"Why did the lord want to kill you?" Su Chen asked curiously.
"Because I saw something I shouldn't have seen." Haide said pitifully to Su Chen.
"Oh, what is it, if you trust me." Su Chen was even more curious as to what secret it was that actually scared Haide into thinking she was going to be killed.
Hyde hesitated for a moment, but quickly told the story of the conspiracy between Hrov and the female chief of Osa. When Su Chen heard this, he couldn't help being secretly surprised, thinking of the relationship between Visbyar and Hrov. Alliance, he smelled a conspiracy. It seemed that Hrov had been planning on Gotland Island for a long time.
"You were not discovered by them at the time, so there is still room for change. Now pretend that nothing happened, don't tell anyone about it, and go back to work quietly." Su Chen immediately held Hyde's shoulders and shook them hard. For a moment, he forced her to calm down, and then said to her.
"Yes." Haide's face turned pale, but out of trust in Su Chen, she still chose to do as Su said.
At this time, in Sigtina, which is dozens of miles away from East Hamar, the town formed within the tall wooden walls is particularly prosperous. North warriors wearing leather armor and carrying swords and battle axes walk through the muddy streets in twos and threes. The civilians were busy doing various tasks. In front of the lord's house in the center of the town, a group of people gathered around. They seemed to be watching something, and the crisp sound of metal collision sounded from time to time.
"Oh wow." I saw two warriors wearing Viking iron helmets fighting with each other. They were holding swords and bucklers. Their strong upper bodies were naked. They didn't care about the sharp cold wind. When the swords hit the bucklers, they made a sharp sound. There was a loud noise, and the warrior who raised his shield to block let out a muffled groan, and his body squatted down.
"Ping." But the opponent did not give up the attack because of this. The sword hit the buckler one after another, but the warrior holding the shield kept hiding behind the buckler, as steady as a rock, but soon he saw the right opportunity. He lifted the shield in his hand upwards and knocked the opponent's sword away, exposing the flaw. Then he quickly stepped forward and raised the sword from diagonally below. The sharp sword tip just touched the opponent's chin.
"Gudu." The tip of the sword was pointed at the throat. The warrior who was attacking with the sword hurriedly opened his arms to show his surrender. He even swallowed in horror.
"Well done, Your Majesty." The people watching the battle all around applauded, and they cheered for winning. When the victorious North warrior stood up and took off his helmet, a head of white beard and hair was revealed. If but Looking at his body, one might have thought he was a warrior in his prime, but he turned out to be an old man.
"Well done, Your Majesty." The defeated North warrior was not discouraged. He took off his helmet, said to the old man with sincerity, and congratulated him.
"You are a little absent-minded today, Gudmundel." The old man is the iron-bone Bjorn who rules Sweden, the son of the great legendary warrior Ragnar. He took the linen handed by the attendant and wiped his body, teasing said to his opponent.
"I received some news." Gudmundel stepped forward, put a fur cloak on Bjorn, and then whispered. Gudmundel is Bjorn's spy chief, responsible for collecting comparisons from various places. Intelligence information that is favorable or unfavorable to John.
"What's wrong? You don't look good." Bjorn said to Gudmundel in surprise. The two of them walked into the tall lord's hall. Compared with the house of a small lord like Hrov, As the King of Sweden, the lord longhouse owned by Bjorn is much more spacious and grand.
"I have received news that your brother, Ivar the Boneless, may be dead." Gudmundel hesitated for a moment, but still said to Bjorn.
"What?" Bjorn immediately stopped and looked at Gudmundel in disbelief, unable to believe his ears.
"Of course his death has not been announced. He may have died of illness in Dublin, but his men and your nephew were afraid of the army being shaken, so they kept this secret, but I don't think this secret can be kept for long." Gudmund Del whispered.
"Really?" Ironbone Bjorn showed a sad look on his face. Ivar the Boneless was the most outstanding of their brothers, but he didn't expect that he would die of illness on the bed. This is really a shame among the gods. joke.
"But we don't have to worry. This matter will not affect your rule. It's just whether we take the opportunity to send troops to Britain to compete for Ivar's territory?" Gudmundel suggested Bjorn. After all, compared to the cold lands of Northern Europe , warm and humid Britain seems more exciting.
"No need. My father once divided Britain, Norway, Denmark and Sweden among our brothers. He just didn't want us to fight with each other. I'm very satisfied with my current rule." Bjorn didn't seem to have much interest in Britain. The attack on Britain was just to avenge his father. After they sentenced King Ella to the blood eagle, he no longer had any interest in that sad place. Only Ivar and Halfdan continued to stay there. Dominate or take risks.
"Then there is one more thing." Gudmundel seemed to have already guessed the result, but as the spy chief he must report all the intelligence to Bjorn.
"What's the matter?" Bjorn sat on the throne. This chair was not a low Norse style, but a thick seat with a tall back, because this chair once belonged to Wessex. The king owns it.
"It's the Lord of East Hamar and the Lord of Gotland, Visbijjar. They just had a raid. The Lord of East Hammar looted Gotland and captured Visbijár's wife and son. ." Gudmundel said to Bjorn.
"Is there such a thing?" Bjorn frowned slightly, and the braided beard under his neck shook a few times. Bjorn hated the Norse raiding each other, but he had nothing to do because it belonged to the Norse. Culture, every raid adds glory to Odin.
"That's right, the Lord of East Hammar only sent out more than thirty warriors, but he sacked the entire island of Gotland." However, the corners of Gudmundel's mouth slightly raised, and he said to Bjorn quite playfully.
"What, thirty soldiers sacked Gotland, how did they do it?" Bjorn was very surprised, and even felt as curious as a child who found a novel toy, and he shouted at The female slaves serving on the side waved and asked them to pour precious honey wine for themselves and Gudmundel.
"I don't know the specifics, but Visbijar seems to have fallen into the opponent's plan. They first looted and raided Fowler, where they fought a tough battle with Visbijar's army." Gudmundel He said that he didn't know much, but in fact the information he had was almost consistent with the facts, and his eloquence was even more remarkable. Bjorn listened with interest to his narration.
"Damn it, Odin is on top, even me and my brothers can't fight better." Bjorn kept leaning forward, drinking mead while listening to Gudmundel When he was excited, he even used his generous hands to slam the sturdy armrests of the wooden chair.
"Yes, this kind of fighting power and deceiving the opponent is really hearty." Gudmundel also said with appreciation.
"I really want to meet a warrior who can command such a battle immediately." Bjorn likes warriors who can fight with wisdom and courage under the sun. He couldn't help but rub his hands and sighed.
"It should be soon. Lord Hrolf of East Hamar and Lord Visbijjar of Gotland will come to Sigtuna to make an alliance." Gudmundl said to Bjorn.
"Okay, I will entertain them hospitably when the time comes, and listen to Hrov's story with my own ears. There must be many more exciting stories." Bjorn touched his beard braid with satisfaction. Regarding this The wise and brave lord developed a favorable impression.
"And about that matter, my people seem to have found some clues." Gudmundel then said to Bjorn.
"Really? After so many years, we finally have a clue." Bjorn stood up excitedly after hearing Gudmundel's confused words.
