumn, the fruit trees in Skåne will be dyed in colorful colors.
Fruits that are famous in Sweden are all found here.
It is vast and vast and rich in food.
At the cost of 3,000 casualties, he established his rule here.
But after living there for a long time and getting used to the comfort, he was shaking even with his sword, getting into women's bellies every day, giving birth to a large family, and his ambitions were diminishing day by day.
"I really regret it!" the old man said to a guard next to him.
"His Majesty?"
"If I had not fought here, I would not have degenerated into a hedonist. If I had fought England, Frank, the Mediterranean, and the Holy Land of Catholics - Jerusalem, my reputation would have been many times greater than it is now!"
Ragnar came to the foot of a high tower and walked up.
Standing high and looking far away, waiting for the ship to enter the port, on the other hand, I was bored and said to the bushi next to me, "Boy, have you been to Constantine?"
"No, but my father went there with the leader of 'Hestein'. He said that it was a 'city that never falls'. The luxury of the nobles was beyond imagination." The young warrior was very proud.
Those who can protect the elderly must have a high family status and are at least a minor noble.
"Hestein is good. Among the Viking chiefs, I like him the most. He is much more filial to me than my sons... I went to Constantine once. At that time, I was in the coastal slave market and bought some To a 'Monk of the Crescent Moon' who fled from Baghdad to Castle.
He told me that further east of Jerusalem, there is a great city called Baghdad that is not inferior to the Fortress.
It was a paradise on earth, with a magnificent cathedral, an artificial fountain garden, and all kinds of exotic animals, flowers, and plants.
The ring in the hand of 'Sultan', their king, is said to be bigger than an egg!
I also grabbed a boatload of goods. There was a strange black fruit in it. After soaking in water, it had a strong aroma. It also came from Baghdad. It was full of mystery, power and prosperity. I really wanted to go there and drink that black fruit again. water'.
Also, their monks are also extremely brave. I forced the monk to convert to 'Odin and Thor'. Do you know what he said?
He spat at me and said, 'There is no god but Allah!'"
"Baghdad? Black Water?" The young warrior yearned for the East.
A few years ago, he was very excited to join the Berserkers.
In the hearts of countless Viking teenagers, King Ragnar, who has the blood of the Sea King, is protected by the gods and will go to the Hall of Valor after death.
Here, you can eat well, drink well, and have a high status.
Leaders from various places took the initiative to pay tribute, and he almost forgot what it was like to kill.
King Ragnar was in high spirits today and chatted a lot with the young warrior.
But after waiting for a day, there were only two or three ships in the port, all of which were cargo ships or leaders who came to pay tribute.
Come with good fortune and return with bad luck.
"Your Majesty, please come back tomorrow. The sea breeze is getting cold."
"What's this? When I was twelve years old, I boarded the boat with the adults. The waves were three meters long, no, at least five meters, ten meters long!"
Haqiu!
Ragnar snorted several times and reluctantly returned to the main house of the manor.
His estate was so extensive that it was larger than the count's castle.
There are forests, fields, artificial lakes and pastures in the surrounding area.
If you want to hunt, you can pick up a bow at any time and go in for fun.
Whatever you want to eat, various fruits, wheat and rice from the countryside, as well as artificially bred beehives, will be served to your table as quickly as possible. "
It seems that in the little time he has left, all he has to do is have fun until he dies.
On the spacious table, there are sweet pigeons, swans, roast rabbits, wheat porridge, apples, beef...
Servants and warriors stood there, bastards and lovers, without his orders, had no right to eat at the same table with him.
He has countless children, but he feels extremely lonely at the moment.
"Call him to sit down." Ragnar asked the butler to call the warrior who accompanied him in the morning to share the table with him.
After the warrior arrived, he bowed respectfully to Ragnar and then sat down.
"You go down too." Ragnar called out to the butler, leaving only two people.
The warrior immediately stood up to help Ragnar pour the wine.
"Sit down and eat yours."
Ragnar tore open a roasted rabbit with his hands and gnawed it, leaving grease-sticky beard everywhere.
"My father passed away when I was very young. At that time, the person sitting next to me for dinner was my brother 'Rolo'."
"Walker - Your Majesty Rollo!" The warrior put down the food and quickly swallowed it, shouting "Your Majesty" to show his respect for the Ragnar clan.
The title "Walker" refers to the fact that Rollo once led people from the coastal areas of North Frankia all the way south, covering half of Frankia. Even the Frankish horse knights could not catch up, and finally allowed him to retreat safely, thus earning this great title.
"This bastard, when my mother left, everything in the house was sold to hold the funeral. I gave him my only pair of pants, and I was naked when I went out!"
Later, I gave him whatever good food and drink I had. I went west to England so many times. Whenever he traveled with me, no matter how much he contributed, I gave him half of the spoils.
But he listened to the rumors from other Viking leaders, saying that I didn't give him a chance to stand out, so he secretly turned his back on me and took some of his people to sea. When I knew that he was caught by Frank warriors on the banks of the Seine, I immediately summoned him Use human hands to redeem him.
"The First Clan"
Without me, will the Frankish king be afraid of him? Give him a Duke of Normandy? Will the princess fall in love with his horse face?
Without me, other Viking leaders would not dare to attack Normandy?
He abandoned the god Odin and went to believe in Jehovah. Do you know how long I felt uncomfortable at that time?
I wept for him, prayed for him at the Uppsaland Golden Temple, and held grand human sacrifices, hoping to atone for his sins..."
Ragnar took a swig of wine and fell silent.
The warrior didn't dare to ask more questions. Ragna drank, so he drank, and he also followed the same example when he tore the food into pieces and put them in his mouth.
"The second person sitting next to me to eat was my first wife, Lagertha. She gave birth to my eldest son, Halfdan, and my third son, Sigurd. She was also my first wife who died young. Mother of two daughters and one son.”
Speaking of his first wife, Ragnar's eyes became confused.
"Chief Lagertha!"
The most outstanding shield maiden in the Viking region for hundreds of years, warriors have heard of her, but have never seen her true face.
He raised his glass, clinked it with King Ragnar, and said, "I hope my future wife will also be an outstanding and powerful shield maiden."
"Fool, find someone so fierce. Otherwise, sometimes when you don't want it, she will knock you unconscious with a wooden stick, and then tie you to the wooden pillar next to the door with a rope. You will sit on the ground in a daze. She walked in and lifted her skirt..."
Under the influence of alcohol, the samurai became bolder and laughed wildly at Ragnar.
"She is a good woman, really good, but she is too opinionated. I am Ragnar, and all the women in Beihai look up to me. It doesn't matter if I find a few lovers, she just takes my children and runs away. Years ago, she also hung out with other leaders. Like Luo Luo, she is sorry for me!"
"Your Majesty, Chief Lagertha is so good, why are you looking for another woman?"
Ragna threw the half-drunk glass of wine over, and the warrior's face got wet.
"In which Viking chieftain's house have you seen a wine cup with only one wine glass?
Who doesn’t have three, four, five, dozens of wine glasses to fill with?”
"Then...what about the third one?"
"I think about it, I kind of forgot... There was a king of Northumbria in England, yes, the father of the current King Ella. He drank with me, and I sacrificed the lives of two hundred warrior prisoners in exchange for A treasure that can drive a person crazy and take away everything he has.
Hahaha.
Also, the king and chief of Ireland... who else... Well, they are all dead, dead. In a few years, no one will know my terror and my former glory. "
The samurai was awakened by the words "all dead" and immediately sat down.
He actually regarded King Ragnar as an ordinary old man bragging about his past!
Damn it, you deserve to die!
Ragnar paid no attention to the warrior's movements. He looked at the water in the wine glass and shook it gently with his hand, hoping to keep the wine from spilling.
He regarded the drink as a vicious North Sea wave.
His body, which had been warmed by the wine, suddenly became bone-chillingly cold.
"I come from the sea, I am the prophesied king!"
He roared, and the red-faced warrior quickly knelt down.
"The last time I came back from Uppsaland, the prophet priest told me that the 'fire' will devour everything, and I live on the ocean. As long as I don't go ashore to kill the enemy, I am invincible."
The warrior didn't know what to say, so he said "Yeah".
"But I want to see which flame it is? The Seven Kingdoms of England are all trash. Their ancestors are, they are, and so are their descendants.
I will never grow old, and my 'White Flame Sword' will create countless legends!
But an accidental fire caused by human error burned out hundreds of my warships parked on the shore, and voices questioning me began to spread!
Among the five legitimate children who were loved and raised by me and rewarded with countless land and treasures, only the youngest, Bjorn, was willing to help me and even took action in advance to expedition to England.
The last letter he sent back told me that the Kingdom of Kent had been conquered by him and was facing the three-nation coalition of England.
But not terrible.
East Anglia was led by a woman,
Mercia and Wessex are young nobles with no hair and no land.
Maybe this autumn, when I arrive in England, I will be the English King Ragnar!
The eldest Halfdan and the third Sigurd just want to rule Denmark forever.
The second eldest son, Yin Val, and the fourth eldest child, Uba, are nostalgic for the scenery and women of Ireland.
These four boys divided up 70% of my land and were happy to kill each other and plot against each other.
Bjorn, whom I dislike the most, is protecting my reputation.
I’m not even sure if he is the child of my third wife?”
"Ah!" The warrior felt something wrong after hearing the shocking secret.
"I drank too much, don't tell others." Ragnar burped.
The samurai quickly said yes.
"Go get my sword."
Ragnar gestured to the sword on the stand, and the warrior stood up to get it.
He saw two fire patterns on the white scabbard, and then respectfully presented it to Ragnar.
"A man, a sword, and nothing apart."
Ragna recited this Viking proverb and slowly pulled his hand away, "Odin's flames are added to this sword to kill pagans and stimulate divine power, but..."
"but?"
brush!
Ragna slashed with his hand, and the warrior fell down without even having time to make a sound of pain.
"But using the blood of Viking warriors can awaken its glory!"
Only the dead can keep secrets.
Ragnar looked at the motionless warriors and made a decision. Before this winter, he would set foot in England, and then summon the British lords in Wessex.
If his subordinates disobey, they will be imprisoned and expelled.
If my son disobeys, he will be beaten severely.
The enemy is disobedient and his bones are shattered into ashes.
I, Ragnar, am back!
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"What!"
"Your Excellency, on July 15th, the battle ended and the Three Kingdoms Allied Forces won.
Mercia and Wessex each sent a thousand men, a total of 2,000 men, against the 1,800 men of Stein and Bjorn.
A fierce battle broke out between the two sides on a plain. At the beginning, the Vikings won. The infantry led by Hestein on the left wing broke through Alfred's center wing. However, the Queen's 700 troops on the left arrived in time and surrounded him from behind. folder.
The queen brings a large number of riders, and the battlefield terrain is open, which is conducive to charge.
They fought desperately and finally defeated the Viking shield formation. Both Hestein and Bjorn were wounded. Bjorn's two sons were also captured. The coalition forces captured the Viking leader by name. There are as many as twelve people.
In Haizhen, Olan listened to the battle that had been settled ten days ago.
"Queen of the left cheek? Cavalry charging into battle?" Oran was a little surprised.
In the past, when I heard news about the left-cheeked queen, it was all ridiculing jokes.
"Is this woman so cruel?"
