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Black Tan passed by the accompanying warrior, its big tail swept the opponent's cheek contemptuously, and walked all the way towards the Lord's Hall, because it smelled the scent of Ulf, but its appearance caused a stir in the hall. There was a commotion, and no one would have thought that such a big wolf would appear here.
"Ah~~." The maids were panicked, and some guards nervously pulled out their weapons, but Heitan still got past them.
"What's going on?" People in the hall also noticed the commotion. They hurriedly looked over and were surprised to see a big wolf appearing in front of them.
"Please wait a moment." Ulf hurriedly stopped everyone who had drawn their weapons. He stopped in front of everyone, and an even more surprising scene appeared. The big and ferocious wolf actually squatted obediently under Ulf. Next to her husband, enjoying Ulf's touch.
"Is this your wolf?" Guzlen looked at the man and the wolf in front of him, his eyes widened, and he asked in surprise.
"Yes, it is my companion." Ulf nodded and explained the origin of Heitan to everyone. When Guzlen heard Ulf mention that this wolf was actually a wolf king, Now when he completely obeyed Ulf's orders, there was a complex look in his eyes that was difficult to detect.
"Don't worry, it won't hurt anyone without my order." Ulf smiled, patted Heitan's head, and said to Guzlen and the nervous warriors around him.
"Well, I believe you. It seems that you are not only a North lord and warrior, but also a wolf tamer." Guzlen sat down again, and he said to Ulf calmly, his eyes looking at the black coal and Ulf looked at each other.
"Wolf Tamer?" Ulf did not realize that this new title would rise among the Vikings.
"Then Lord Ulf, how about I not force you to become my subordinate, but to become my ally?" Guzlen put down the wine glass in his hand and said to Ulf sincerely.
"Allies?" Ulf looked at Guzrun curiously to determine whether his attitude was true or whether he was teasing himself, but he found that what Guzrun said was true.
"Yes, you can share the spoils of war with me, and I will not interfere in your battle. You can enjoy adventures and battles in Britain." Guzlen explained to Ulf.
Ulf pondered for a moment and then immediately agreed. This time there was no reason to refuse Guzlen's kindness, but the Earl of Suffolk was very surprised because he had never seen such a generous Guzlen. .
The banquet continued. Because of Vargas's performance, Guzrun's personal warriors no longer dared to look down upon Ulf and others. The Vikings respected the strong and hated the weak. If they behaved tough enough, they would be able to win their victory. friendship.
"I am preparing to attack Mercia." Guzrun was slightly drunk. He shook his head while holding the wine glass, grabbed Ulf's hand and said to him.
"Mercia?" Ulf thought for a moment. Mercia seemed to be a kingdom located in the north of West Saxon, in the middle of Britain. It should have signed a peace agreement with Guzrun.
"How long do you think our advantage can be maintained?" Guzrun held Ulf's hand, smelling of alcohol coming out of his mouth, his braided beard swaying on his chin, and he stared at Ulf closely.
"What's the advantage?" Ulf fell into deep thought. He didn't know if he could tell Guzlen about Alfred's rise, but it was very likely that he would laugh at him like others, so Ulf could only first Keep this prophecy deep in your heart.
"No, it won't be long, I know, it won't be long." But Guzlen didn't seem to expect Ulf to answer him. He murmured, then fell on the seat, and his body sank into the seat. He was fast asleep and seemed to have passed out drunk. Several soldiers who accompanied him immediately stepped forward and carried Guzlen and the chair to the bedroom.
"The advantage of the Vikings will no longer exist." Ulf shook his hand, which was held by Guzlen, and muttered to himself with a slight frown.
At the same time, Alfred was waiting for the arrival of someone in his palace, but he never wasted any time, so he opened the Bible and studied it carefully, even though he no longer knew that this Bible had been read by him. Hundreds of times, but he still never tires of it.
"Deng, Deng, Deng." There were footsteps in the dim palace. Alfred raised his head slightly from his seat, and saw a bald, red-haired, ugly monk approaching respectfully.
"My lord, your humble servant, Isaac has been ordered to come." Isaac held his hand and said humbly to Alfred.
"My friend Isaac, welcome back." Alfred closed the Bible. He would never smile. Perhaps the threat from the Vikings in the north had existed since he was a child, and both his father and brother were affected by it. In addition to suffering, this kind of pressure made him completely unable to feel the joy of the world.
"Thank you my monarch." Isaac quickly stepped forward, took Alfred's outstretched hand, and kissed the ring on the king's hand to express his loyalty.
"You did a good job in Cornwall, which effectively connected our alliance with Cornwall. The Queen of Cornwall also praised you greatly in the letter." Alfred nodded slowly. , he said to Isaac, pointing to a letter on the table that was opened with a sharp scissor knife.
"This is all due to the grace of the Lord and His Majesty's gospel." Isaac couldn't help but feel proud, but he still maintained restraint on his face as he said to Alfred.
"No, this is all the grace of the Lord. The poor King of Cornwall was called by the Lord. This is such a sad thing, but it is so just right. Thank you Lord." Young Alfred held his hands. , said piously.
"Huh?" Isaac was stunned for a moment. He designed to kill the King of Cornwall. If he didn't kill the King of Cornwall, he would have to wait at least twenty years to block the summons with his body. But he couldn't speak outright about murdering the leader of a country.
"In short, you did a good job in this matter, but we are facing bigger troubles. My spies learned that Guzrun's army was gathering at the border of Mercia, and the king of Mercia has asked me for help. What do you think? Alfred asked Isaac.
"This is a matter of time. Guzlen is an ambitious Viking king. In my opinion, his prey may not only be Mercia." Isaac raised his eyes and looked at Alfred , and then expressed his thoughts. He knew that Cornwall's reward seemed to be hopeless, and he only hoped to use his own words to make the king take him seriously.
"Oh?" Alfred was slightly surprised, because among the entire Wessex courtiers, only Isaac had this view.
"After taking care of Mercia, Guzlen's next target will definitely be us. No, he is even like a hungry wolf, he can't wait to swallow us." Isaac's eyes were filled with wisdom. , contrary to his ugly appearance, this actually aroused Alfred's curiosity.
"But the bishop and other ministers believe that we have handed over enough Danish gold, and it will be useless for them to attack us." Alfred touched his temples with his fingers, he tilted his head and looked at Isa gram.
"That's because the bishops and ministers' views on the Vikings are still based on their previous experiences. In fact, in my opinion, Guzlen is different from other Vikings. He is not a plunderer, he is a conqueror. "Issac said to Alfred almost word for word.
"Conqueror?" Alfred sat up straight, his brows furrowed, a little upset by Isaac's words.
"That's right, what they long for is no longer gold and silver, but the land, the land under our feet, the land of our ancestors, the land cultivated by our people." Isaac's voice could not help but raise a few pitches, this is The result of what he had been observing about the Vikings.
"One Sword Dominates"
"Then what should we do? We are no match for the Vikings at all. We can do almost nothing except surrender." Alfred said with some chest tightness, and he was even a little discouraged.
"Your Majesty, I have never believed that there are invincible enemies in this world. If there are, it is because we have not found their weaknesses." Isaac bowed deeply to Alfred. said.
"Issac, what do you mean, you already have a way to defeat them?" Alfred looked at the inconspicuous monk in front of him in surprise. He instinctively didn't believe it, but he couldn't help but have a glimmer of hope.
"The Vikings are best at raiding and running away after a fight, and their longships come and go without a trace. Our land and Mercia's land are crisscrossed by rivers and waterways, which have become their natural attack channels. If it were before, we would have been unable to do anything. , but now that Guzlen wants to occupy the land, he will not leave easily. On the contrary, I think this is a good time to eliminate the Vikings." There was a light in Isaac's eyes, which was confident and powerful. Alfred was stunned when he saw the light of reason, because this was what he had been pursuing.
"But our people are no match." Alfred said.
"But we have a large number of people. If the Vikings didn't always take advantage of the autumn harvest season to attack, our conscripts would have to go back to harvest wheat over time. We would not have lost." Isaac became more confident as he spoke, He placed the results of his research in front of Alfred.
"I have ordered each county chief to build a standing army." Alfred also saw this, and he felt that he coincided with Isaac.
"The Vikings still have a fatal weakness." Isaac raised a finger and said to Alfred.
