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When Ulf saw Sigurd being killed on the wooden bridge, the Wessex people suddenly became extremely arrogant. Vargas, Anger and others behind him were about to move, but Ulf stretched out his hand to stop them. At this time, Gu Zilun and many earls were filled with indignation.
"Lord Guzlun, please let me go to battle." Scarface, the personal warrior guarding Guzlun, said to Guzlun, but Guzlun pondered, if even his personal warriors failed, then what would happen to him? The morale of one army would be greatly affected.
"Lord Guzlen, I have two warriors under my command. They are brothers. If we go together, they will definitely be able to kill this Knight of Anza." The Earl of Suffolk stood up and said to Guzlen.
"Yes." Guzlen nodded solemnly and asked the Earl of Suffolk to send out his warriors.
"My brother, under the watchful eyes of many counts and warriors, we will definitely be able to spread our reputation far and wide." The brother with brown beard and braid, shaved head, wearing leather armor, holding a Viking iron sword and round shield, said to himself said his younger brother.
"Of course, this is really a grand occasion." The younger brother carried a buckler and an axe. He shaved the sides of his head smoothly, but there was a braid on the top of his head, and the beard braid on his chin was carefully taken care of.
The two brothers stepped onto the wooden bridge with confident steps. They have been together since they were born. They have accompanied each other on the battlefield for many years. Their tacit cooperation is better than ordinary people. They may not be very strong when fighting alone, but the two brothers will be strong together. It's a nightmare for opponents.
"Oh!" Guzlen looked at the two brothers, and they boarded the wooden bridge in tacit cooperation. Their round shields were raised and lowered, like a small shield wall, and they were pressing towards the champion knight step by step. Everyone could not help but watch. One light.
"It seems that we can win this time." The Viking counts all smiled, and the decadent looks they had just seen were gone.
"Ping ping~~, bang~~." Soon there was the sound of metal collision on the wooden bridge, and the cheers of soldiers from both sides. The fierce confrontation attracted everyone's attention. No one noticed that on the water under the bridge A few floating reed pipes.
"For the glory of the king and the Lord~~." With a cry, when the champion knight roared, his big sword actually split the two brothers in half, and its terrifying destructive power was frightening.
"Damn it, we lost again." Guzlen couldn't help but cursed, and he angrily crushed his favorite silver wine glass in his hand.
Ulf frowned slightly. The strength and destructive power of this champion knight were of course amazing, but he relied on a sophisticated armor, a set of imitation classical fish scale armor. Even the axes of the Norse warriors were chopping, and the Viking The sharp thrust of the iron sword could not damage it at all. On the contrary, the strong champion knight held up his chest to resist.
"By the gods, where did these Ansa people find this monster?" The Earl of Suffolk took a breath. The two brothers under him were already at the top of their combat power, but they didn't expect to be killed so easily. , I couldn't help but feel shocked.
At the same time, the Earl of Suffolk was heartbroken. After losing these two powerful warriors, his military strength could be said to have dropped by half in an instant.
Suddenly, there was a rare silence in the Viking camp. The continuous killing of warriors was really frustrating and angry, especially under fair circumstances, they lost to the despised Ansa Knights.
"I invited this knight from West Francia. It cost a lot of money, but now it seems to be very cost-effective." As the champion knight monarch, the Earl said to Alfred and others with a proud look. said.
"He is indeed one like one of King David's three warriors, Jehovah Basheth." Isaac said with a rare compliment. His flattery was very particular. It can be said that he not only praised the bravery of the champion knight, but also praised him. Alfred's achievements were as great as those of King David.
Jehosh Bashel was a warrior under King David in the Old Testament. He was recorded as having killed 800 people. He was a rare warrior.
"A person's courage and force are not surprising. Any victory is the result of everyone uniting and adhering to their beliefs." But Alfred did not get carried away by the victory, he said modestly.
"Thank you Lord~~." Others quickly made the sign of the cross to express their firm faith.
At this moment, Guzlen looked around, and his eyes fell on the earls one by one. However, the usually unruly earls lowered their heads one by one. Warriors are the guarantee of force in the hands of the earls. , no one wants to take risks with the warrior in their hands.
"My lord, please let my warriors fight." At this time, Ulf walked out calmly and said loudly to Guzlen, trying to make all the counts hear clearly.
"Oh, Lord Ulf, do you have any outstanding warriors?" Guzlen was slightly surprised. Although he knew that Ulf had a flexible mind, he didn't know that he had powerful warriors.
"Forget it! How can a small lord from a remote place in Sweden have any powerful warriors?" But the other earls sneered. They didn't think that a small lord from East Hamar could actually hire a famous warrior. Warrior, and if you want to defeat the Unsa champion knight in front of you, I am afraid that you can only let a legendary warrior like Hastein, the adoptive father of Iron Bone Bjorn, take action.
"Ulf, we understand your desire to fight, but let's forget it!" the Earl of Suffolk dissuaded Ulf in frustration.
"Lord Guzrun, it's just a battle. Even if you lose, it won't damage your prestige. Or it won't be too late to let your personal soldiers take action after the result comes out." Ulf suggested to Guzrun calmly. .
"Well, that's what Sir Ulf said, then let him go to fight!" Guzlen pondered for a moment after hearing this, and felt that since no one dared to fight anymore, it would be better to let Ulf's people try, so he agreed to Ulf. Wolf's proposal.
"Yes." Ulf accepted the order and strode up to his companions.
"Ulf, let me fight." Vargas said impatiently.
"No, I should be given this opportunity." Ange shook off his long silver braid, put his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, and begged Ulf.
"No, you don't need to fight, Luther." Ulf shook his head slightly. Of course he believed in the fighting power of Vargas and others, but he believed that to deal with the champion knight in front of him, more shocking warriors must be used. That's right, this is also to show his face for the first time in front of Guzlen and the counts.
"Luthor?" But Ulf's words made Vargas and others very puzzled. They did not expect that Ulf would actually single out the taciturn Berserker to fight.
"That elm, what do you think?" Even Sigrid, who had been sneaking around, looked in disbelief. Although they knew that Luther's power and rage were terrifying, the champion knight opposite was very He is obviously a veteran of the battlefield, and his desperate brute force has no effect.
"I believe Luther can do it. What do you think, Luther, do you accept it?" Ulf, however, had full confidence in Luther. He said to Luther, who was sitting under a big tree to rest.
"Is he an Unsa?" Luther raised his head as usual, looked at Ulf and said to him.
"Yes, he is a warrior among the Unsa people." Ulf nodded and pointed to the champion knight who was showing off his power on the wooden bridge opposite.
"Huh~." Luther stopped talking, but he stood up. This action showed that he accepted Ulf's proposal.
"Wait a minute, you can't use ordinary weapons to deal with this knight." Ulf said to Luther who was about to go on stage.
"Huh?" Luther smeared the eyes behind his eyes with black dye and looked at Ulf, not understanding what he wanted to do.
"Also, the equipment also needs to be processed." Ulf looked at the leather armor on Luther's body and said to Luther.
When everyone was waiting impatiently, Luther put on a bear-headed hat and held a long-handled war hammer in his hand. This heavy war hammer could only be wielded by a berserker like Luther.
"Luther, look at the people on the bridge and tell me why you hate the Unsa people?" Ulf stood in front of Luther and asked him loudly.
"Damn the Ansa people, they killed my relatives and took away my son. I want to find my son." Luther stared at the Ansa knight on the wooden bridge and shouted to Ulf growled.
"That's right, kill those Ansa people, seize their dignitaries, and find out the whereabouts of your son." Ulf also roared in Luther's ear. He knew that the berserkers had the habit of taking mushrooms before the war. , the medicinal properties of poisonous mushrooms stimulate the animalistic nature of berserkers, but it also makes them lose their minds.
If an irrational berserker encounters a skilled and experienced warrior, it will be very dangerous. But Luther is different. He does not need to use drugs to stimulate his fighting power. His mental torture is enough to reach the point of addiction. The effect of mushrooms is also the unique feature of Luther, the berserker.
"Oh oh oh oh oh~~~." Ulf's words really aroused Luther's madness. The veins on his forehead popped out, the muscles on his arms bulged, and his eyes gradually changed. Got red.
"Go and defeat your enemy." Ulf patted Luther on the shoulder and said loudly to him.
"Luthor, if you die, I will dance and cheer in front of your ship's grave." Just as Luther stood up, Sigrid grabbed his arm and shouted to him.
"?" Luther's head was full of doubts at this time. He didn't understand why Sigrid would do this?
"So don't let me succeed." The corners of Sigrid's mouth twitched reluctantly, seemingly smiling, but there was no trace of smile in her eyes. What should have been sarcasm actually turned into concern.
Luther understood Sigrid's kind reminder, but at this time hatred had filled his heart. He clenched the warhammer in his hand, and with heavy steps, he rushed onto the wooden bridge like an elephant.
"Boom~~." When Luther jumped onto the wooden bridge, the entire wooden bridge seemed to be shaking. The champion knight had his back turned to him. After hearing the noise, he couldn't help but turned around and faced the wooden bridge with his sword. A berserker in bearskin.
"Wow~~huh~~."
"Wow~~huh~~."
"Wow~~huh~~~."
Seeing a berserker wearing a bearskin boarding the wooden bridge, the Viking warriors couldn't help but let out a Viking roar, cheering for this brave warrior.
"Ping, ping, ping~~." Luther held the war hammer in both hands, stepped on clumsy steps, stepped on the blood of the Northmen who were killed in front, and rushed towards the champion knight.
"Ange, go and warm the wine for me." At this time, Ulf, who was watching the battle, stared at the battle on the wooden bridge. His surging heart could not calm down for a long time, and he couldn't help but order Ange beside him.
"Warm wine?" Ange was very surprised. You must know that North people do not have the habit of drinking warm wine, and they were completely unable to understand the meaning of Ulf's words.
"Oh oh oh~~ping~~~." Luther held the war hammer and slammed it at the champion knight. The champion knight did not expect that the opponent would use such a powerful and uncontrollable weapon as the hammer. He hurriedly raised the big weapon in his hand. The sword clashed loudly, and the knight felt numbness from the tiger's mouth to his arms.
"Oh~~." But Luthor, who was in a frenzy, didn't give the champion knight a chance to react. He picked up the war hammer in his hand and struck it violently, not giving the champion knight a chance to breathe.
"Oh poof~~." The champion knight had no time to block with his sword, and forcefully received a hammer with his chest. However, he did not expect to face armor that could not be broken by an axe. After being hit by the war hammer, he suddenly felt Her chest was numb, her mouth was sweet, and blood spurted out.
The way the war hammer breaks is not with the sharp blade, but with heavy internal injuries. Even well-equipped and tough scale armor cannot withstand the attack of such a blunt weapon.
"Well, damn it." But the champion knight was a battle-hardened warrior after all. He hurriedly took a step back to avoid Luther's frantic attack. Then he picked up the big sword in his hand and slashed at Luther.
"Peng~~." But I didn't expect that when the invincible sharp sword in the knight's hand hit Luther's leather armor, it just made a muffled sound, as if it had hit a piece of wood.
"No, it's impossible, what's going on?" The champion knight could hardly believe his eyes. His sword could chop a set of chain armor into pieces.
"Tick tock, tick tock~~." Suddenly, the champion knight discovered that the bridge deck under Luther's feet was wet. After looking carefully, he found that the water was flowing from Luther's body.
"It's water. You actually soaked the leather armor with water." The champion knight was extremely shocked. You must know that the leather armor itself is heavy enough. If it is soaked in water, it will become extremely bulky, but Luther is wearing a water-soaked armor. The leather armor was cut hard against him.
"Ansa people, go to hell!" Luther's eyes were already red. He didn't even listen to what the champion knight was saying. He picked up the war hammer in his hand and hit the champion knight's iron helmet hard.
"Ping~~." There was a clear sound. After the champion knight was hit, he fainted on the bridge. Luther did not give up the attack. He rushed forward, raised the hammer in his hand, and slammed the champion knight.
"Oh woo~~." The sound of knocking sounded on the bridge. The people around seemed to be standing in front of a blacksmith shop. Blood flowed from the gaps in the armor. The knight's armor was riddled with cracks and a piece of it was dented. .
"Win." Seeing this scene, Ulf and others breathed a sigh of relief, and at this time Ange handed a leather bag to Ulf.
"Well, the wine is still warm." Ulf took the skin bag, touched the temperature on it, and said with a smile.
