(This book was first published by Qidian. We do not insist on subscribing. It is not easy to code. We just ask you to get the Qidian registration number and give this book some support by voting and collecting)
Friends who like this work, please add QQ: 819314874 to the Viking Overlord Reading Group
On the border of Suffolk County, Gutzlen was riding on a horse, surrounded by his elite personal soldiers. These men wore iron helmets, chain mail, animal skin shawls to keep warm, and held round shields at their waists. Carrying Viking iron swords, everyone is a veteran who has experienced hundreds of battles. They are Guzlen's most trusted warriors.
"Ahead is the Earl of Suffolk's castle." One of his men pointed to the castle in the distance and said to Guzlen.
"Well, let's take a rest there." Guzlen's army is not here. They are arranged near the border, and Guzlen leads his own guards to inspect the Danes, Norwegians and people who occupy various territories. The gathering point for the Swedes was also to recruit new troops.
"Woooooo~~." A dull horn sound sounded, which was the welcome horn sounded by the people in the castle to entertain the Viking king who was as famous as Halfdan in the white shirt.
"Honorable Gutzlen, welcome to my humble territory." The Earl of Suffolk was very happy. He led his courtiers and men to greet Gutzlen at the entrance of the castle. When he saw this When the strong Viking king appeared, he enthusiastically stepped forward and hugged him.
"Ha, old man, does your wound still hurt?" Guzlen and the Earl of Suffolk were old acquaintances. They had fought side by side on the battlefield, so the two were particularly familiar with each other.
The Earl of Suffolk walked into the castle with Guzlen, and his personal guards followed him closely. Ulf and others looked at the Viking king in the crowd, and only saw him The golden beard is braided into five strands, and the chainmail on his body is very fine and shiny. The iron sword on his waist has spots on the leather, which must be because he wears it frequently.
"My wife specially prepared sumptuous food and the strongest wine." At this time, the Earl of Suffolk had already brought Guzlen to the lord's hall. The earl introduced his wife to Guzlen, and the countess His face was a little pale, and he even felt a little weak, but he still had a strong spirit.
"Your wife is too thin. You should have found a Dane or a Norwegian." Guzlen joked. In Guzlen's opinion, Catholic women are really unhealthy and not as strong as the Norse. It is possible that will affect future generations.
"Isn't it because the best North women are taken over by guys like you?" The Earl of Suffolk laughed and said jokingly.
"Hahaha, of course we are from North." Guzlen also patted the earl on the shoulder and let out a hearty laugh.
Ulf and others were also arranged to join the banquet. They looked at Guzlen and the Earl of Suffolk who were changing glasses, while the Danish soldiers around them looked at them curiously.
"Hmph, there are a group of country bumpkins." A brown-haired soldier took a glass of wine and cast a disdainful glance at Ulf and others. From the clothes and weapons of Ulf and others, he could tell that they should have just been there. Norsemen who came from Northern Europe for adventure.
"Oh?" Ulf glanced at the other party. They were well-equipped and behaved arrogantly. He was funny in his heart. He didn't expect that there was a chain of contempt among the Vikings.
"Ping~~." But before Ulf could speak, Vargas beside him became angry. He slammed the cup in his hand on the table and glared at the soldiers accompanying him.
"What, you country bumpkin wants to fight with me?" Guzlen's personal soldiers smiled disdainfully. They were elite warriors who followed Guzlen on his expeditions. They didn't care about ordinary Danes. In the eyes, the Swedes in the backcountry will be looked down upon.
"Okay, I just happened to have heard enough of the Angsa people's chirping music during the banquet, so let me review the Linglie tradition of my Nordic home for you." Vargas squeezed the cup, which was made of silver. His cup was instantly crushed into a ball, and he raised his chin and said.
"Very good." The warrior who followed him also took off his animal skin cloak without ceremony. He stood up and said to Vargas.
"Vargos." Ulf raised his head and said to Vargos.
"What's wrong?" Vargas frowned. He thought Ulf was going to stop him, so he couldn't help but ask.
"Extreme Spiritual Chaos Jue"
"Be careful." But Ulf had no intention of stopping him. He was originally dissatisfied with the arrogance and rudeness of these warriors. Although he was ready to join the Viking kings like White Shirt Halfdan or Guzrun, but It is never at the expense of one's own dignity.
"Okay, how could there be no fighting in our Norse banquet?" The Earl of East Friesland excitedly knocked on the wooden table with his wine glass. Under his leadership, everyone began to knock on the table and shouted. The sound of Peng Peng.
"What's going on?" Guzlen, who was discussing the preparation of new soldiers with the Earl of Suffolk, looked at the hall in surprise. He saw that Ulf and the accompanying soldiers had taken off their shirts, revealing their strong bodies. They each held a round shield and a sword in their hands. The wooden tables in the hall had been moved to both sides, leaving an open space.
"Oh." Guzlen's body sank into the comfortable wooden chair. He touched his beard and looked at Vargas's strong body. His eyes suddenly lit up. He didn't expect that he was still hiding here. With such a strong warrior, it was a worthwhile trip.
"Oh~." The warrior with two long beards hanging down, his body sank slightly, his center of gravity downwards, and the round shield in his hand firmly blocked his body.
"Ping~~." Vargas still opened and closed. He held a round shield and an iron sword, and slammed into the accompanying soldiers. The iron sword hit the round shield and made a banging sound. A huge sound echoed in the hall. echoed.
"Oh~~." The Catholic courtiers who were watching the battle couldn't help but cover their chests. They looked at these Vikings who were fighting to their heart's content during the banquet, and couldn't help but feel afraid of their brutality.
Only the Countess was no longer as dismissive as usual. She watched two strong Norse warriors fight each other without mercy. The sword blade scraped their skin and blood splashed around, but the warriors didn't care. The scene reminded her of her entanglement with the unknown girl in the Sacrifice of Spring, so vivid and primitive.
"Oh oh oh~~." Vargas kept attacking, but the accompanying warrior was like an old turtle, hiding steadily behind the buckler, and only occasionally thrust out his long sword, like this The fight discouraged Vargas.
"Vargos, make sure to maintain your physical strength." Ulf folded his arms and carefully observed the warriors accompanying him. He suddenly felt that the experienced warriors were extraordinary. Although they seemed to have very poor fighting skills, they were actually extremely practical on the battlefield. He was waiting for Vargas to have exhausted all his strength before striking out again.
"Hmm." Vargas was stunned after hearing what Ulf said. If it were before, he would never take anyone's words to heart, but now he had to listen to Ulf's words, and he immediately began to shrink and fight. , maintain physical strength.
"Hmph." The accompanying soldier glanced at Ulf next to him, and was very dissatisfied. Ulf actually saw through his fighting skills in one fell swoop. Now that Vargas was no longer open and close, it made him feel a little bit confused. Troublesome, but the warriors who were very confident in their fighting skills began to change their fighting methods.
Swords struck with swords, shields collided with each other, and the battle between Vargas and his followers gradually entered an anxious state. Everyone could see that his followers were skilled in fighting, which had been honed in the sea of blood in countless battles. He was trained, and Vargas is not simple at all. This strong warrior is not inferior to the warriors who follow him at all.
"Okay." Guzlen saw this scene and knew that if he didn't stop it, one of them would die next, so he stood up, clapped his hands and said.
"Not bad, well played."
"It's amazing."
Guzrun's clapping caused the others to applaud as well. They recognized Vargas's fighting skills. This sudden scene interrupted the battle.
"Vargos." Ulf handed the wine glass in his hand to Vargos. The sweet ale in it was just right to quench his thirst.
"Who is this?" Guzlen asked the Earl of Suffolk beside him.
"This is Vargas, the warrior of Lord East Hamar." Earl Suffolk said to Guzlen quickly.
"East Hamar?" Guzlen frowned slightly. He seemed to have never heard of this place.
"Oh, he is a vassal of Bjorn the Iron Bone." Earl of Suffolk explained to Gutzlen.
"He is a vassal of Bjorn Ironbone." When he heard Bjorn Ironbone's name, Guzrun raised his eyebrows. It was obvious that for the unknown East Hamar, the name Ironbone Just louder.
But Ulf is not in a hurry. He came here just to make great achievements. He believes that there will be a chance to make East Hamar's reputation spread far and wide among Danes, Norwegians and Swedes.
"We came to help White-shirted Halfdan under Iron Bone's order." Ulf walked up to Guzlen and said slowly to him.
"Oh?" Guzlen looked at Ulf in front of him, and he was even more surprised. The Ulf in front of him was calm and composed far beyond those of his age. When he looked at Suffolk with questioning eyes The count immediately introduced him to him.
"This is the lord of East Hammar. He is also a person who has been funded by Snake Eyes and occupies the territory of the Dutch lowlands." The Earl of Suffolk has already sent people to find out everything about Ulf. As a man with his own territory Earl, if this could not be done, he would have been replaced long ago.
"It's really good. I don't think you can achieve such feats when you are so old." Guzlen couldn't help but admired and said. He really spoke from the heart, so he curiously asked Ulf how many people he had brought, and how many people did he bring? Boasting support for White Shirt Halfdan.
"More than a hundred masters, all North warriors who can go to the battlefield at any time." Ulf said proudly.
"Oh, it's really good to be able to lead more than a hundred people, but it's a pity that Bai Shi went to another place and is not here. There is only one Freya's cat here." Guzlen said to Ulf with a smile.
"Cat?" Ulf was even more surprised after hearing this. What is this cat?
"If you are here for the white shirt, you will get to know him sooner or later." Guzlen said to Ulf.
"He is talking about Sven Hassteinsson, the adopted son of Halfdan the White Shirt, who currently leads the White Shirt Army in East Saxony." The Earl of Suffolk explained to Ulf.
"That's a fanatical guy. If I were his father, I wouldn't hand over the army to him." Guzlen frowned and shook his head. In his opinion, Sven was really an irrational leader.
"Sven Hassteinsson?" Ulf fell into deep thought. Since Halfdan in the white shirt is no longer here, how should he communicate with Iron Bones.
"Don't worry, Iron Bone's order is for you to support our cause. How about you temporarily join my army and serve me." Guzlen said to Ulf, although Ulf had more than a hundred people in his hands. It didn't hurt him, but Guzlen was interested in a brave warrior like Vargas, and thought it would be great if he could be brought under his command.
"Please let me think about it." Ulf nodded slightly. He needed to think carefully before making a decision. The pros and cons must be clearly thought out.
If you just join Guzlen's army, the advantage is, needless to say, that you can immediately obtain the protection of the powerful Viking king, have military supplies guaranteed, and even have allies in this area. But the disadvantages are also obvious. Becoming Guzlen's subordinates means that they have lost their independence and cannot fight according to their own wishes. When Ulf Tong came to support Baisha, he obtained from Iron Bone. Commitment to act independently.
Just when Guzlen was trying every means to win over Ulf and others, one of Guzlen's personal soldiers felt urgent to urinate. He walked out of the hall and went to the corner outside the castle, trying to make it easier, but he heard a man using flax The cage covered with cloth shook a few times.
"What's going on?" When the soldier who was accompanying him walked forward curiously, he thought that there was some kind of livestock under the linen cloth, but the cage was too big. Driven by curiosity, he couldn't help but pull open the linen cloth behind him. cloth.
"Oh~." When the linen was pulled open, he found that there was a big black wolf in the cage. He suddenly panicked and opened the cage, and the black wolf inside jumped out.
"Ahhhh~~." The soldier who was accompanying him immediately sat on the ground. He opened his mouth wide and looked at the big wolf in front of him in disbelief, but the black wolf's mouth was already close to him, with sharp teeth and scarlet tongue, moist His breath hit his face.
"Giggle." Even though he instinctively felt fear, the soldier crawled out from the pile of dead people. He quietly put his hand on the dagger at his waist, trying to pull out the dagger and kill the black wolf.
"Oh woo woo~~." Heitan felt the murderous intention. It narrowed its eyes and looked at it coldly, then let out a low roar and rushed out towards the hall.
