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Hundreds of round Viking shields were connected to each other, surrounding an open space, forming a duel venue. The Viking warriors held up their shields and struck the shields with their axes, making a dull sound. The sound was like a battle horn, and the protagonist in the center of the duel was none other than their leader, the famous white-shirted Halfdan.
However, what is strange is that Halfdan's opponent is neither a famous Norse warrior nor a foreign knight, but just a weak-looking red-haired boy who is only about fifteen years old. , shirtless, wearing a pair of Irish-style trousers, holding a Kate iron sword that was completely inconsistent with his identity.
"Young man, you should feel honored. Not many people can enjoy such an honor." Halfdan in white shirt turned the sword in his hand sideways. He grabbed the tip of the sword with his left hand, twisted it gently, and pointed it at the red-haired boy. Said, regardless of whether he could understand or not.
In fact, Halfdan did not need such a large battle at all, but he had just conquered an Irish tribe, which put him in a very good mood, and dueling was the North's favorite activity. Even if his opponent was just a slave boy, he would Prepare to go all out, and the battle formation is exactly the same as other warriors who come to challenge. After all, Halfdan once swore to the ring of Thor that he would take every duel seriously.
The red-haired boy held the sword in his hand, his brows were furrowed, his clear eyes were full of childishness and innocence, but he roared in anger, waving the sword in his hand and rushed towards Halfdan, like a A child who doesn't know how to use a sword at all, but is so talented at it.
"Ha, didn't your father teach you how to use a sword?" White-shirted Halfdan dodged briskly while blocking with the Viking iron sword in his hand. The swords collided with each other and made a crisp sound, but he didn't do anything. He had no intention of killing the red-haired boy.
"Hahahaha~~." Seeing Halfdan teasing the Kate boy with his sword as if teasing a child, the Vikings who were watching laughed, and some even took it from their friends behind them. Ale, enjoy the ale while watching this comical duel.
Casper stood among the crowd. His eyes were cold and emotionless. He reached out and touched his chin, as if he was watching the duel with interest like everyone else.
"Hoo, ho, ho." The red-haired boy swung the iron sword a few times, seeming to have exhausted all his strength. After all, how could a young man's physical strength be comparable to that of an adult? What's more, Halfdan in white is a man who has experienced many battles. A warrior, even if he fights with a playful attitude, the red-haired boy cannot hurt him at all.
"Have you no strength? What a pity. This reminds me of my adopted son. When he was as old as you, he was able to fight me back and forth." Halfdan shook his head slightly, and he Leaning his sword on the ground, he didn't know why when he looked at the red-haired boy in front of him who was completely different from his adopted son, he felt that they were very similar.
Halfdan frowned and tried his best to drive this ridiculous thought out of his head. How could a mere Irish slave boy be compared with his carefully cultivated adopted son? The greatest warrior and leader among the Sri Lankan people.
Casper, who was in the crowd, had a panoramic view of everything on the duel field. He slowly put his hand on the medal around his neck, then put one end of the red copper medal into his mouth, and gently It started to blow.
This medal, which was as big as a silver coin, had an inconspicuous hole on the edge. When Casper blew the hole, an invisible sound came out through the medal, and this sound was noisy in the venue. The Vikings were walking among the crowd, but no one noticed. There was only an old dog that was looking for leftovers at the foot of the crowd. It turned around and ran elsewhere as if it had been stabbed by a needle.
"Ugh~~." The red-haired boy holding the sword with trembling hands suddenly stiffened. Every inch of his muscles seemed to be trembling slightly due to pain and fear. He let out a whimper and knelt on his knees. On the ground, he lowered his head as if he had given up everything.
"What, have you already given up? Don't worry, kid, I won't kill a surrendered slave." White-shirted Halfdan shook his head in disappointment. He even felt a little bored and regretted why he agreed to do this. A stupid duel, even the Vikings who were watching booed.
Just as Halfdan shook his head and was about to turn away, he saw the royal warrior behind him, a look of horror suddenly appeared on his face, and the pupils of his eyes instantly dilated due to excessive fright. The strange scene made Halfdan's body dwarf instinctively. Regardless of this small movement, it had saved his life countless times on the battlefield.
"Buzz~~." The sword edge passed by the braid on the top of Halfdan's head. A few strands of Halfdan's hair fell instantly. He bent down and took a strong step, rolled on the spot, turned over and stood up. But I saw an incredible scene.
I saw that the red-haired boy seemed to be a different person at this time. His red hair was flying in a mess, and his hand and arm holding the sword were actually much stronger, and his tight muscles were completely different. The frail young man just now.
"Huh~."
"Hang~."
A crisp collision sounded, and the red-haired boy swung his sword at Halfdan. Halfdan was forced to raise his sword to deal with it. This time, the feeling was completely different. There was no soft touch. On the contrary, it was like he was dealing with a sword. A seasoned warrior.
"Odin, what is going on?" This strange situation in front of him shocked Halfdan. What kind of power could turn a weak young man into a seasoned swordsman in an instant? .
"Oh oh oh." The North people who were watching without knowing why were also surprised when they saw this scene. They didn't expect that the boy who was teased just now could actually force Halfdan back step by step.
"My lord, be careful of tricks. Please let us help you." The royal warrior said hurriedly to Halfdan.
"Hmph, don't worry. No matter what kind of trick it is, I, Halfdan in white, will not be afraid." But Halfdan refused. He didn't want to defeat a challenger with his own guards in full view of the public. juvenile.
But the clarity in the red-haired boy's eyes was completely gone at this time. Instead, he was filled with a strong murderous aura. He held the sword in his right hand, leaned down, pressed his left hand lightly on the ground, and bent his legs slightly, like a sword ready to go. of arrows.
"Huh?" Halfdan held his sword in front of him and frowned. This young man's strange movements were not something that could be practiced in just a few days. This was a swordsmanship that was achieved after years of training.
"Ping~." Just as Halfdan was thinking, the red-haired boy suddenly jumped up and stabbed him like an arrow.
Halfdan hurriedly waved his sword to block. Every muscle in his body had been sharpened by countless battles, and his instinctive reaction was able to make the most appropriate counterattack. Therefore, even though the red-haired boy's attack seemed strange, he still Didn't take it to heart.
"Hang~." With a crisp sound, Halfdan was one step ahead. He knocked away Kate's iron sword from the red-haired boy's hand. The iron sword spun several times in mid-air before falling to the ground.
All the Vikings watching believed that Halfdan had won the victory, and even he thought so.
"Pfft~~." But Halfdan didn't expect that his abdomen suddenly hurt. When he lowered his head, he saw that the red-haired boy had a very small bone knife hidden in his hand. Although this sharp knife was inconspicuous, , but at this time it penetrated Halfdan's lower abdomen.
"Ahhhhh~~." The red-haired boy tightened his grip on the knife and slashed upwards. If he succeeded, Halfdan would be disemboweled. Most people would have fainted from the severe pain, but Halfdan Dan seemed extremely calm at this time. He pressed hard with his hands, then raised his foot and hit the red-haired boy in the stomach.
I don't know if the red-haired boy used too much force, or if he reached the limit, but he was kicked unconscious by Halfdan. At this time, the royal soldiers rushed over and supported Halfdan.
"Go call the priest immediately." The royal warrior quickly shouted loudly.
Several other royal warriors immediately drew out their iron swords and walked up to the red-haired boy, preparing to chop him into pieces.
"Stop, lock him up first." But Halfdan waved his hand. Although his face was pale, he stopped his royal personal soldiers.
"Go and catch that damn slave trader." The royal warrior nodded and asked people to catch the fainted red-haired boy. Then they sent people to find Casper, but they couldn't find him in the crowd. to the mysterious slave trader.
Halfdan was carried away by the warriors with shields. Several priests of Odin came hurriedly. They used herbs and needles to help Halfdan heal, but the wound was too serious. They could only do their best, and the rest I can only pray to the gods.
At the same time that Halfdan was attacked, Guzrun was standing in his camp tent. He was supposed to be resting in the tent, but at this time his naked upper body was covered with blood. If you look carefully, there are several blood stains. He saw an assassin wearing a cloak lying at his feet. The eyes of this assassin's face had become two bloody holes, which were caused by Guzlen's two thumbs. The corpse's chest Already smashed.
"Oh, sir, are you okay?" Several guards staggered over. They all covered their heads and shook desperately to stay awake.
"It's okay." Guzlen gasped and said loudly.
"It's medicine. Damn that guy, he actually drugged us." The personal guard looked at the dead assassin in the tent and said with contempt.
"I know, but luckily I don't like drinking other people's wine." Guzlen squinted his eyes. He didn't expect the assassin to be so bold. He disguised himself as a local squire and donated a batch of malt wine on the pretext of asking for protection. , but in fact anesthetics were placed in the finest barrels.
If Gu Zilun hadn't been vigilant, he might have become the assassin's victim, but the unlucky assassin was killed by Gu Zilun with his bare hands.
"Who did it?" the personal guard said angrily. The Vikings' character of revenge made them extremely shameless towards such sneaky behavior.
"Who else wants my life besides Alfred?" Guzlen smiled contemptuously and said to his guard.
