Olan's height has increased recently, reaching 1.84 meters.
The effects of the armor and stomach on his body meant that he could only mount his war horse instantly with the help of his servants.
The annoying voice of Christ keeps popping up in my ears like mosquitoes.
Now, killing people is no longer easy to do.
The more you kill, the more this sound becomes.
He led people to a ruined church.
In less than a year, the church has shown signs of erosion by wind and sand.
"This was once the most famous church in Mid-Wessex, your lord."
An illegitimate son of an aristocrat who had gone to this temple to study as a handyman and did not inherit the family fortune introduced him carefully.
He is still alive, not because of the kindness of the Vikings, but because of the improvised poems he composed, which made the Vikings laugh and spared his life.
He once hated the monks who forced him to study, and was passionate about swords, but in the end he was saved by writing and poetry. Those who were familiar with each other and devoted themselves to fighting all died, and some of them could not even find their bones.
But being immortal to the enemy does not mean that you are safe in the hands of your own people.
The Eagle Lord in front of him is the "son of the devil" who is haunted by the seven evils.
I had a "big defeat" a few days ago, and once I said something inappropriate...
"On the middle wall, there is a person wearing a monk's robe whose head was shaved off by the Vikings. Who is it?"
"Bishop Martin, who translated local church history and served in the court of the great King Offa..."
The mural originally had a lot of content, including defeating enemies on the battlefield and angels lowering halos, but now they were all damaged.
Oran approached one of the walls about war and reached out to touch it.
His mind was drawn into that era...
The battle four days ago.
The soil is flying, and in front of you are the various Viking war flags. This is not a simple battle for territory, but a battle of will and belief.
At that time Nanding surrounded him, and behind Oran there were the determined Crusaders of God.
"I want to defend England and prevent the enemy's ambitions from succeeding!" he shouted arrogantly.
Guthrum and his men also boosted morale.
The wolf's roar was louder than the roar.
The charge began after the "code word" was issued.
The sea wolves rush towards the white eagle, their claws ripping everything apart.
Due to his opponent's proficient fighting skills and brutal momentum, Olan withstood the first round and then fled in defeat.
Although it is fake, there will still be uninformed soldiers whose blood surges.
Shouting Hail God or Glory of the Eagle, with a passion, he crashed into the enemy's tightest shield array.
Then died.
Seeing this scene, I feel very sad.
But ambition drove Oran to suppress these feelings.
The fierce spears and accurate bows in the past were not of much use this time.
Oran even retreated many miles and handed over several surrounding towns.
This caused a breach in the tight formation between him and the crown prince.
Once Guthrum catches up with him, he will keep his distance.
Trick Bjorn into entering, and when he invades the crown prince who is in Remi and chases the crown prince all the way to the swamps and wetlands, the situation will be reversed again.
Counting the days, Oran estimated that Bjorn was already attacking the crown prince from the other direction.
…
When Oran was quiet, no one dared to disturb him.
Pulling away from his thoughts, he scraped his fingers along the wall.
Eventually my fingertips were covered in plaster.
I flicked it away with a snap of my fingers and felt deeply.
"Sixty or seventy years ago, this bishop's name must have been known to countless people, but now you are the only one left.
As powerful as King Arcane, he also began to fade away from the memories of nobles and monks.
If you can't do what Charlemagne did, then in many years,
Princes are no more than slaves, but many cemeteries remain. "
The man didn't dare to answer the conversation and bent his head even lower, like a hunchback.
"How did the Vikings let you go?" Oran asked.
“The act of celebrating them is a legend.”
"Sing."
"Fearless navigator, even if the turbulent waves turn into evil dragons and bite your great dreams, you still move forward bravely...Swing the long oar, break through the waves, march towards the new land, never back down, Valhalla calls You... a legend from the north," he finished nervously.
"Viking legend?" Olan's eyes turned cold, and then he put his hands into his waist.
This man swore that it was definitely the most painful few seconds in his life. It was much scarier than going to a brothel and being stripped naked and thrown out without paying.
"They asked me to sing to everyone and praise them, so let me go." With a plop, the man knelt down.
His act of begging for mercy was seen by people hiding in the dark wall of the church. Later, word spread, and he was despised.
However, the Vikings and God were at war with each other, and it would be better to die in this familiar place than to escape and die in another place, so he stayed.
When Oran arrived in the morning, someone reported that he was a shameful coward and was brought here.
His details have been found out clearly, so when facing Oran's questions, he can only be sincere and dare not hide anything.
"What are you afraid of? If a person does not value his own life, it will not be easy for him to value the lives of others. Living hard without harming others is a virtue."
Having said that, Olan did not let the man stand up, but continued to kneel.
"I like your Viking legends. I will give you this temple. From now on, you will also be called Martin. How about being the dean?"
"But I'm not qualified!"
"Have you ever heard of the New Testament? I am the Son of God. If you say you are, you will be.
You are an illegitimate child. The best way out in this life is to find a not-so-good-looking woman, work a not-so-respectable job, and live a not-so-good life. Even your dreams are afraid of becoming too big.
I'll give you paper and write out 'Viking Legend'. "
"Sir, I don't understand these northern histories. I only know the names of a few Viking kings."
"Do you need to know history to write a book? Can't you use your imagination and make up nonsense?"
"What am I going to do?"
"In the first part, you wrote the story of 'Viking Legend of Valhalla', and weaved together their gods. The father god Odin slept with his children, ruled cruelly, destroyed one hundred and eight stars, and finally these stars were reincarnated into warriors.
In the second part, you write Ragnar, the King of the Sea,
It is said that he died in Northumbria and was thrown into a snake pit by the foolish King Ella, triggering the Viking invasion. His son Ubba was burned to death, Bjorn was hacked to death with a sword, and Rollo was assassinated by a prostitute... …
These leaders are the warriors reincarnated by the stars. They destroyed the world and were destroyed by the true king.
Remember, it must be fun, write more protagonists, justice will always defeat evil. "
“Whose perspective is to be used?”
"The Seven Kingdoms of England originally believed in the seven ancient gods of Angsa.
In the Baiying family in the north, a boy named Olan,
Born in true faith, he is identical with the Lord Christ,
Being burned by the flames and not dying,
Sealed by ice and snow but not stiff,
He is the true king!
In the end, God defeated Odin, and the Nordic gods ushered in dusk.
The Son of God is immortal. "
The man understood and nodded vigorously, but his body was also a little excited.
Be the dean?
This is a good way to bully men and dominate women and live a prosperous life.
Writing a shit book, being a bishop or dean is the real thing.
"I will send someone to supervise you and make sure you finish writing this book, otherwise..."
After Olan left, the man named Martin thought for a long time.
Olan's two sentences just now kept coming to mind, "Adaptation is just making up, and joking is nonsense."
Later, with the support of Oran, he found various contemporary heroes such as The Song of Roland, Beowulf, Saga Poems, and the Legend of King Arthur.
Seal of ice and snow, burning flames, white eagle, white ghosts, the Great Wall, Seven Kingdoms, Seven Gods, the North, sea wolves, winter is coming, Ragnarok...
Martin finalized the title of the book: "The Legend of the Eagle Lord of Ice and Fire!"
In order to continue being dean, he wrote for many, many years...
