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Elied opened his bow and pointed it at the servant tied to the tree. When the soldiers left, he humorously placed a bitten red apple on the servant's head, as if It's a hint that the target is there.
"Don't worry, you never aim your arrows at the target." The soldier also said to his companion.
"That's right, one time he clearly aimed at an apple, but he hit the eye, tsk tsk." His companion also shrugged and said loudly.
"Creak." Eliide's bow was drawn, and the bowstring made a creaking sound. Hearing this creepy sound, the servant immediately expressed his willingness to tell everything he knew.
"Very good." Eliide released his finger on the string and nodded slightly.
The palace in Cornwall became turbulent due to the return of Elied, and the rulers had no time to notice Ulf and his party who broke into the border.
"Mou~~~." In the public long fields of the village, farmers were driving cattle to plow the land. The cattle raised their heads exhausted and made a dull sound toward the sky.
"Well." The farmer wearing a felt hat was sweating profusely from exhaustion. He took off his felt hat and wiped it. Then when he was about to immerse himself in work, he suddenly heard a woman's scream.
"What happened? Is it a robber?" When the farmers in Cornwall heard this, they threw down their plows and rushed to their huts to pick up pitchforks and wooden sticks.
Farmers usually seemed like docile sheep, but when faced with bandits invading their homes, they were still able to muster the courage to fight. Some farmers who had been drafted were even able to take out a spear.
"Quick, let the women and children hide." The village chief held the spear in his hand and shouted to the people around him wearing a felt hat.
"No, no, village chief, he's not a robber." But a farmer holding a pitchfork hurried over and said to the village chief out of breath.
"It's not a robber, what is it?" The village chief looked confused. In fact, it's not his fault for not being alert. Cornwall is a remote kingdom in the south far away from the invasion of Vikings. There are the Kingdom of Wessex and the Kingdom of Mercia in front of it. To withstand the Viking invasion, there is a wide English Channel to the south. It can be said that the people here are the most comfortable.
When the village chief hurriedly led the farmers to the entrance of the village, they were surprised to see the North warriors led by Ulf, scattered on the plain in front of the village, slowly walking towards them.
"Be alert." Ulf was holding a round shield and an axe, with black coal at his feet. Although the black coal allowed them to detect the enemy earlier, Ulf and his companions would not be careless. .
"The village in front is just right for a rest." Ange raised his head and saw the small village located on the plain, and said to Ulf.
"If they don't resist and are willing to provide us with food, they can stay." Ulf glanced at the peaceful village in front of him. It had been a while since they had been in Britain. This was the first time they had seen such a calm and peaceful village. .
You know, if it is a Wessex village or a Mercian village, the moment they see the Vikings appear, they will immediately turn around and run away, because they are well aware of the terror of the Vikings.
"Dang Dang Dang~~~." However, a series of metal knocking sounds sounded, which seemed to be the farmers in the village gathering. This was beyond Ulf's expectation. He did not expect that this group of farmers actually wanted to Resist them.
"Are they crazy?" Vargas couldn't help but mocked.
"No, they are just arrogant." A coldness flashed in Ulf's eyes. He knew that these farmers, who had been in peace for a long time, did not take the North people into their eyes at all.
"What should I do?" Vargas couldn't help asking.
"Raid, tell the soldiers, the raid has begun." But Ulf's mission was to create panic in the Kingdom of Cornwall, and use this fear to achieve Guzlen's order, so he raised the ax in his hand and shouted loudly commanded.
"Wow~~Huh~~." When they heard Ulf issuing the raid order, the tired North warriors immediately became more morale-y. Everyone knew that the start of the raid was the time to get the spoils for themselves, so they happily said The Viking roared.
The Cornish farmers were armed with pitchforks and old spears. They were tightly arranged in three lines according to the training they received in the castle. The tips of the spears and pitchforks in their hands were pointed at the enemy, but even though In this way, the village chief also knew that he was the only one among these people who had actually participated in the battle.
"Villagers, don't be afraid. The Lord will protect us and repel this group of barbarians. Remember what we usually entrust to you, and we will be able to drive them away. Think about our food, wives and daughters, they are right behind us." Foaming at the mouth, he raised his thick arm, pointed in the direction of the village, and said to the farmers.
"But those are the Vikings. They plunder everywhere, and the Wessex people are no match." However, some timid farmers still said cautiously.
"Yes, but this is Cornwall, and the men of Cornwall will not allow them to act recklessly." The village chief immediately interrupted the other party's words that affected morale, and encouraged him loudly.
"Oh oh oh~~~." The village chief's words had some effect, and the villagers seemed to feel that their arms were full of strength. Their eyes were fixed on the Vikings who were getting closer and closer, but those tall ones The Vikings looked so terrifying.
"Wow~~Hu~~~." The Vikings didn't seem to pay attention to the spear wall formed by the farmers at all. They didn't even form a shield wall, but raised their axes and Viking iron swords towards the farmers. Charge forward.
"Oh God!" These farmers were not professional warriors after all. When they saw this group of tall Vikings with black eyes and stern and ferocious faces, their calves couldn't help but tremble. Some of them immediately dropped their pitchforks. Leave without looking back.
"Damn coward, I remember you, come back soon." The village chief's face turned black with anger, but it was to no avail. Morale collapsed quickly, and the contradictions that seemed to be decent at first became loose.
"Waaaaah~~~." Vargas rushed into the spear wall with his round shield. His strong and tall body knocked away many people who were not determined, like a bowling ball. It's like hitting him.
"Attack, attack~~." Ulf watched Vargas rushing over and immediately shouted loudly. Soon the North soldiers charged over, and the poor peasant army was overwhelmed.
The village was burning, and the huts were burned in punishment. Because this time the operation needed to be fast, Ulf ordered the soldiers not to capture slaves, but to directly rob property and food.
"Oh." The village chief had a bloody face, his hands were tied behind his back, and he knelt down in front of Ulf. He raised his head with difficulty and looked at the blond, young and heroic Viking leader.
"Kill him and tie the body to the tree at the entrance of the village." Ulf sighed slightly. He was not qualified to be merciful, because this was an era where either you died or I died, and a single moment of weakness could bring endless troubles.
Executing the village chief and hanging his body served to warn the people throughout Cornwall of the horrors of the Vikings.
"His Majesty the King will avenge us." The village chief shouted loudly when he was taken away.
"Very good, we are waiting for him." Ulf raised his ax and said to the village chief.
News of the village attack was immediately passed to the Cornish court. They did not expect that the Vikings would suddenly attack them, and the courtiers quarreled with each other for a while.
"For decades, neither Mercia nor Wessex, nor the kingdoms in the north that were wiped out by the Vikings, have been as peaceful as us. Now the Vikings have suddenly attacked us. This is all because His Highness is close to Wesseck. Because of Sri Lanka.”
"Nonsense, I think these must be a band of pirates from afar. We just need to destroy them without making a fuss."
"I heard that Wessex is fighting a large army of Dongmin. I dare to swear on my father's name that it must be coming from that way."
In the huge palace hall, Princess Rotred sat bored on the chair, listening to the courtiers attacking each other, completely ignoring her as the real ruler of Cornwall. After all, she His son is just a teenager.
"Click~~." But what concerned Princess Rotrid the most was another thing. Eliide leaned against the pillar. He silently took an apple and took a bite, and the juice flowed down. The corners of his mouth were flowing, but Eliide's eyes were always staring at Princess Rotrid. This gaze made the princess feel shivers down her spine.
"Did he discover something?" Princess Sigrid couldn't help but swallowed her saliva and tried to avoid Elied's terrifying hand. It seemed that his eyes were like the whip in the hand of the judge. General.
"Your Highness, we should organize an army to eliminate this Viking pirate force as soon as possible." A courtier said loudly to Sigrid.
"This is true, but we must first determine whether it is a bait. If it is a bait, we will not be sure of victory, and may even lose our few elite troops." Another courtier immediately retorted.
"Lord Elied, what do you think?" At this time, Sigrid showed a bright smile and looked at Elied hiding next to the pillar.
"Oh, Lord Eliid, you have the most say in military matters, please tell us!" The nobles and courtiers all looked at Elied with expectancy, so this matter was very difficult. Lied couldn't help but frowned.
Princess Sigrid had an eager look on her face, like a ruler who truly cared about the people's sufferings, but Elied knew very well that the princess's question to him at this time was nothing more than forcing him to make a statement. He is the only one in the palace who is truly capable of leading troops.
"This witch from West Frank wants to transfer me away." Eliide's eyes were shrewd. At a critical moment in the investigation of the king's death, he had obtained the key testimony of the servant, and of course he was unwilling to leave at this time.
"Your Highness, there is no intelligence that there are signs of a large-scale invasion by the Vikings." Elied threw the half-eaten apple to the servant in the corner, and then strode confidently to the center of the palace hall. The voice is loud.
"Oh, Lord Elied, you mean that the Vikings will not invade, but our villages have been burned down." Princess Sigrid frowned and said to Elied.
"I know that pirates of this level can order the Sheriff to lead the troops." Eliide said to the princess calmly.
"Then what if we lose our troops? Maybe this is a trap." Princess Sigrid immediately caught the loophole in his words and said to him.
"This~~." Eliide was speechless. He knew that if he continued to speak, the princess would blame all the failures on himself.
"Lord Elied, for the sake of the peace and tranquility of the kingdom, you should lead the troops to see for yourself. If they are just pirates, destroy them. If there is a large-scale enemy invasion, you can report it at any time." Princess Sigrid put her hands on Standing on the armrest, she raised her head and ordered to Elied.
"I am a subject of His Majesty the King, not yours. You have no right to order me." Elied was angered, and he immediately said loudly.
"His Majesty the King has passed away, and the prince has not yet held the anointing ceremony. Now I am in charge of the country. This is something that the nobles have discussed together, and it has also been approved by His Majesty Alfred." Princess Sigrid Seeing Eliide tearing his face, he said unceremoniously.
"Don't use the Wessex people to pressure me. I'm not afraid of them. I will deal with the Vikings as well." Elied waved his hand angrily, then turned around and strode out of the hall, leaving only the nobles looking at each other. They, as well as Princess Sigrid who was deep in thought.
"He shouldn't have any evidence yet." The princess thought in her mind. Under such pressure, if Eliide had evidence, he would definitely show it in front of the nobles. In this step, the princess won the bet again.
"Damn bitch, I won't let her." Eliide walked out of the palace angrily, but he was very angry in his heart, and he kept cursing.
"Sir, where are we going?" The attendant, who had been waiting outside the palace for a long time, looked at his angry master in surprise while holding the horse, and asked.
"Go to the military camp. Only there, with my soldiers, will the witch be able to do anything." Elied turned on his horse, glanced at the palace behind him, and whipped the horse under his crotch.
"Gray Law~~." The war horse neighed, carrying Eliide and galloping out, and the figure of Princess Sigrid appeared at the window. She looked at Eliide's back and couldn't help but clenched her hands. linen handkerchief.
"Your Highness, what are you going to do?" the palace minister stood behind her and asked in a low voice.
"Get rid of him, we must get rid of him." The princess said fiercely.
