The Black Wolf King has his own world, and Ulf also has his own things to do. Ironbone Bjorn ordered him to lead people to Britain after spring and join the Vikings in the battle to conquer Britain. A small force that can send more than fifty troops must be fully prepared.
"Ulf, why did you call us here?" When night fell, Ulf called together Vargas, Anger, Hyde, Verside, etc., who were close to him, and they sat around There is a fire in front of the crucible, and the warm flame inside makes people feel comfortable.
"Give us the mead." Ulf sat on the large chair that originally belonged to Hrolf, and he ordered Hyde.
"Mead, it's really good." Vargas rubbed his hands and took off his animal skin shawl, revealing the clothes made of linen and leather underneath.
The Norse clothes have no buttons, so the front plackets on the chest are cross-tied with white linen ropes, which looks extremely rough. The leather on the wrists and the heavy boots on the feet only have the effect of keeping warm.
"The construction of the wooden wall is going very smoothly. As long as there are no storms in the past few days, it will definitely be completed before spring." Ange seemed to understand Ulf's worries, so he told him.
"I know, but after spring, I will take the warriors from the villages and towns to Britain, so I need to select warriors." Ulf took the wine handed by Hyde, took a sip and said.
"Great, I have long expected to fight with the legendary white-shirted Halfdan." Vargas said excitedly, not even noticing that his favorite mead was spilled. In his opinion, Britain is the The place where countless Vikings ventured is full of legends.
"I will help you select suitable warriors, but our equipment is insufficient." Ange crossed her arms, sat on the wooden bench, crossed her slender legs, and suggested to Ulf.
"So, we need to build weapons, as many axes, swords, and bucklers as possible." Vargas's cheeks turned red, and he didn't know whether it was the warmth in the longhouse or because of the rising blood.
"Prepare more javelins and longbows. I will go to the blacksmith shop tomorrow and ask the blacksmiths to forge some special weapons." Ulf picked up the wine glass and his eyes flickered a few times in the firelight. He could order the blacksmiths based on his memory. Create some weapons and I believe I can show off my skills in Britain.
"But, respected lord, if too many people are taken away, what will happen to our spring plowing?" At this time, an old voice sounded, and Viside opened his mouth and asked Ulf, although as a slave He was not qualified to sit side by side with the warriors, but Ulf specifically allowed him to sit slightly further back.
"Indeed, spring plowing cannot be delayed." Ulf also nodded slightly. Although East Hamar has sufficient food reserves, no one can guarantee that no disaster will occur.
"As long as we plunder enough property and food in Britain, wouldn't it be faster than growing crops?" Vargas said nonchalantly. He had long heard that Britain was a humid and warm island, and there must be a lot of treasures there. and food.
"No, we must try our best to ensure the farming season. Let's do this. I will ask Iron Bone Bjorn to send some people to help us cultivate the land. After all, we obeyed his order to go to Britain." Ulf immediately thought of Iron Bone Bone Bjorn, in line with the mentality of not suffering a loss, decided to seek help from Iron Bone Bjorn, his lord.
"Will Iron Bones agree?" Ange hesitated a little. Will the majestic King of Sweden agree to such a request?
"He will." Ulf looked at the flames in the crucible, stretched out his hand to warm the fire, and said with narrowed eyes, because he remembered that the situation in Britain was undergoing earth-shaking changes at this time, the famous Emperor Alfred the Great is rising, the Vikings' advantage in Britain is gradually losing.
Ironbone Bjorn must have noticed this situation, so he sent a newly joined vassal like Ulf to Britain to test. After all, he would not feel bad even if he lost himself. When Ulf will When this inference came out, Vargas and Ange's eyes widened.
"What, so Iron Bones is taking advantage of us?" Vargas opened his mouth, and he even squeezed the silver cup in his hand out of shape in anger.
"Isn't this a normal thing? We are not related by blood to Iron Bone Bjorn, and we have not made enough achievements. Being able to be used also shows that we are valuable." Ulf leaned comfortably against Sitting on the back of the chair, he didn't care about being used by Iron Bone Bjorn. This is how the world is. It's always exchange of equal value, and others are not your parents.
"But Iron Bone Bjorn is the hero of the North people, would he do this?" Ange frowned slightly and said with some disbelief. After all, the story of Nagla and his sons is the story of every North child. Bedtime stories, when I suddenly discovered that the heroes of the past were so cold-blooded and ruthless, it was inevitable that I would feel a little uncomfortable.
"In any case, I have made an agreement with Tiegu in advance. After we go to Britain, we will not obey the orders of White Shirt. Although it may be a little harder, we are not going to be cannon fodder, and Tiegu just wants to find out what happened in Britain. Make it real!" Ulf stood up. He walked to the window and looked at the snowy sky outside. People in East Hamar were also hiding in their round houses. Lights came from the windows of every house. Looking down from the direction of the lord's house, it looks like a dark night with stars in the morning.
"No matter what, it's best to have a big fight." Vargas rolled up his sleeves. He couldn't understand those complicated things. Fighting was his favorite. The grander the fight, the more excited he was. .
"Haha, I like your innocent look Vargas." Ulf also laughed. It is useless to think about these too complicated things. Anyway, as long as you win, he put away his smile and seemed to think of it. What, "By the way, Vargas, do you remember the berserkers of Gotland?"
"Remember, that's a scary guy." Vargas shook his head. That was the worst fight he had ever suffered, but berserkers were inherently rare and terrifying existences.
"Where can I find such a warrior?" Ulf asked curiously. The combat power of the berserker is really terrifying, but he is not suitable for single combat because his brain is really not easy to use. But if it is used to break the formation, it is simply It is the existence of a meat tank.
"There should be no berserkers in East Hamar!" Vargas scratched his head. He had not heard of the existence of such warriors in the territory of East Hamar. If there were, I am afraid Hrov would have already won over them.
"No, there is, but it is not under the jurisdiction of Lord East Hamar." Ange said to Ulf thoughtfully.
"Oh, where are we? Can we hire them?" Ulf's eyes lit up. If he attacks Britain this time, if he brings a few berserkers, he will definitely get twice the result with half the effort.
"I once heard that many years ago there was a man from Denmark who drifted into our territory lying on a long boat." Hyde was standing aside at this time. She put her fingers on her chin with a thoughtful look on her face. said.
"Yes, it's the man from Denmark. At that time, we thought he was dead. The longship should be a burial ship. There were javelins, shields and armor on it. Hrov plundered everything inside, and for the dying man The Danes turned a deaf ear." Ange also seemed to be recalled, she said slowly.
"Yes, but the prophetess who happened to be passing by saved him and took him to the Holy Land." Hyde nodded and said.
"Then how do you know he is a Berserker?" Ulf continued to ask curiously.
"Later, he came to the town once with the prophetess. Hrov happened to lead a raid, but the village was raided by Finnish pirates. It was he who killed the leader and saved us." Hyde said to Wu Wolf explained.
"Well, that is indeed a berserker, but it is different from ordinary berserkers. Ordinary berserkers need to drink special liquids to be effective, but he fights as if out of instinct, it just shows, it is like. "Ange couldn't seem to find the right words to describe that terrifying berserker, and he couldn't even say it after a continuous pause.
"It's like a cold flame burning inward." Verside, who was sitting next to him, said in a hoarse old voice. It was obvious that he was also present at the time.
