In the spacious hall, ale barrels were piled randomly in the corner. The servants kept bringing food up with frightened faces. From the side door of the lord's kitchen, through a narrow spiral staircase, they entered the hall. At the corner of the dark staircase, they It was another scene, with loud and rude voices coming, and piles of candles lit, making the whole room brightly lit.
"Let us raise a glass to pay tribute to Lord Ulf." Guzrun sat among the people. He raised the golden wine glass in his hand, his cheeks were rosy, and the beard on his chin was shiny.
"For Lord Ulf." The surrounding North warriors raised their glasses to pay tribute to Ulf beside Guzlen.
"For Odin." Ulf glanced at the North warriors who were raising their glasses. There was a faint smile on his face. The smile was just right. It would neither make people feel cold nor make others feel weak. .
"If Lord Ulf hadn't occupied this castle, not only would we have to sleep in the open air, but we might also be cut off by the hateful Wessex people, so no amount of praise can be exaggerated." Guzrun said loudly to the North. said the warrior.
"That's right." The North soldiers all nodded, agreeing with Guzlen's statement.
And this is also a fact. Without the food, grass and shelter provided by Cornwall, they may face great danger. What's more, when Guzlen led the Viking warriors to the castle, they were even more worried. Surprisingly, such a large city wall and numerous sentry towers, even if you lead a large army to siege it, would be impossible to break through within a few months, but it was actually conquered by more than a hundred people led by Ulf.
"Does Lord Ulf know magical witchcraft?"
The North soldiers who walked into the city gate couldn't help but become suspicious, and some even secretly believed that Ulf was the incarnation of a certain god.
"Can an ordinary man be able to tame such a huge black wolf?"
When many North soldiers passed through the city gate and came to the fortress in the castle, they saw Ulf standing tall and generous in the British castle, with a tall and tall figure, proud and confident, and the huge head lying at his feet. The big black wolf, just when a ray of sunlight slanted on Ulf, was shining brightly in the direction of Guzlen and the Viking army, and the side facing away from them was in the shadow of the fortress.
"Thank Odin, thank the gods." Ulf looked at Guzlen and the Viking warriors in front of him and said loudly to them.
"Ouch." When Ulf finished his words, the black wolf at his feet raised his neck and roared.
"Grey Law~." The horse-riding Assault warrior suddenly felt the threat, and immediately neighed. Fortunately, the North warrior on his back held the reins desperately and did not fall off the horse.
"Thank the gods." Guzlen's eyes flickered for a moment, but he immediately returned to normal, stepped forward, opened his arms, and hugged Ulf.
"I heard that you encountered an assassin on the road?" Ulf gave Guzlen a bear hug and asked curiously while welcoming him into the fortress.
"Have you heard?" Guzlen paused slightly and said to Ulf.
"The envoy you sent told me. Do you know who sent it?" Ulf shrugged and said to Guzlen.
"Who else could it be? It's not a boy from Wessex. I thought he was also a man, but he used such insidious methods." Guzlen waved his hand disdainfully and said to Ulf.
"It seems that the King of Wessex has done whatever it takes to win. Please allow me to host a banquet for you and your warriors." Ulf made an invitation gesture and let Guzlen into the Lord's Hall. among.
When the banquet began, Guzrun toasted to Ulf enthusiastically, and the scene was very cheerful for a time, but Vargas and others sat aside with displeased expressions on their faces.
In their opinion, it was Ulf who conquered the castle, but Guzrun acted like a master and took away the glory that originally belonged to Ulf.
"Humph." Vargas drank all the wine in the glass. He knocked the glass heavily on the table and wiped the corners of his mouth.
"That's enough. Guzlen is the king of all Danes. It's our honor to be able to entertain him." Ange comforted her from the side. Although she felt a little uncomfortable, she knew very well that at present, both in terms of reputation and strength, , Ulf even succumbed to Guzrun, not to mention that there is nothing shameful for the North people to follow the strong.
"Oh, Lord Ulf, you think we can't defeat Wessex at all, are you wrong?" Suddenly, Ange heard that Ulf had a dispute with one of Guzlen's leaders, and he was slightly surprised. He raised his head and looked over.
"Yes, if we can't change the way we fight, I'm afraid we will be kicked out of the British Island one day." Ulf sat next to Guzlen. He took the wine glass slowly and shook it gently. This silver goblet in hand.
Although he knew that not all poisons would react with silver, in order to avoid being plotted, Ulf usually used silver goblets.
"Lord Ulf, you seem to be very sure?" Guzlen didn't take this dispute to heart at first. After all, disputes and fights were common at Norse banquets, but when Ulf almost It was when he said categorically that the Northmen could not defeat Wessex for a long time that it aroused his curiosity.
"It should be like this." Ulf nodded slightly, put the silver wine glass in his hand on the table, and said to Guzlen.
"Oh, is this some kind of prophecy?"
"Ominous prophecy."
"Lie! How can those weak Ansa people be our opponents?"
Ulf's words caused a commotion in the hall, and many North soldiers whispered to each other. If an ordinary North man, or even an ordinary lord, said such words, people would think it was just drunk talk, or cowardly. However, when these words appeared in the mouths of the wolf tamer and Ulf who easily captured the castle, people had to take them seriously.
"Lord Ulf, have your words shaken the confidence of our soldiers?" Guzlen frowned. If the person who said this was not Ulf, he would probably take advantage of the alcohol and use it directly. The ax struck his head.
"Lord Guzrun, we Northmen have been able to dominate Britain for decades and wipe out many kingdoms because of our strong maritime mobility and the bravery of our warriors. However, once this tactic is used to or seen through, it is very easy. Cracked, that's what I'm worried about." Ulf sighed softly and said to Guzlen.
"Oh?" Guzlen didn't expect Ulf to say this, and couldn't help but be stunned.
