As Su Chen's finger pointed into the distance, everyone looked over unconsciously, and saw a man on horseback appearing on a lonely hill outside the village of East Hamar. He was still holding something, but when he unfolded the spear-like thing in his hand, a blue flag came into his eyes in the cold wind.
"The crow flag is the royal flag of Bjorn Ironbone." Some North warriors who had served Bjorn Ironbone immediately recognized the great flag. The blue symbolized Bjorn's royal power over Sweden. There is no doubt that the white crow totem represents the Asir clan.
"Impossible." Even Hrov was panicking at this time. He muttered to himself in disbelief. It was impossible for Iron Bone Bjorn to easily award his king's flag to anyone, but now the king's flag But he appears here, which means that everything Ulf said is true, and he has indeed won the support of the powerful king.
"The new lord, Ulf~~." Vargas raised his hand and cheered loudly. Some North soldiers who had followed Suchen to attack Gotland also cheered immediately.
"I am the lord of East Hamar. Even Iron Bone Bjorn cannot deprive me of my rights." But Hrov was obviously unwilling to give up his rights just like this. He pulled out the Viking Iron from his waist. The sword was pointed at the Norse warriors who were trying to force him to abdicate.
Suddenly, the scene began to become chaotic. The North warriors who supported Suchen and the warriors who accompanied Hrov pushed each other. They roared fiercely and tried to suppress each other's momentum. The once peaceful villages and towns began to become restless, and most of them were neutral. The villagers watched in horror.
"That's enough. Your disputes will destroy East Hamar." At this moment, the voice of the prophetess came. She was wearing a deer-antler hat and a simple gray robe with a torn skirt. It was in tatters and dragged on the ground. When walking, her white and translucent feet stepped on the soft snow, as if she could not feel the coldness of the ice and snow at all.
"It's a prophet." When they saw the prophetess, everyone stopped making noise. When the secular power could not decide the winner, the power from the mysterious religion began to show its power at this time.
"Prophet, you came just in time. Tell them that I am the legal lord of East Hamar." Hrov immediately came to the prophetess and said to her.
"No, Ulf is the real new lord, and he will lead East Hamar to prosperity." Vargas said angrily immediately, and the North warriors who had had their loot stolen by Hrov, at this time They also immediately gathered around, and when the two sides were watching the tense situation, the prophetess spoke.
"I already know what's happening here. If left unchecked, East Hamar will be destroyed by the civil war." The prophetess's wise eyes swept over everyone's faces, her voice was ethereal and beautiful, and the tense two sides gradually gradually calmed down.
"Respected prophetess, there must always be a lord in East Hamar. Just like there is only one wolf king in the wolf pack, only one of me and Hrov can lead the brave people of East Hamar." Su Chen also walked up Before, he said to the prophetess.
"I understand, this is not the first time this kind of thing has happened. Hrov, you should know how your father obtained the status of lord." The prophetess pondered for a moment, and she knew very well that if it cannot be resolved properly, Dongha Mal was afraid there would be immediate needless bloodshed.
"You mean that?" Hrov looked at the prophetess in surprise. He did not expect that the prophetess would actually come up with this idea.
The prophetess wears antlers like tree branches. Her face is painted with white dye, and her eyes are covered with pearl tassels. Only her high nose bridge, small red lips, and pointed chin can be seen. She held drumsticks and sheepskin drums in her hands, and she beat them gently. The low drum sound sounded on the shore, as if it was shaking everyone's heart.
"Woooooo~~~." A low horn sounded, and the calm water began to ripple. Two long boats slowly approached in parallel. On one long boat stood Su Chen, Vargas and others, and on the other long boat stood Su Chen, Vargas and others. On a ship were Hrov and his warriors.
"This is the fair law of Njord, the sea god. He is the protector of storms, oceans and fishermen, and the protector of all warriors traveling on the sea. You will complete this sacred and fair duel under his watch. , the winner will become the lord of East Hamar." The prophetess used her ethereal and beautiful voice to sing out the rules like a poem. Her voice poured into the ears of every warrior, and they willingly agreed to implement it. this ceremony.
Su Chen held a round shield and a battle ax. He stared at Hrov on the long boat opposite, and the other party was also staring at him. The waves pushed the two long boats closer and closer, and gradually they were the only ones left. The width of a sampan, warriors on both sides listened to the drumbeats of the prophetess from the shore, and the gazes of the people of East Hamar.
"Come on!" Vargas licked his dry lips. He raised the battle ax in his hand and slammed it on his buckler. A loud bang spread across the water, like thunder. generally.
"Oh oh oh oh~~~." The warriors on the longboat roared angrily. They banged their shields and weapons. A sampan that could only accommodate one person was placed between the two longships.
"Ping." Vargas jumped on the sampan as the vanguard. He held up his shield and battle ax, and stepped firmly on the sampan between the two longships, while Hrov was also there. Urging his personal soldiers to go up and fight.
"Odin." One of the warriors who accompanied him jumped on the sampan. He raised his shield and ax and rushed towards Vargas, shouting the name of Odin, the father of the gods, hoping that Odin in the sky could see him with his own eyes. of bravery.
The accompanying warrior wielded his battle ax and slashed at Vargas, but Vargas blocked with his shield without showing any signs of weakness. The cloaks of the two men were fluttering in the wind, and their reflections seemed to be dancing in the mirror-like water. The fish below also seemed to be attracted, and they hovered under the two long boats.
"Ping~~, pfft." Vargas' ax hit the face of the accompanying warrior, and the big-nosed helmet was blown away. Blood and teeth spurted out from the mouth of the accompanying warrior, and his body flew out , fell into the water with a splash.
"Waaaah~~." Vargas let out a furious war cry. He looked at the accompanying soldiers on the opposite boat triumphantly. Immediately, the second accompanying soldier rushed onto the sampan, but none of them were Wagas. Gus's opponents were literally lining up, one after another being knocked out of the water by Vargas.
"Damn it, damn stupid pigs, useless guys, I curse your souls to fall into the dark underworld." Hrov watched his soldiers being shot down one by one. It was obvious that he was now at a disadvantage, angry and about to lose. Desperation for power made him lose his mind, and his constant cursing aroused dissatisfaction among his followers.
"Then go and fight on your own!" The remaining warriors looked at him with disdain. They dropped their shields and axes, jumped off the side of the longship, and swam toward the shore.
"Coward, damn coward." Seeing his betrayal and separation, Hrov grabbed the side of the ship with his only remaining hand and cursed like crazy.
"Enough, Hrov is too ugly." Suddenly, the only North warrior left on the longship said. He was wearing an iron helmet that completely covered his face. He was short and thin, and was wrapped in a green cloak. Against his body, the ordinary leather armor seemed a bit bulky and inappropriate, but he took off the ax from his waist, picked up the tomahawk discarded by other warriors on the ship deck, and gave Hrov a sharp shout. , and then quickly jumped onto the sampan.
"You, who are you?" There was confusion in Hrov's eyes. He didn't seem to have this one personal warrior. He didn't notice it at all in the crowd just now. Maybe it was because of his short stature among the strong men. Because he was so inconspicuous among them, seeing that only such an inconspicuous warrior was left to fight for him, Hrov couldn't help but show despair in his eyes.
