Every time Luther's war hammer hit the corpse, everyone's hearts seemed to be hit at the same time. The originally fine scale armor was now scattered by Luther's hammer, and the corpse wrapped inside had already become Minced meat.
"This is the berserker of the Vikings." Seeing Luther beating the champion knight's body crazily, Isaac couldn't help but feel a toothache. He had long heard that there was a kind of warrior among the Vikings. Once angered, he would They will be violent and violent. They don't care about pain and death at all, and even regard death as the highest honor and destination.
"Who else is willing to go and accept the duel?" At this time, Alfred's military chief shouted loudly to the surrounding earls and knights.
However, no one responded. The brutal berserker Luther made the knights fearful. They thought they did not have the strength of the champion knight, so they could only respond in silence.
"Oh oh oh~~~." Luther raised the warhammer in his hand and roared in the direction of the Wessex army, his voice like a thunderbolt from the blue.
"Oh~~." A weak Wessex peasant soldier was so frightened by this bloody scene and Luther's roar that his face turned pale, the pitchfork in his hand fell, and his body stood upright and fainted. Fell in front of the formation.
"Take him away quickly." This embarrassing scene made the military commander extremely angry. He immediately waved his hand and ordered the soldiers to drag the timid peasant soldier away.
It can be said that this duel was a brilliant victory due to Luther's complete suppression. When Luther returned to the Vikings' position, he immediately attracted everyone's admiring eyes. They reached out to pat Luther's shoulders and In the back, I thought that this powerful berserker must have been personally blessed by Odin, so he was so brave.
"Luthor, here you go, the wine is still warm." Ulf smiled and handed the leather bag in his hand to Luther and said to him calmly.
Luther took the skin bag, raised his neck and drank the mead inside. Although the warm wine was a bit bitter, which made him frown, he didn't say anything.
"Lord Ulf, I really envy you to have such a brave berserker." Because of Luther's battle, Ulf, who was not valued by the earls, immediately became a favorite. Everyone knows that he has such a brave berserker. A count who is a powerful warrior is not weak in his own strength.
And it is common sense in war to be friendly with a powerful lord in case you need assistance on the battlefield.
"The Point Guard Is Here"
"Yes." There was a smile on the corner of Ulf's mouth. While he was pretending to be a coward with the earls, his eyes secretly looked into the river. The reed pipes were gone, and there was a shallow path on the grass beach on the river bank. , imperceptible water marks.
"Your Majesty, don't be discouraged. The duel is just to boost morale." In Alfred's military tent, the atmosphere was a bit depressing and serious, so Isaac comforted Alfred.
"I know that the war cannot be controlled by a duel. Has the morale of the soldiers been affected?" Alfred nodded slightly and said to Isaac.
"Of course, when facing such terrifying Vikings, many soldiers, especially the levied infantry, were frightened." The military chief said with a frown.
"The infantry recruits lack confidence, but as long as the knights and sergeants maintain their morale, it will be fine." Isaac said quickly.
Although Isaac's words are a bit exaggerated, they also tell the reality of Wessex's military. After all, the peasant soldiers recruited from the countryside lack the ideas and strength to defend the kingdom. On the contrary, the knights have a sense of honor. and the sergeants trained all year round in the castle are the backbone of the military.
"I want to go to mass." Alfred suddenly said to Isaac and others.
"Mass, at this time?" Isaac said in surprise.
"Yes, right now." Alfred suddenly took off his chainmail hood, revealing flaxen brown hair, his thin face, and his firm and powerful eyes.
"I understand, Your Majesty, I will call the priest to come and prepare." Isaac agreed quickly. He was about to leave the tent and call the priest, but he was stopped by Alfred.
"No, there is no need for the priest to come." Alfred stopped him.
"Your Majesty, what does this mean?" Not only Isaac, but also the military chief and Jacob looked at a loss.
In the continuous military camps of the Wessex people, the Wessex soldiers gathered in front of the bonfire. Some of them played the balalaika, some looked at the bonfire in a daze, and more people talked about this event. During the duel, they originally thought that the champion knight had completely suppressed the Vikings, but they did not expect that the other side sent berserkers and killed the champion knight with the most cruel means.
"Lord! There is no way we can defeat the barbaric Vikings."
"Shut up, under the leadership of His Majesty the King, we will definitely win."
"Ha, then why do we stay here but don't attack? No one can defeat those northerners. They are sent by the Lord to punish us for our original sins."
Everywhere you go, you can hear the demoralized words of the Wessex soldiers. They cannot blame everything on the Lord's will. If this is the Lord's will, then in other words, dealing with the Vikings is actually resisting God. will.
"Dang, Dang, Dang~~."
At this time, people heard some strange sounds. They looked in the direction of the sounds and were suddenly surprised.
"Eeeeeeeeeee~~~Hail Maria~~~~."
I saw the priests holding the cross and shaking the bells in their hands. The waiters behind them in white robes sang sweet hymns. The priests shook the incense burner and the incense was scattered.
"My lord!" The Wessex soldiers quickly took off their hats, knelt down on one knee and made the sign of the cross to the team, but what shocked them even more was that among the team, Alfred was wearing chain mail and Carrying a heavy cross.
"Your Majesty?" The earls and knights were very surprised. They did not expect Alfred to dress up like this, imitating the Passion of Christ.
"Oh~~." Alfred gritted his teeth and dragged the heavy cross, leaving deep marks on the ground.
"Your Majesty, there is absolutely no need for you to be like this." Isaac was behind him, extremely anxious. Alfred's body was actually not strong, it could even be said to be weak. In addition, he often flogged himself, leaving his body covered with scars. Now His self-inflicted abuse further weakened him.
But Alfred didn't care. He continued to drag the heavy cross. When he saw his king walking in like the crucifixion of Christ, the Wessex soldiers suddenly felt an unspeakable feeling in their hearts.
"Your Majesty." A knight strode forward and carried the cross behind Alfred. Someone took the lead and more people joined in. The morale that had been hit by Luther recovered in an instant. They were no longer afraid of the terrible Northern Vikings.
"Huh." When Alfred, surrounded by the crowd, returned to his tent after the parade, the military tent surrounding him was filled with cheers and voices praising Christ.
"Your Majesty, be careful with your body." Isaac touched the greasy sweat on his forehead and said to Alfred worriedly.
"Don't worry, my life belongs to the Lord, and only the Lord can recall him." Alfred's face turned rosy, as if he was really in good health, and this was supported by spiritual power. he.
"Your Majesty, the Vikings have sent an envoy." At this time, the military commander outside the military tent walked in with a serious face and said to Alfred.
"A messenger from the Vikings?" Alfred frowned. He didn't understand what the Vikings meant by sending a messenger at this time. Did they want to ask for peace?
"Bring them in."
"Dear King of Wessex, I have been ordered by King Guzrun to deliver the news." A short Viking came in. He looked at everyone in the tent, except In addition to Alfred wearing a crown, Isaac wearing a monk's robes who was not threatening, and scholar Jacob, they were the military chief in armor holding the hilt of his sword.
"Say it." Alfred was not surprised. This Viking knew their language. After so many years of looting and occupation, the Vikings gradually mastered the language of the Angsa people and often negotiated or declared war.
"Your Majesty, our two armies are facing each other across the river, and it is really impossible to tell the winner. Therefore, my monarch, King Guzlen, hopes that you can step back and make room for us to cross the river and set up our formation. Both sides will be in Austria. Under Ding's watchful eyes, how about a hearty fight to determine the winner?" The messenger said to Alfred in a eloquent manner.
"Oh?" Alfred frowned immediately. He didn't understand why Guzlen would make such a suggestion. Instinctively, he wanted to refuse because the Vikings were cunning and changeable and really untrustworthy.
"Your Majesty." The military chief rolled his eyes, and he immediately looked at Alfred.
"Your message has been brought to the envoy. You can go back now. I will give you a reply after considering it." Alfred glanced at the military chief and said to the envoy.
After the envoy left the military tent, the military chief began to explain to Alfred that he believed that he could agree to the Vikings' proposal. As long as half of their army crossed the river, he could lead an ambush army to raid, and he would definitely be able to defeat the Vikings. people.
"Your Majesty, no." But Isaac tried his best to stop it. He thought that the Vikings' proposal was very strange. The Vikings always like to set traps, and their proposal may have some evil intentions.
"But this is the best way to break the situation at the moment. Maybe the Vikings can't hold it anymore and want to end the war as soon as possible." The military chief immediately retorted to Isaac.
"Your Majesty, I always feel that there is a trap in it, but I can't explain it clearly." Isaac was scratching his head. He really couldn't figure out the trick, but he instinctively felt that it was not credible.
