Cool summer night, long dark front.
It was not easy for the Vikings to get through these points to the Lionheart King.
Northwest of Cambridgeshire, a Mercian stronghold,
At this moment, the night patrol rider looked at the night stars in the sky.
The faster you feel, the better it will be before you can change your shift.
Behind him were high walls and arrow towers, and the flashing torches and fortifications on them made him feel at ease.
"I can't wait to get into that bitch's bed," the rider told his companion.
"I really don't know why you are so obsessed with pagans? They are all sinful."
"You don't understand... the scene of them shouting to God to repent is too disturbing."
"That's all you can spit out from your bitch mouth."
"His Majesty said that as long as Ragnar is defeated, we can enter Wessex. Then there will be more southern women, and I will choose one to be my wife."
While the two were laughing and cursing, danger came quietly.
The hunter hiding in the night becomes the prey.
Then voices sounded from all directions. More than thirty fleeing citizens, holding torches, shouted loudly after seeing the tower, "God above, help us, Cambridgeshire has fallen..."
The archers on the tower also fired several rounds of arrows.
Under the weak moonlight and torch lighting, the defenders saw Anhar leading his soldiers as they fled to the city in a dusty condition.
As the governor of the kingdom, the defenders recognized him and the commander of the place came out to greet him.
"Sir, why are you here?"
"Vikings, countless Vikings entered from the direction of East Anglia. Many towns fell. I was also betrayed by the traitors. I rushed over to inform you as soon as possible. In the east, approaching... direction, there are still There are many pursuers.”
With Anhal's conclusive words, it is believed that there is a group of no less than three thousand Viking berserkers, wearing animal skins, coming from the east.
Anhar advised him to leave, but the commander did not dare to do so.
He sent a pair of scouts to investigate the situation and returned to his room to prepare a letter to the king.
Less than two hours later, the tall berserker held a sharp ax and sword.
There were also slings captured from England.
A total night attack under the low command of a strong leader.
A warrior monk whose face was nearly disfigured chanted a spell.
Encourage warriors not to be afraid and destroy this place with courage!
The arrival of Anlar and others distracted the defenders, and the highly mobile riders were tricked into leaving.
During this period, Snake Eyes' soldiers had arrived at the surrounding area.
Originally, the easiest outcome for the Vikings was for the commander to abandon the city, but he didn't.
Before Anhal entered, he made an agreement with the Vikings. If there was no movement in the castle until dawn, he would attack by force and cooperate inside and outside.
Lest their methods be seen through after dawn.
After hearing the enemy attack.
"Don't panic, we will follow the tactics ordered by His Majesty..."
When the commander drew his sword and commanded, the refugees brought by Anhar all took out the iron weapons hidden in the packages and re-armed themselves.
They started setting fires and killing people.
The guards at one of the small gates saw Anhar arriving and just as they saluted, they were chopped down with a sword.
It wasn't enough for his body to turn into a cold corpse. Anhar asked each of them to add a sword and pass it through the neck.
Since we are all considered traitors, we must be the most ruthless!
The dark clouds move slowly, but they take away faith in God.
The harmless refugees turned into enemies and opened doors everywhere.
Then more and more berserkers rushed in.
In the dark night, they roared excitedly, and there were moving objects in their eyes, but they were not their own, and they regarded them as enemies.
The Vikings' filial piety and brutality made the defenders extremely frightened.
Starting from the gate and continuing to the hall where the commander just received Anhal, everything becomes a stage.
"We won and we will keep winning."
Snake Eyes used his sword to cut open the Mercian Lion Banner on the tower.
The "Commander" and the "Supreme Monk" of the stronghold were dragged to Snake Eyes by the soldiers.
"Are you willing to invest in Odin, are you willing to..."
The Viking priest was wearing a black robe and holding a magic weapon that the monk didn't know how to describe, like a demon in the night.
"Anhar, you traitor, your name will become a name despised by everyone in the kingdom, and you will no longer be a respected noble."
"Are you worthy of judging me? In the era of my father and brother, your family was just clowns to please the king. To put it bluntly, they were just like those whores."
When the commander saw the axes of the berserker warriors, he still shouted, "You can take away my position, but you can't knock down my faith. Hail God!"
When the monk next to him heard these words, he straightened his spine and said, "My faith comes from the truth. The light of God shines on the world. You can only 'sneak attack' and never 'conquer'!"
The Viking priest sneered, "Let's verify it."
Then he hanged the nobleman.
Let everyone watch with their eyes wide open.
This way of death is very painful, with excrement flowing out from under the commander's trousers...
"It's you, the man protected by the light of 'God'."
Snake eyes pointed at the monk, but the monk lowered his head after stepping onto the execution platform.
He proved with his actions that as long as they were cruel enough, the Vikings could conquer this place.
“The Lord will weep when he sees you like this!”
Snake Eyes ordered the monk to be hung up, and whenever he was about to die, he would put him down and torture him repeatedly... until he died.
After daylight, the Viking warriors gathered the bodies of their dead companions.
He also tried to find a way to dismantle some wooden structures and quickly piece together a "pseudo-ship" similar to a ship's hull using the wooden boards above.
Take it to the surrounding streams, and then put in relics, weapons, and tributes.
"You all died fighting. I will give you the sacred fire. Your spirits will burn with the ship. The sea god will protect you to the Hall of Valor."
Snake Eyes lit the torch himself, and his lips moved...
"Odin, great father, receive these warriors."
"The vast sea, let our dead rest in peace."
"Ancestors in the Hall of Valor, please lead them and continue to fight for our glory..."
Anhar looked at these quietly and thought to himself: Never die like this.
He wanted to tear down the cemeteries of the Mercian kings and build a huge royal tomb.
The flames burned the ship to ashes.
The son who wants to fulfill his father's wish exudes amazing momentum.
Snake Eyes uprooted all the king's strongholds along the way, and the longest stalemate did not last more than a day.
In order to centralize power, the Lionheart King and the princess offended a large number of nobles and took away their books and troops.
As a believer in Angsana, due to his ambition, he also learned from the Oran Protestantism.
This led to a considerable number of dissatisfied monks and nobles.
When Lionheart was still dreaming of unifying England,
Ragnar, Snake Eyes and other warriors, with more and more noble rebels who were dissatisfied with the king, were getting closer and closer to the king...
…
Wessex, County Winchester.
Guthrum cooperated, Bjorn retreated, and the largest town in the kingdom and the surrounding lands returned to the Flying Serpent Head again.
It can be described as enthusiastic and cheering.
The Crown Prince is about to declare his accession to the throne and become the real King Alfred.
Some people even suggested that it should be "the Great Emperor"
This made Sals, Tuman and others also start to persuade them to enter Oran.
Once Olan becomes "Your Majesty", he can become "Your Excellency".
Oran didn't agree and hooked up with a new woman.
A queen from Cornwall?
The Southern Crusaders pushed Bjorn back closer to the Welsh border.
As a result, Bjorn Cornwall's Theodore has a breaking point. If the coalition forces advance westward at this time, there is a high chance that they will be able to drive away the Viking forces in Cornwall.
Before the upcoming coronation ceremony, nobles of all sizes from Cornwall, Wales, and Ireland were busy.
Begging the Crusaders to attack their homeland.
As the Vice-King of the South, Oran knew many people.
The woman sleeping next to her bed was, at best, the queen, or at worst, the leader of a tribe of thousands of people.
This status is neither high nor low,
Olan flirted with this woman "passively" and did not perform any act of true soul fusion.
Start by coaxing and making excuses.
Women are stupid and smart.
They know that with the weapon between their legs, they can get everything,
But she will give everything for a man.
"Will you still miss me after you go back?"
"I will. If I didn't have a wife, you would be my princess."
She has never touched a bastard noble like Oran. In just a few days, the queen even forgot her hatred.
Started to dream about the princess of the North.
During the conversation with this group of people who had subjugated their country, Oran got a piece of very useful information.
The "Noble One" seems to be alive?
Someone told Oran that he had seen a man who looked very much like a king in southern Ireland.
After the king fled, many people came to the crown prince to deliver false news in order to defraud the treasure.
Later, people who came to see the crown prince to report the matter were often beaten as liars by his men.
But this time, this person explained the king's appearance very clearly, as well as the followers around the king, and the appearance of the princess...
Oran was very concerned about this matter and as a reward, he stuffed an eagle pound into the man's belly and buried him in the ground to keep the information completely secret.
...
The day he ascended the throne.
Waiting for the crown prince to put on the crown.
Orlan on the stage thought, "It's wonderful. If the king is still alive, there will be two suns in Wessex!"
Praise God, Alfred, the son of the devil, is not the true king, damn it!”
Oran enthusiastically clapped his hands and seemed to sincerely accept all this.
But he began to think about a plan to save England.
Aku stared at Olan and slowly felt relieved when he saw that there was nothing unusual about him.
The atmosphere was sacred, and nobles crowded into the church to witness the great birth...
