The Irish did not expect that they would lose so miserably. The Vikings almost suppressed them and beat them, trailing behind them like shepherds chasing their lambs. However, the Irish who returned to the town invisibly spread fear among the people. Among his compatriots, the injured soldiers with broken arms and legs were wailing. The warriors who used to be high-spirited leaned against the wall with their heads hanging down, holding the broken Kate sword in their hands.
"Lost, how is it possible?" The red-haired boy was watching all this in the crowd. He was stunned and couldn't believe his eyes.
But what he saw in front of him made him unable to refute. The Irish warriors lost to the Vikings, and the civilians in the town suddenly panicked. They reinforced the city wall and tried to organize a resistance force, but the Vikings led by Halfdan had already appeared. Outside the town, bursts of horns and drums threatened the people in the town.
"What should we do now? We no longer have the ability to fight." The leader here was sitting in a Kate-style house. He drank one glass after another in frustration, completely losing his former heroic spirit.
"God will save us." The monks tried their best to comfort the leader.
"No, God has abandoned us. We will die under the axes of the Vikings." The leader covered his face with his rough hands and said to the monks in a sad voice.
The monks looked at the leader who had lost his fighting spirit, clasped his hands helplessly, and prayed to the Lord in their hearts, hoping that a miracle would save them from this terrible catastrophe.
"Perhaps, we can buy them with money." Suddenly, the leader raised his head and said to the monks, and this method was a method that the nobles of various countries on the British Isles had long used.
"Chief, these Vikings are insatiable. Even if we give them money, they will crave for more endlessly." The monks thought this was a stupid approach, because it was impossible for the Vikings not to drain them dry. Won't give up.
"But when they break through the city gate, won't everything we have still fall into their hands?" the leader asked in confusion.
"But at least we have maintained our honor and loyalty to the Lord." One of the monks, who was thin and with a snow-white beard hanging from his chin, stepped forward and pressed the leader's shoulders and said to him.
"Honor, loyalty?" The leader fell into silence. He was at war with nature and man in his heart, whether to save the town or fight to the death.
"We have surrounded them." Halfdan's royal warriors said to the white-shirted Halfdan, looking at the town like a panicked rat.
"Very good, continue to put pressure on them." Halfdan now put on a white coarse linen shirt, holding an ax and a buckler, walking among his warriors, looking at this group of strong men, He was filled with pride for the soldiers wearing iron helmets and chainmail.
If possible, he hoped to lead them all the way to the battlefield where they died in battle, board a flying longship, go to the Valhalla Temple, and have dinner with the great father of the gods Odin and the Nordic gods. tells the story of their great adventure.
"I suggest that a group of prisoners be killed to intimidate the people in the city." The royal warrior suggested to Halfdan.
"No, those captives will be more useful to us if sold as slaves." Halfdan shook his head. Unlike his murderous adopted son, he would not waste the lives of captives in an attempt to please Odin, because he understood What Odin really likes is the bloodshed on the battlefield.
Halfdan raised his eyes and looked in the direction of the Irish city walls. These walls were very long. Although they seemed to surround the entire town, they were full of holes. Maybe the Irish thought it was impossible for anyone to dare to attack their town. Bar!
"Hulala~~."
The wind blew up the local Irish flag on the city wall. Looking at the flag fluttering in the wind, the Irish people in the city had no morale at all. They looked numbly at the top of the city, waiting for the last moment of the Viking attack. Judgment Day General.
"Don't be afraid, Irish warriors, you should fight and use your blood to water the ground under your feet." But at this moment, a loud voice came out in the town. The Irish looked up and found that it was a man holding a The red-haired boy broke the shield and the old spear. He held up the spear and shield in his hands, wore a hat woven with clover on his head, and shouted loudly.
"Who is he and what is he doing?" The Irish people looked at him in surprise, wondering why this red-haired boy dressed up like this.
"Fight hard, fight hard~~~."
But the red-haired boy ignored those strange looks. He raised the spear in his hand and shouted all the way. A group of urchins who didn't know why happily picked up wooden sticks and followed behind him, as if they were a strange and strange army. .
"This must be a leprechaun transformed from the soul of our ancestors!" Just when the Irish people were very surprised, an old woman with a hunchback and a cane, all her teeth missing, and her face covered with wrinkles, said tremblingly.
"Leprechaun?" The Irish were all shocked. Although they accepted the Catholic faith, the remaining Kate culture still flowed in their blood, and the leprechaun was a creature from their ancient myths and legends. This kind of creature is suitable for both good and evil. , mysterious and unpredictable.
"Oh oh oh, so the souls of our ancestors are still blessing us?" After listening to the old man's words, many Irish people began to gain morale, and their courage returned to them, and the feeling of decadence was swept away.
The Irish gathered together, they armed themselves, demolished everything useless, and fortified their town walls in an attempt to challenge the Vikings.
But among this group of angry people, an out-of-place figure was hiding in the darkness of the alley. He pulled up the hood on his head, his eyes full of indifference, as if the life and death of this group of people had nothing to do with him.
"It's unnecessary." This person is the traveling businessman Casper. He seems to be troubled by the current high morale of the Kate people.
With the news of the legendary red-haired leprechaun appearing, the Irish warriors regained their fighting spirit, which surprised the Vikings stationed outside the town. They did not expect this to happen. It was expected that the Irish should leave the city and surrender. That's right, he actually wants to fight against them with the help of the old, weak, women and children in the city wall.
"Now it's interesting." Halfdan put the ax on his shoulder. The beard braid hanging down on his chest shook a few times, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.
As a horn sounded, the Vikings held up their round shields and formed a shield wall to advance towards the city wall. The arrows and stones above the city wall hit the shields without stopping the Vikings at all. With human footsteps, they approached the city gate.
"Whoosh~~."
The Viking longbowmen also lined up and fired arrows at the city wall. The arrows were like rain, hitting the Irish who were not afraid of death.
"Boom~."
At this time, the wooden bumper hidden in the buckler close to the city gate quickly knocked on the gate, and the originally heavy gate made a creaking sound, like an overwhelmed old man.
With a roar, the door was knocked open. The Vikings roared, raised their axes, and rushed into the town. This torrent of attack quickly overran a group of Irish spearmen who tried to stop them. scattered.
"Hold on, the lucky leprechaun is on our side." The Irish leader was wearing a war robe and holding a Ketli sword. He desperately commanded his warriors in an attempt to drive the Vikings out entirely.
"Ping~."
But this group of Vikings wielding long-handled axes mercilessly killed those who blocked them. The shields were as thin as paper in front of them. Each Irish warrior was hacked to death, and blood flowed on the ground. Soon it gathered into a small stream, flowing tricklingly.
"Oh, why, didn't there appear leprechauns?" When the battle reached ten minutes after sunset, even though the Irish fought bravely, they were no match for the Vikings. The leader, with wounds on his face, leaned on He leaned his sword against the ruins of the wall and said in confusion.
"Maybe that's not the leprechaun at all, or maybe the leprechaun is simply lying to you." At this time, Casper came out from behind the wall, and he said to the leader who was at the end of his rope.
"What?" The pupils in the leader's eyes shrank suddenly, then his lips trembled, the hand holding the sword weakly let go, and the sword fell to the ground with a loud sound.
"Your defeat is certain." Casper shook his head slightly and said to the leader.
"Damn it, I'm not willing to give in! I really want to kill a few more hateful Vikings before I die." The leader leaned against the wall and sat on the ground, he said unwillingly.
"I can't help you defeat the Vikings, but I can still help you kill a few Vikings." Capas said to the exhausted leader.
"Oh, what can you do?" The leader looked at the traveling businessman in front of him in surprise, not believing that he could help him kill the Vikings.
"I can help you kill the Viking leader, how about, I just need a little help from you." Capas put down his hood and said slowly to the leader.
"You?" The leader's eyes trembled slightly, and he opened his mouth and said to Casper.
The last scene that impressed the leader's eyes was a sharp dagger cutting his neck quickly and agilely, but the other party was so fast that he could hardly feel any pain.
"Your head will be used to the extreme, don't worry." Casper said calmly to the leader with his eyes wide open.
At this time, the Vikings were killing people throughout the town, and the Irish resistance completely angered them. Since the weak were unwilling to surrender and offered gold coins as ransom, they could only offer their blood to the likes for so long. The murderous Norse gods.
"Kill them all, but take away the women and children as slaves." Halfdan was not a benevolent ruler. He waved his strong arms and said loudly to his warriors.
Fires shot into the sky, and the Viking axes and chains became a nightmare for the Irish. Many of them did not understand why the leprechauns they believed in did not bring them victory, but instead presented this hellish scene before their eyes.
Among the ruins, there was a red-haired boy wearing a hat woven with clover. He looked at the flames and killings in front of him, as if he was sleepwalking, walking aimlessly, stepping on the stream of blood under his feet.
"Fire, death, why?" He murmured to himself, completely unaware that it was him dressing up as a leprechaun that caused the scene before him to happen.
"Hey." Suddenly, a Viking warrior saw him and immediately strode over. When he saw that it was a young man, he put down the ax in his hand and tied him with a rope and pulled him. The rope carried him away.
"Oh wow." The young man staggered, and the clover hat on his head fell to the ground, rolling with the wind, passing by the remains of corpses and broken walls.
The slaves usually stayed together. Halfdan took his royal personal soldiers to inspect. Looking at the slaves sitting on the ground, he touched his braided beard and nodded with satisfaction.
"Sir, a slave trader is here." At this time, a North warrior reported to Halfdan.
"Oh?" Halfdan was slightly surprised. He didn't expect to meet a slave merchant there. This was a good thing, because transporting these slaves away would involve food supply, transportation, and losses along the way.
"Yes, but this businessman is a little different." The North warrior who reported the report hesitated for a moment and said to Halfdan.
Casper held the leader's head respectfully, and he patiently waited for Halfdan's arrival, because he believed that Halfdan would definitely see him in person.
"Did you kill their leader?" Sure enough, a rough voice sounded. Halfdan walked up to Casper, but several royal warriors immediately appeared on the left and right of Casper. He placed his hand on the hilt of the sword vigilantly. If Casper made any abnormality, he would kill him immediately.
"Dear Bai Shi, I am the only slave trader here, and of course I brought the leader's head as a gift." Casper smiled and said to Halfdan in skilled Norse language.
"Oh, that's interesting." Halfdan raised his eyebrows. He looked at Casper in front of him. This was an ordinary-looking man who would disappear when thrown into the crowd, but the bloody head in his hand looked like It's telling his difference.
"I am willing to buy all the slaves you have at the right price." Casper narrowed his eyes and said with a raised corner of his mouth.
"This is not bad, it saves us a lot of energy." Halfdan laughed and said to the royal soldiers around him, but when Casper also smiled, he kept a straight face and said: " But do you think I would believe that a guy like you is a slave trader? Catch him."
"Sir?" Casper was slightly surprised. He didn't expect that Halfdan wouldn't give him any chance.
