It was mixed with the unpleasant smell of alcohol, human sweat, and vomit, but in the dim pub, no one could detect it. The noise and laughter almost overturned the roof, and the man with a braided beard The Viking men were jostling each other with glasses of wine, pointing in the direction and laughing.
"Huh." Holding the sharp tip of the knife with one hand, he slowly raised it, his strong and slender arm suddenly stretched forward, and the knife flew out.
"Duo~." The flying knife pierced the big disk, grazing the side of the face of a woman with light brown hair, and stuck firmly to the side. It was so thrilling that many people screamed wildly.
"Hahaha, give me wine, give me wine." The one who threw the knife was a blond-haired, green-eyed North girl. She was about sixteen or seventeen years old, about 1.78 meters tall, with a tall and muscular figure. , wearing a close-fitting leather armor, with a dagger and an ax on his waist.
"Your wine." The maid in the tavern brought a glass of malt wine. The girl took the glass skillfully, raised her neck and drank it in one gulp. She drank quickly, and the amber liquid flowed down her neck. .
"Ah." The girl quickly drank the wine in the glass. She put down the glass and showed an evil smile. She wiped the corners of her mouth roughly with her sleeves and staggered towards the place where the throwing knives were thrown.
"Hey, Sigrid, are you okay?"
"Hahaha, this bitch can't even stand on her feet."
"Odin's beard, I don't want to see the blood splattered on the spot."
The surrounding North men all shook their heads. A girl with a full glass of wine, holding a shaky throwing knife, looked like she was going to cause trouble no matter what.
"So, who of you wants to take a gamble?" Sigrid smiled and held the throwing knife in her hand. She turned around and said loudly to the drunkards around her, her green eyes full of cunning.
"I, I~~." Under the girl's deliberate provocation, the drunkards took out their own money one after another, betting that she would not be able to hit the target.
"It will definitely hurt the woman on the carousel." Someone else pointed at the woman with light brown hair who was tied up on the big carousel and shouted to his companions.
The light brown-haired woman who was helped on the turntable also became nervous. Although the girl Sigrid was very accurate in throwing throwing knives, that was when she was sober, and now she drank a lot of malt wine and her steps were slow. It's a bit staggering. If you throw it slightly wrong, you will definitely hit yourself.
"Hey." But the girl Sigrid smiled at the woman. She had no intention of stopping. Before anyone could react, she suddenly took action, her movements as fast as lightning.
"Dou~~." There was a muffled sound, and the light brown-haired woman who was tied to the turntable was so frightened that she even closed her eyes. But when she slowly opened her eyes, she found that the flying knife was firmly pierced. The top of her head.
"Phew." The woman was so frightened that she breathed a sigh of relief, her heart pounding like a deer. She looked at Sigrid, who was confidently asking for bets from those who had bet on her. .
"Damn it." Most of the losers didn't dare to refuse, so they had to hand the money to Sigrid, but there were also some who wanted to sneak away secretly.
"Ping." Sigrid's eyes were as sharp as an eagle's. She spotted the bald man running away in the crowd. She stepped forward and grabbed him by the back of his collar.
"What are you doing, bitch?" The bald man cursed, looking fierce, but Sigrid just smiled at the corner of her mouth, and then punched the man hard in the face.
"Wow~." The teeth fell to the ground mixed with blood. The man covered his mouth, and several teeth inside were broken. However, Sigrid refused to let go and hit him hard in the lower abdomen, knocking him He was beaten to the ground, and he rode on top of him and kept punching him. When the others finally pulled him away, he didn't forget to put his feet on him.
After some noise in the tavern, it gradually calmed down, but the girl Sigrid and the light brown-haired woman were missing. At this moment, the tavern door opened and the spy leader Gudmundel walked in. But he couldn't help frowning and covering his nose with his leather-gloved hands.
"Where is Sigrid?" Gudmundel walked up to the tavern owner. He was wiping his wine glass when he saw the iron-clad Bjorn's courtier quickly put down his glass.
The tavern owner pointed in the direction of the stairs. It was obvious that nothing could escape his eyes in this wooden tavern, and Gudmundel took out a coin from the leather belt around his waist and threw it to The tavern owner walked slowly towards the stairs.
"Ah, ha~~." In the room on the second floor, Sigrid threw the light brown-haired woman against the wall like a female leopard. She kissed the woman's neck affectionately, and the light-brown haired woman The woman responded enthusiastically, and the two of them were entwined like two beautiful snakes.
After a long time, Sigrid got up from the bed with satisfaction. She straightened her clothes without looking at the tired woman lying on the bed. She stood up happily and opened the door, but she was stunned.
"Energetic, not bad Sigrid." Gudmundel folded his arms and leaned against the wall by the door. When he saw Sigrid walking out, he raised the corners of his mouth and clapped his hands.
"You are such a shameless old man, aren't you ashamed?" Sigrid glared at Gudmundel dissatisfied and said to him.
"Okay, stop talking nonsense, I have a mission." Gudmundel put away his smile and said to Sigrid seriously.
"Oh?" Sigrid frowned. She knew that nothing good would happen at this time, but she had no choice but to end her vacation early.
In the ice and snow, Ironbone Bjorn sent a team of a hundred people. They drove the ox cart and livestock slowly towards East Hamar. This was what Ironbone Bjorn gave to Ulf for the spring farming. , and more than twenty North warriors, ready to join the expedition to Britain.
"Hmph." Sigrid sat down on the back of the bullock cart and looked at the villages and towns going further and further away. She snorted dissatisfiedly in her heart. She did not expect that the task Sigurdur gave her was to join a young man. among the lord's ranks.
At the same time, Ulf looked at the black charcoal in front of him. Under Thorler's careful care, the wounds on its body had been completely healed, but the psychological blow would take time to gradually heal.
"Oh." Seeing Ulf's arrival, Heitan happily shook his big tail that was dragging on the ground like a broom.
"Man, don't worry, wait until the injury heals. Come with me on the expedition, and you will find that there is a lot to do in the vast world." Ulf smiled and reached out to touch Heitan's big head, regardless of whether it understood or not.
"You want to take it with you to fight?" Toller stood aside and frowned slightly, asking Ulf.
"Yes, the way to treat psychological trauma is to overcome it." Ulf had actually guessed that Heitan must have encountered setbacks and failures when he tried to regain his throne as the Wolf King, but if Heitan was blindly allowed to If Tan is immersed in this kind of failure, then the high-spirited Black Wolf King will no longer exist. This is why Ulf decided to take it with him to the battlefield.
"Oh~~." As if sensing Ulf's will, Heitan raised his neck and let out a long roar. The fur on his body shook a few times, and his figure seemed to become taller again.
In spring, when the first pieces of ice and snow are felt, they begin to melt and turn into gurgling streams. Hibernating animals come out of tree holes and burrows, dig through the covering weeds and branches, and look for food everywhere hungrily. Wolves have also begun to tentatively invade human territory, where they want to obtain food supplements.
"Whoosh~~." But the hunters who had been ambushing for a long time shot arrows and knocked the wolf that had just tentatively extended its claws across the border to the ground. The other dozen or so wolves still wanted to retreat, but they failed early. The back road was cut off.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Members of the same clan, both sides bared their teeth and were at war with each other.
But these wild wolves didn't notice that Heitan's claws were covered with strange devices. They were iron claws that Ulf ordered the blacksmiths to tailor-make for him.
"Wow~~." Heitan launched the attack first, biting the neck of a wild wolf, turned his head and threw it to the ground, and then slapped the other wild wolf with a fierce slap of his iron claws. There were deep blood scratches on his body.
"Shhhhhh~~." The other wolves were shocked to see Heitan being so brave. They were so frightened that they turned around and prepared to run away, but were killed by the hunters who came over.
These wolves would be skinned and then made into wolf-head helmets for the Norse warriors. The Vikings believed that wearing wolf-head helmets and ambush in dense woods could intimidate the enemy and increase the courage and strength of the warriors.
"Well done, Heitan." Ulf reached out and touched Heitan's head. Heitan was actually disgusted at first, but gradually he accepted it. Of course, only Ulf could reach out and touch it. If someone else had to Be prepared to throw it into your arms.
"Woooooooooo~~." At this moment, they heard a dull horn sound. Ulf raised his head and looked at the direction of the sound, with a smile on his lips. This day has finally come. .
Ulf waved to Heitan, and he walked with one man and one wolf in the villages and towns of East Hamar. At this time, in addition to the sound of horns, there was the sound of clanging wood, and a wooden wall on both sides was slowly building. It was taking shape. The east and west sides were being built at the same time. Only a short section was left to be closed. The city gate with the arrow tower was gradually taking shape. Freedmen and slaves were busy day and night.
"The Romance of Fairy Wood"
"How are the preparations for Vargas's army?" Ulf took Black Carbon and stepped into the lord's house. He took off his animal skin cloak and threw it to Hyde, who was sitting at the long table and drank. Vargas, who was drinking, asked.
"Ready, seventy warriors, twelve armed slaves, ready to go." Vargas replied to Ulf.
"Well, are all the supplies ready?" Ulf sat on the lord's chair and turned to look at Ange.
"It's all ready, enough to cross Britain." Ange nodded slightly. In fact, their supplies are enough to reach Denmark, where they will replenish supplies and start crossing Britain.
"Let's make some adjustments. When we arrive in Denmark, we won't cross directly, but walk along the coastline." Ulf pondered for a moment. He would never cross the entire ocean like other Vikings, but along the coast of Europa. The coastline, crossing from the English Channel to Britain, is also the result of Ulf's careful consideration. You must know that crossing the sea seems fast, but in fact it involves great risks.
Whether they are facing shortages of food and fresh water or possible storms, their small fleet may be destroyed. For the sake of insurance, it is best to move along the coastline, not to mention that many coastlines have already been established by Norse people at this time. of the principality.
"It's really troublesome. Why don't you sail according to the original plan?" At this time, a girl's voice came. She put her feet on the wooden table with some dissatisfaction and asked Ulf.
"Sigrid, you only joined us as a friendly force and have no right to participate in the decision." Ange crossed his arms and frowned at Sigrid. When she was a girl sent by Jon, Ange hated her very much. Her rudeness and unruly nature were all reasons.
"That's it." Ulf didn't explain too much to the girl. This aid warrior sent by Iron Bone Bjorn was really a big trouble to Ulf. He had only been in East Hamar for a few days. He then got the news that Sigrid had seduced several shield girls and slave girls. Even Hyde was harassed by her. She was really a headache.
"Okay, you have the final say." Sigrid shrugged her shoulders. She stood up and stretched her waist. The compact leather armor supported her figure, and then she went about her business without saying hello to Ulf. She was ready to leave, but a figure blocked her way.
"The meeting is not over." The person blocking Sigrid's path was the Berserker Luther. He wore a bear-headed helmet, painted the area around his eyes with deep blue, and looked at Sigrid in front of him with cold eyes.
"Go away, you idiot." Sigrid cursed angrily with her hands on her hips, but Luther did not give in, and the two immediately came to a stalemate.
"Okay, Luther, let her leave. Don't forget that we will set off after the sacrifice at noon." Ulf pressed his temples with his fingers and waved his hand.
"Be careful we leave you behind, hahaha." Vargas also laughed and said, but Sigrid left angrily, and even didn't forget to step on Luther before walking out of the door.
The wind began to blow, and the colorful sails of the dragon-headed ship swelled under the influence of the wind. Drums and chants sounded. The prophetess held the skull in her hand and dipped her fingers in the blood. She stood on the dock and watched every passing moment. The faces of soldiers were painted to wish them a triumphant return or an honorable death on the battlefield.
