Luther was caught off guard by the sudden explosion. Fortunately, Ulf reacted quickly and dodged, but Luther did not stop. Instead, he rushed towards the opposite tree wall, raised his fist and smashed the wall crazily, like It's like facing the most ferocious enemy.
"Ping, ping, ping~~~." The tree wall in front of Luther became shattered, fresh sawdust flew away, and dust also rose in the tree hole.
"What's wrong with him?" Ulf looked at the crazy Luther in front of him and couldn't help asking the prophetess.
"Hooooooooo~~." Luther's roar echoed in the tree hole, but the prophetess was not in a hurry to answer Ulf's question. She walked forward and stretched out her hand to put on Luther's hand. on the shoulders.
"Woo~!" When the prophetess's hand touched him, Luther's entire body tightened and bulged with muscles, and his figure seemed to have grown bigger, but the prophetess quickly sang in a soft voice. Getting up, the voice seemed to have magic power, and it quickly made Luther relax.
"Humph~~." Luther gradually leaned down, and the prophetess held his neck in her arms like a baby, and hummed softly.
"Hoo, ho, have I lost control again?" Luther's slightly closed eyes reopened, and he asked the prophetess.
"Yes, you still can't forget." The prophetess let go of her hand, and Luther stood up, holding his head with his hands.
"It's a nightmare, I'm dreaming it again." Luther said to the prophetess.
"Maybe hiding is not a good idea. This is Ulf, the new lord of East Hamar. He is about to venture to Britain. Are you willing to follow him?" The prophetess pointed at Ulf and said to Luther.
"Prophese, can't you say it?" Ulf has already figured out that the so-called taboo word is Britain, but the prophetess said it now, isn't he afraid that Luther will go berserk again?
"Don't worry, it doesn't matter in normal times." The prophetess told Ulf, it turned out that Luther would intermittently have this kind of fugue state, and at this time, he must not say taboo words like Britain in front of him.
"That's it." Ulf nodded slightly. It seemed that the Danish man named Luther had suffered some kind of mental stimulation, and just now he had an intermittent psychotic episode.
This made him hesitate slightly. Did he really take such a mentally ill person on an expedition? But when I think about it, nine out of ten berserkers are crazy anyway, and half of them are drug addicts. As long as they can play a role at the critical moment, go crazy!
"Britain, are you really going to Britain?" Unexpectedly, Luther became extremely excited after hearing the news. He stepped forward and held Ulf's shoulders with his own hands, shaking him desperately.
"Yes, yes, we will be ordered to go to Britain after the spring." Ulf quickly said to Luther before he could shake himself apart.
"Take me with you," Luther said to Ulf in an unquestionable voice.
"I understand." Ulf was not angry, he reached out and patted Luther's broad shoulder and said.
When they left the Holy Land, the Berserker Luther received a bear's head hat cloak and a sharp double-edged long-handled ax from the Prophetess, and even Ulf also received a bag of herbs.
"There are some herbs in here. When you soak them in a water bag and give them to powerful warriors to drink, it will prevent them from feeling pain for a short period of time. But remember, you must not drink too much, and it It's not about treating wounds." The prophetess pointed to the bag and said to Ulf.
"Thank you, prophetess. I will use it with caution, but I have a request." Ulf knew that what was in the bag must be an herb that can numb nerves. This is more of a mild poison than an herb.
"What's the matter?" The prophetess didn't expect that Ulf had something else to do, so she couldn't help but frowned, but what Ulf said surprised her.
"When I come back from Britain, I want to learn the Niru script." Ulf said to the prophetess. After finishing speaking, without waiting for her to answer, he turned around and left with Verside and Luther.
"Nirune?" The prophetess looked at Ulf's back in surprise. No lord would ever make such a request. You must know that most of the inheritance of the Nordic people relies on oral poetry, and Niruwen is only in the world. Tools used for divination were spread among priests, and Viking warriors would rather shed their blood on the battlefield than touch these weird and mysterious things.
After returning to East Hamar, Ulf was not idle. He took the berserker Luther directly to the blacksmith shop. The blacksmiths looked at the 1.8-meter berserker and didn't understand what Ulf wanted to do. ?
"Equipment, start making armor according to his proportions." Ulf pointed to the red-haired Luther standing next to him and ordered the blacksmiths.
"Lord, this requires a lot of leather." The blacksmiths scratched their heads and said to Ulf.
"No, use iron to make the breastplate from a single piece of iron." Ulf shook his head. He wanted the berserker to become a tank, so he needed to be equipped with armor that was strong enough to charge into battle.
What Ulf asked the blacksmiths to make was not the traditional Nordic chainmail and leather armor, but an iron plate breastplate similar to the ancient Greek style. The advantage of this breastplate is that it is not as heavy as chainmail. It is all placed on the shoulders, but is evenly distributed on the body by tapping the whole piece, allowing Luther to fight more flexibly.
In addition to asking the blacksmiths to make Luther's armor, Ulf also ordered the blacksmiths to make a throwing axe. This relatively thin axe only needs to be equipped with a short wooden handle. When it encounters the enemy, the command arm has strong strength. A warrior should throw it first. This is more powerful than javelins and bows. It is easy to throw and recover.
"Ding ding ding~~." Throughout the long winter, East Hamar was like a large construction site. The blacksmiths kept hammering on the iron felt, and the forging flames and smoke hovered in the sky.
"Roar~~." Vargas led the selected warriors to intensify training in the open space in front of the lord's longhouse. These warriors must be strong free people. Of course, they are not limited to men, but also shield girls.
"Throwing axes~~." Ulf stood in the middle of a row of axe-throwers, watching them aim at the target in front of them. When the order was given, the throwing axes flew out of the hands of the axe-throwers and hit A thick wooden target.
"Not bad." Ulf was very satisfied. These throwing axes had first-class armor-breaking capabilities and were most effective against Britain's heavy cavalry and heavy armor. In addition, Ulf also ordered the blacksmiths to make new weapons.
"What is this?" When Ulf drew something like a crossbow, the craftsmen of East Hamar were completely confused. They were good at making longbows, but this was their first time seeing something like a crossbow.
"Actually, you can imagine that you lay the bow horizontally and use the trigger plate here to activate it." Ulf explained to the craftsmen in East Hamar in detail. He picked up a bow, held it horizontally, and explained to the craftsmen.
"So that's it." The Vikings are a group of skilled craftsmen, otherwise they would not be able to survive in this harsh Nordic environment. Under Ulf's repeated instructions, they gradually figured out the principle. Next, they need these The craftsmen had to figure it out and debug it themselves. After all, Ulf was just a liberal arts student before he traveled through time.
The busy preparations made everyone feel that the long winter did not seem so boring. Every day Ulf would open the Lord's Hall so that the hard-working people could relieve the fatigue of the day at the banquet.
"I heard that the Boneless Ones did not stop after conquering the land of Britain and started a new adventure. I really hope to see what the new world is like?" The North warriors who drank ale began to The various stories he heard in his mind were told to his companions under the influence of alcohol, while Ulf was sitting on the lord's throne and drinking wine in silence. He knew that according to the latest intelligence, no one could The Bone Man is dead, and Halfdan the White controls the lands of northern Britain.
Mercia and Wessex are reuniting to fight against the invasion of White-shirted Halfdan. A bloody battle is about to begin on the British islands, and they are a group of people involved in it. As for being beaten by the violent storm Whether you go to the bottom of the sea or become a trendsetter of the times, this requires the ability of the helmsman Ulf.
"Kick-kick-kick~." Just as everyone was drinking ale and eating sumptuous food in the closed lord's hall, and the flames in the fireplace and crucible were warming their bodies and minds, there was a click from the closed heavy door. A strange clicking sound.
"Who?" Hyde opened the door curiously, and a black figure slipped in through the crack of the door. The long scarlet tongue spit out heat, and drops of blood fell on the floor.
"Black charcoal?" When Ulf saw the black shadow, he stood up in surprise. He didn't expect that the Black Wolf King he had let go would actually come back.
