The sea breeze roars like a giant, and the waves hit the rocks.
On the remote northern island, many people came to the shore of the natural harbor today.
Alger was on the boat. The wound on his finger had stopped bleeding, but he could no longer hold the sword.
"From now on, this is your home."
The sailors who had brought him with him kicked him off, and a trade in goods began.
The residents of the island then received the news, and they all knew that an exiled man had arrived today.
But that's okay. Many of them are criminals or descendants of escapees.
Being penniless, Alger found a hole to hide in, using his relatively clean fur cloak.
In exchange for a short wooden plow, some daily necessities, and a few days' food.
He can fish, hunt, and collect plants, but now he only has one arm and no one can help him.
He had to build a cabin and start living.
There is sea on all sides here. He can only leave by boat. No one will help him. He wants revenge and can only wait.
As for the new resident, who was also a warrior who had participated in the war, the local lord quickly got to know him and invited him to his longhouse to tell stories for fun. Afterwards, he got a few fruits to satisfy his hunger.
"Everyone here has a name."
said the lord before he left.
"My name is Alger."
"No, that was the glorious past. Now, you have to take another one."
"Shut your mouth, I am the white wolf Alger!"
The fierce eyes and rude tone attracted the attention of the women around the lord and made the lord very dissatisfied.
The lord gave the order.
The two guards beside him put Alger down and quickly took off his pants.
The whole room burst into laughter.
"You can't even keep your pants on and you still want to show off? I am King Ragnar here, do you understand?"
Alger was driven away like a dog.
And he was not allowed to use his feet or one hand to crawl on the ground.
The sailor who brought him here was instructed by Theodore to tell the local lord who accepted prisoners that he had betrayed his companions and killed innocent people indiscriminately.
Such people should not be respected.
So after feeling displeased, the lord humiliated him.
Climbing out of the lord's sight, he could finally leave. He returned to the cave, his whole body injured, but still meditating and feeling the greatness of the god Odin.
Later, he saw a seagull with a wounded head lying on the beach next to the cave.
He walked over, bit the blood vessel with his mouth, and treated the blood as water to replenish his strength.
As long as you live, you can become strong again.
He regarded seagulls as "white eagles".
Finally, he bit off the feathers with his mouth and swallowed the raw meat!
…
A farmer was walking on the border to Wessex.
Cough from time to time.
He hid from the sun and always appeared at night, like a ghost.
Because this can avoid people's strange eyes.
Today, he is no longer as calm and confident as before.
Sometimes the focus of the cough may even distort the face.
There were all kinds of filth on his clothes, and the north wind that blew from time to time made his hair cover his eyes, making his appearance even more miserable.
Later, he even moved with his back hunched over.
His arrogant eyes can no longer see any beauty. Maybe fate has abandoned him?
At night, thieves were out and he met two refugees.
Originally, the two of them wanted to scare him, but they didn't expect this man's face to be so scary.
However, there are many survivors who have survived the battlefield and look like this ghost.
The two of them were deserters who had lost their land. Seeing that the farmer was wearing leather boots used by soldiers and had a dagger in his waist that did not belong to his identity, he felt that this man was a convict who had stolen something and escaped from the team.
"roll."
The farmer now only thinks of a place where no one knows him.
Maybe one day, the scars will heal and he can regain his confidence.
When the two saw the farmer, they just passed by and attacked him from behind.
But all that awaits is death.
Ben Ben swung his dagger and cut the arteries of the two men.
The farmer coughed again.
When he entered Wessex, ten days had passed since the battle of Lincoln.
He had no documentation and could not pass through the border.
Even surrounded!
Because his face is so weird.
"Don't hurt him!"
A young monk happened to be at the border and was about to go to another monastery, so he rushed out.
"This believer has been so seriously injured and is still alive and strong. This is the blessing of the Lord. You should not use swords on him."
The monk spoke to protect him, and since no one had any evidence of the farmer's crime, they finally sank the valuable dagger he was carrying and let him go.
"Where are you going?" the monk asked.
"have no idea."
"Do you have a family?"
"None of them are here."
"If you have nowhere to go, come with me."
"Where are you going?"
"The Crown Prince is organizing shelters and hospitals in various places to help the public. If you have the strength and do some odd jobs, you can survive."
"To join the nobles?"
"He is no ordinary nobleman."
"Nobles are all the same. They can sacrifice others at any time and value profits. If you can help him kill people, he can also let you sleep with his wife."
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These words made the priest feel that the farmers might not be ordinary civilians.
The two of them walked together without companions, sharing the food.
Along the way, the farmers helped the monks solve many problems, and the monks also helped the farmers obtain customs clearance permits.
Finally made it to London County.
Now this is Alfred's base camp, and many people from southern England and even northern Frankia come here to contact him.
Bet on him to be the future king.
"Finally, Aku," Axel shouted.
"This is just a city."
"This is much more prosperous than Wales. I want to take my writings to see the crown prince."
Along the way, the monk Axel kept asking for the farmer's name. He was annoyed by the question and found out from the other person's eyes that he didn't have any disgust at all. After looking down on the meaning on his face, he took out one word of the name and told it to him.
"You find a place to wait for me. I will take the recommendation letter to meet the noble, and then I will meet the prince. As long as it succeeds, we will have something to do."
"Including me?"
"Of course, your fighting skills are really outstanding. Without you on the road, I would have been robbed."
The two came to the vicinity of a noble mansion, and then Axel went in. After waiting for a long time, Aku saw him walking out of the carriage.
I only heard him shouting from the carriage, "I'll be back soon..."
For two whole days, Aku didn't leave.
My father said that a knight should keep his word to his friends.
He waited until he was too hungry to walk, and when he was lying under a tree on the roadside panting, he heard someone exclaim.
"Damn it, I thought you couldn't wait to leave, so I went to the hotel where I was staying to find you first!"
"Success?"
"Of course, don't say it here, I will take you to the new place arranged for me by the crown prince."
Dragging and dragging him, Aku followed him away from the tree.
I took a comfortable bath and ate hot vegetable soup.
The satisfaction of eating makes people feel warm. Aku ate carefully, not daring to waste any bit. This was one of the few beautiful moments he could have.
"How did you recommend yourself?"
"this."
Axel took out a small piece of parchment that was connected to each other, with dozens of lines written on it, and the title "Alfred's Biography".
"No one can resist the temptation to write a book and become famous. Although I have experience in theology, I can't compare with those noble monks. I can only do this for now, but one day I will finish it."
As he spoke, Asel picked out a page and wrote the word "Aku" on it.
Being both literate, Aku asked, "What are you doing?"
"You saved me by repelling bandits on the road. I know your skills, so I asked the crown prince for a place as a retinue."
"Now I only want to kill people with my sword, not protect anyone."
"Then you will become a demon."
"Perhaps becoming a demon will give me a chance to take revenge. My enemy is too powerful."
It was rare to hear Aku talk about his enemies. He only knew that it was this enemy who knocked him off the cliff and turned him into this.
"Then who is your enemy?"
"Demons flying in the sky."
"where?"
"north."
Fly? North.
Oran Vijay?
Although this lord has a bad reputation...
Is it the black raven that the Vikings often carried before they attacked?
The Vikings came across the sea from the north, carrying black crows on their ships, so many people called them devils descending from the sky.
After thinking about this, Axel said, "If you become the Crown Prince's retinue, you will have the opportunity to climb higher in the future. On the land of Britain, there are Vikings, and you will also have the opportunity to take revenge."
revenge?
Aku was quiet for a long time, and finally his eyes focused again.
"If he is the true king, I am willing to hold my sword again!"
...
In July, Oran was assassinated on his way back to Northumbria.
It was secretly issued by the nobles who supported the left-faced queen.
Olan's righteous cause and the threat of force have driven her into a desperate situation.
His horse was stabbed, but the five swordsmen who stabbed him were killed on the spot.
This group of unruly people brought Oran's dissatisfaction with the Queen to its peak.
Oran asked Ulf to cooperate with Sals and write a letter to appeal to the Queen.
In the name of King Ella, King Bergred, and Oran.
...
East Anglia Patriots:
The queen is not gentle and kind. Her mother was a prostitute. She also followed the previous king's unfaithful relationship.
He also had an abnormal relationship with the late king's brother and sought to be the king's favorite.
All women elected to the royal court were jealous of her,
She turned into a demon to kill the late king and bewitched the nobles.
Finally wearing a gorgeous dress and ascending the throne,
I, Oran Vijay, am favored by the two kings and command the holy warriors.
Take responsibility for England,
I hold high the banner of justice and vow to defeat this evil witch.
The Crusader army stretched from Mercia in the south to Edinburgh in the north.
The roar of charging knights can make mountains collapse,
The light of the sword can pass through the clouds!
Cracks appear on the tombs of two generations of ancestors, and those are their tears
Come with me to save the people of East Anglia,
Then the various titles and rewards will last as long as the Humber and Thames rivers.
If you are obsessed with vested interests, hesitate at critical moments, and cannot see the signs clearly, you will be destroyed.
At that time, let you see, who has the final say in England?
