When the hot broth was splashed on the three North warriors, blisters immediately appeared on their arms, faces and chests.
They howled in pain, and looked angrily in the direction of the broth thrown at them, only to see Ulf sitting at the table, glancing at the three of them indifferently.
"You bastard, how dare you throw broth at us."
One of the rude North warriors roared angrily.
"Human? I only saw three wild dogs."
But Ulf crossed his arms, leaned back tactically, looked at the three of them contemptuously and said. At this time, the cooks in the kitchen were so frightened that they shrank into the corner.
It was obvious that these Northmen were ready to fight.
Although in the castle, they saw that the Norse people often fought with each other, and even killed people.
But I don’t know why, but I felt it this time.
This North warrior who threw the broth was trying to protect them, and he couldn't help but feel good about them.
The three North warriors looked at Ulf, and they recognized him as a North lord next to Guzrun.
However, they will not be deterred by this.
After all, they are not affiliated with Ulf's tribe, and as long as they are not from their own tribe, it is very common for them to kill each other.
"Do you know who we are?"
One of the black-bearded North warriors narrowed his eyes and said in a rough voice. Ulf stood up slowly. Although there were not as many people as these people, and they were not as strong, Ulf was not afraid.
He said loudly: "I don't care who you are? Get out of here right now, don't affect my good mood for dining."
As soon as these words came out, the three North warriors rushed forward in rage, trying to catch Ulf and humiliate him.
And Ulf unceremoniously grabbed the heavy wooden table in front of him and lifted it hard. The heavy long table immediately hit one of them on the calf.
In pain, the North warrior bent down and covered his knees.
At this time, Ulf picked up a long iron hook next to the fireplace, which was used to hook barbecues.
He hit the other man's arm with a smooth swing, but another soldier jumped over the long table and wanted to catch him.
Ulf unceremoniously clenched his fist, punched him hard on the chin, and struck with agility and decisiveness.
The commotion in the kitchen aroused the curiosity of some people outside, but they made no attempt to stop it. Instead, they excitedly clenched their fists and loudly added oil.
Whenever someone gets into a fight, it becomes an entertainment item in the boring life of the Norse warriors. Even when facing three North warriors, Ulf responded calmly and calmly.
He took advantage of the tight terrain in the Lord's Kitchen, dodging and attacking.
What's more, the cooks also helped him secretly, such as putting a broom stick under the feet of one of the North warriors, or stretching out their feet to trip them, or accidentally blowing the ashes into their eyes.
The three of them were immediately embarrassed.
"Everyone get out of here."
Suddenly the voices of Vargas and Ange came from outside.
They rushed in, and Vargos grabbed the braid of a Norse warrior who was trying to attack Ulf, yanked it back hard, and at the same time slammed his fist into the opponent's face on the bridge of his nose. Suddenly, the face of the North warrior was like a dye vat, turning green, red and purple. When Vargas, Ange and others joined the battle, the three North warriors were quickly trampled under their feet.
"What's going on here?"
At this time, Guzlen's voice came.
Immediately, the farce-like sounds of fighting and noise subsided, and everyone respectfully moved out of the way.
Guzlen, wearing the scale armor on his body, made a clattering sound. He walked in and took a glance, taking in this scene.
But he didn't say anything, he just tilted his head and asked Ulf and others to come out together.
Ulf and others had no choice but to threaten each other with their eyes, and followed Guzlen into the hall.
in the hall
Ulf did not intend to apologize to Guzrun for the fight in the lord's kitchen, but to his surprise, Guzrun was not here to discuss the matter. In his opinion, the conflict between the Northmen was Fighting with each other was a common thing, but he had more important things to discuss with Ulf.
"Sir, if you are talking about things in the kitchen, I can explain." As soon as Ulf started to speak, he was interrupted by Guzlen's rude wave.
He said: "I don't have the energy to focus on these small things, my friend Ulf, we have got the exact news. The damn Unsa who defeated Ubi is leading his army towards us. .”
"Oh, so fast?" Ulf frowned slightly.
He originally thought that the other party would repair or join forces with Alfred to attack him. After all, if it were him, he would act cautiously like this.
But the other party looked confident and even wanted to eliminate them all at once.
There was a worried look in Guzlen's eyes. He lowered his head and said: "Damn Ubi actually left the crow flag in the opponent's hands. If on the battlefield, those Ansa people hold the crow flag high, our soldiers They will definitely think that we are cursed, and in this case, morale will be low and we will be unable to fight at all."
Ulf thought for a while and said: "It's just a flag, is it really so powerful?"
Guzlen was stunned, glanced at it, and Ulf said: "You are too young, you don't understand,
Soldiers on the battlefield are sometimes very superstitious, and an inconspicuous dead tree will be considered by them to be cursed. You may not believe it, or even think they are ignorant, but this is indeed something that will affect us. "
Ulf also frowned. If this is the case, this is really impossible to decipher. After all, the crow flag has a very important position in the hearts of the people of North.
It is conceivable that when that flag appears in the enemy camp, everyone will think that they have been abandoned by the Nordic gods.
Otherwise, how could the gods allow this magical flag to appear in the opponent's hands? They would not have thought that the defeat was only due to Ubi's reckless advance and underestimation of the enemy. The crow flag also became the opponent's trophy.
"Ulf, I know you are resourceful. You must help us think about how to solve this matter. Otherwise, we would rather leave the castle and return to our own territory." Guzrun said to Ulf.
Of course Ulf didn't want to. This was a good opportunity to make a contribution, if he just went back empty-handed.
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Then everything you invest will seem insignificant.
But how can we crack this damn crow flag at once?
Ulf left the hall, and as soon as he walked out, he saw Ange, Vargas and others there, seemingly waiting for him.
Ulf nodded slightly at them, and together they came to a warehouse and drove away the drunk guys hiding here.
"What did Guzlen say to you?" Vargas asked curiously.
"Guzrun told me that an army of Angsans who defeated Ubbi is rushing towards us." Ulf shrugged.
"Didn't you already know this kind of thing?" Vargas asked in confusion.
'Yes, but, they carry the crow flag. "
"Isn't that flag missing?" Vargas was shocked.
Even Ange, who had always been very calm, could not help but twitch his long eyebrows.
"So Guzlen wanted to discuss with me how to deal with this matter."
Vargas couldn't help but smile bitterly and said: "How to deal with this? We can't convince others that that flag is just a bad chess piece. I, Vargas, don't care about the crow flag."
But he knew clearly the status of this flag in the hearts of the Vikings. Some people even believed that the flag represented the will of the gods and justice.
Vargas did not even doubt that when the flag was flying over the heads of the Unsa people, someone would defect directly to the opponent with weapons and attack them in turn.
Suddenly, several people had no idea.
There was silence in the warehouse, everyone was thinking about how to solve the problem.
At this time, there was a thunderous cry outside the sky, followed by bright lightning, which illuminated the dark warehouse brightly.
However, this lightning was lost in an instant.
Darkness returned to the warehouse again. At this time, Ulf's heart moved. He raised his eyes and glanced at the skylight on the top of the warehouse, thinking thoughtfully.
"I think I have a way." Ulf said suddenly.
"What can you do?" Vargas asked curiously.
If one thing can be countered by another, perhaps it can offset people's fear of the crow flag.
But Ange hesitated at this time and said: "We don't have any holy objects in our hands. We didn't even bring Thor's ring this time."
"I know, so we are going to make a weapon, a weapon full of mystery."
"How is it possible to make an artifact? We are not damn underground dwarves?" Vargas said in confusion and disbelief.
"No, what I mean is that all holy objects are not actually created by people? Because people believe that it is a holy object, he is a holy object." After Ulf finished speaking.
Everyone was stunned and looked at him blankly.
Vargas smiled bitterly, scratched the back of his head and said, "Damn it Ulf, your words almost made me faint. What on earth do you want to do?"
Ulf raised his face and said: "I want to make a sacred object, a sacred object that can resist the crow's flag. In this case, they will have no reason to surrender to the enemy. And the will of the gods will become a war." God’s game, are you right?”
"Silk."
Wax, Ange, Luther and others couldn't help but take a breath.
They seemed to have discovered something terrible, but they didn't know what Ulf wanted to do, so they couldn't help but stare at him with wide eyes.
Ulf didn't say anything, he believed that his method must be effective.
