In the early morning, it was foggy.
A strange aura enveloped Frank's northern harbor.
The black raven came to the shore first and then flew back.
There were many old men, women, and even teenagers on the ship.
They all wore copper, silver or wooden armbands and axes.
When the soldiers on the shore discovered it, their legs were shaking, "They're here again!"
Ships moved from far to near, and war songs were heard everywhere.
The terrifying and ferocious dragon-headed ship is like a demon descending into the world.
His boots stepped on the sandy ground, his one-handed ax and buckler held high, his eyes full of solemnity and desire for profit.
They are not humans, but sea wolves born to fight.
The merchants who had no time to escape from the port were facing the end.
The worthless goods were trampled over like dirt by the Vikings.
Those whose appearance did not conform to the Viking aesthetics were casually struck with an axe.
More and more people fell, and the flames spread rapidly.
"Valhalla!"
"We are under the protection of Grand Duke Rollo, and you broke your promise."
"We only know 'Walker-Chief Rollo'."
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, and even the Frankish horse knights could not catch up.
He finally retired peacefully and thus received this great title.
kill!
Ha ha!
"These people are as weak as cats and dogs."
A little leader proudly stepped on a knight and took off his armor.
"This is nothing. Twenty years ago, thousands of Viking pirates started from the Seine River and swept across the entire North Frankland. No ship dared to pass through. That was spectacular."
A lame old Viking man raised a torch and while speaking, asked a businessman to put down the belongings he was protecting.
But when the businessman opened it, the old man frowned, "Paper?"
"This is from Italy. Let me go. I'll give it all to you."
"I hate the things pagans use to write on."
The old man stepped forward, trampled the bundle of yellow and white paper, and hacked the businessman to death with an axe.
In this robbery, there is no need to hand over anything that can be held in hand. The old man would rather choose new trophies.
The fleet of more than a hundred people almost emptied the port, leaving only flames and corpses when they left.
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Northern France, Normandy, Grand Ducal Palace.
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 banks of the Seine 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 get a share of the treasures offered to the old man by others.
Her house was filled with gems and furs from Ireland to Cathay.
“Idiot, bring me my cowhide boots and the sword my father left me.
The woman was yelled at and hurriedly obeyed.
There are statues of gods Thor and Odin in the house to protect their territory from disease, famine and war.
There is also God and the Holy Cross, blessing myself and all my relatives.
After a while, the old man finished changing his clothes. He looked at the low-resolution glass mirror, touched his trimmed goatee, and led the people to the port with satisfaction.
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He was riding a horse with a golden ax stuck in his waist and an ancient "white Viking sword" on his back.
"Father."
"leader."
"Your Highness."
After arriving at the port, different people called the old man different names.
There are illegitimate children and grandchildren, old subordinates who followed him when he was young and are now waiting for death, and some...he can't remember clearly, anyway, they are all people he protects.
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 stiff, otherwise his seemingly docile subordinates and son will immediately jump up and challenge his authority.
No, the new Viking leaders who had not gone to sea for several years and passed through the northern sea no longer bought their own account.
After the briefing at the port, Rollo cursed "Damn it."
Then he prepared to sail north to meet his brother who had just returned to Sweden from England.
More than twenty days later, his fleet reached its target.
Blue sky, white clouds, green trees and red flowers.
It is now the turn of spring and summer in April. In a little while, summer will turn to autumn, and 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.
"Your Highness, this place is so beautiful."
"It was me and a group of old brothers who helped him control this place at the cost of thousands of casualties."
From February to early March, some of the Vikings in England returned to Denmark and began to rob Franks to make up for their recent losses.
Luo Luo came here just to ask what his brother wanted.
A few hours later, it was getting dark.
Rollo occurs on inland rivers that follow mountain ranges.
Towards morning, set foot on land again.
The two brothers, the most prestigious among the Vikings, met in a small longhouse.
"Rolo, look at your bucket-like belly. You are used to living comfortably in a big house that can accommodate a hundred people. Can you still afford a sword?"
"How much better are you than me? There are illegitimate children of yours in all the ports of the North Sea."
The two men glared angrily, and their men prepared for war, ready to take action at any time.
But then the two laughed and entered the house together.
Ragnar was having breakfast.
Rollo sat down without any courtesy and asked for a portion.
There was only one silver cup on the table. Rollo did not hesitate to share the cup with Ragnar and drank the wine in one gulp.
"When I was a kid, this kind of meat pie could only be eaten during festivals." Ragna asked for another piece, and the meat fat made Hu Zhagen's fingers sticky.
Putting down his sword, he looked like an ordinary gluttonous old man.
"You might as well talk about something earlier, when you were still in the mother's womb." After Luo Luo finished eating, his hand handed the cloth up.
Ragnar snorted, wiped his mouth with his hand, and then put his hand across the table.
This will make it clean.
"Rollo, you have become a hedonist, have you forgotten the vows we made?
Fight England, rob Franks, go to the Mediterranean, and even go to the Holy Land of Catholics - Jerusalem!"
Ragnar looked at the boy delivering the cloth to Rollo again, "Are you a Viking warrior or a pagan?"
The young illegitimate son didn't know how to answer.
Ragnar asked again, "Boy, have you been to Constantine?"
The young man shook his head.
"That is the 'Never Falling City'. The luxury of the nobles is beyond imagination." Ragnar was very proud.
Rollo knew that Ragnar wanted to mention one person, that Hestein who had made a great show during the robbery of King's Castle.
"Tell me the important point." Rollo interrupted Ragnar, but Ragnar continued to tell the story.
"The years outside King's Castle were so exciting. Just thinking about it makes my blood boil uncontrollably!
No matter how many women I sleep with, I can’t compare to this memory!
I thought this was the biggest fucking city in the world.
But then I bought a "Crescent Monk" who had fled to "Jongbao" from "Baghdad" in the slave market.
He told me that further east of Jerusalem, there is a great city called Baghdad that is not inferior to King Citadel.
It was a paradise on earth, with a magnificent cathedral, an artificial fountain garden, and all kinds of exotic animals, flowers, and plants.
Their king is called 'Sultan', and the gems he wears are bigger than eggs!
I also grabbed a shipload of strange black fruits. After soaking in water, the aroma was rich. They also came from Baghdad. It is mysterious, powerful and prosperous. I really want to go there and drink that kind of black water again. '.
Also, their monks are also extremely brave. I forced the monk to convert to 'Odin and Thor'. Do you know what he said?"
This frail old man had a magical power in his words. Everyone present, except for Rollo, one of the people involved, all pricked up their ears.
"The monk spat and said, 'There is no god but God!'"
At this moment, the younger ones present.
My mind is full of black water, Baghdad, mysterious beauties, countless jewels...
At this point, Ragnar changed the subject, "Rollo, we grew up wearing the same pair of trousers and slept with the same woman. Hestein was also your child. He died in England, our hunting ground. For He takes revenge.
Then take that great waterway again, to the Mediterranean Sea, and to places farther away!”
In King's Castle, Ragnar learned about the legend of "Alexander", the Greek emperor.
He wants to become the great emperor on the ocean and leave a greater legend.
