Ulf has already thought about how to deal with the three North warriors who are causing trouble for him, not to mention that this matter is not just as simple as revenge.
He wanted to establish his majesty among the North people, so that he could recruit more people from this group of people who were willing to join him. Ulf had no intention of following Guzlen from the beginning. Zilen's army is just to gain experience and prestige.
The next day, Guzrun summoned Ulf in front of him.
Guzlen looked at Ulf in front of him and said to him: "Now that the holy objects are ready, can we go on the expedition?"
From the beginning, Guzlen had no intention of fighting in the city. After all, the Northmen were not good at defending the city, not to mention that they were on the enemy's territory. If they were besieged, they would definitely fall into a situation without food and reinforcements. among.
Ulf shook his head slightly. He touched the beard on his chin and said to Guzlen: "The holy object was given to us by Thor himself, the God of Thunder, but as mortals we can't just do it like that. If you take it out and use it, some people will have doubts."
Guzlen's brows furrowed and he looked at Ulf in confusion.
Ulf said to Guzrun: "We must have a ceremony. In the ceremony, everyone can thank Thor for granting us the holy objects. This will make the gods more happy to the greatest extent."
After hearing this, Guzlen touched his beard, thought for a while and then agreed.
Any major event, if there is no sense of ceremony, will make people less solemn.
And a solemn ceremony can unite the hearts of soldiers and improve their morale.
"Okay, let's do it." Guzlen nodded and agreed to Ulf's suggestion.
In the square of the castle, Ansa servants were mobilized. They cleared away the messy debris thrown by the Norse people and cleared a clear space.
Then the carpenters built a holy platform out of wood, and many North warriors looked at it curiously.
At night, Guzlen ordered everyone to light torches.
The torches in the hands of the North soldiers were like stardust, lighting up the entire dark castle square.
Guzlen led his elite guards to the holy altar in the square, and everyone made way for him.
Ulf was in the castle room at this time. He sat in front of a bronze mirror, picked up a piece of white plaster, and painted his face white. Then he picked up another piece of black plaster and used it to paint his face white. Two fingers were dipped in it, and they were wiped downwards along the top of the eyes.
This is the unique makeup of the Vikings. When they wore this kind of makeup, they believed that they could communicate with the gods, and in some cases, they even represented the gods themselves.
Ulf stood up, with a hammer equivalent to the sacred war hammer on his waist, and holding the iron box containing the sacred object in his hand.
There were many ropes tied together with metal pieces tied around his waist, so when Ulf stood up, there was a crisp clattering sound.
When he stepped out of the door, Ange, Vargas, Luther and others had been waiting for a long time. They saw Ulf walking out and followed him silently.
The group of people slowly moved towards the square, and with the crisp sound of metal collision, they headed towards the holy platform.
Guzlen heard the footsteps and moved his eyes over. He saw that Ulf's face was painted white with two layers of black makeup, like the god of death who could not eat fireworks from the world.
"Quack, quack, quack."
Suddenly, the cry of crows came from the sky, which was a good sign for the Norse people.
Ulf held the iron box and stepped on the wooden steps to the holy platform. He turned around solemnly and placed the iron box on it. The torches inserted around the platform were emitting hot light.
Ulf raised his eyes and looked below the holy altar. The Norsemen holding torches illuminated the surroundings like daylight. Their eyes were all focused on Ulf and the iron box he was holding.
"Thank you, God of Thunder, Thor, for giving us such a sacred object." Ulf's eyes rolled up, revealing the whites of his eyes, and his body began to shake, and the metal piece tied around his waist made a noisy crisp sound.
The North people have never seen this kind of costume of jumping with a big rope, but it is undeniable that in this weird and wonderful atmosphere, Ulf's behavior is impressive, as if with this sound With a crisp sound, the will of the gods can really come here and participate in the ceremony together with the Norse people here.
Guzlen's mouth moved. He knew that Ulf asked him to build a holy altar and hold a ceremony to thank the gods, but he had no idea what Ulf was causing.
But Ulf didn't care about Guzlen's thoughts at all. He shook his body, and the sound of metal still resounded throughout the square. After initially shouting and thanking Thor, he began to shake his head and murmur to himself. .
Although the Norse people are very brave and good at fighting, they are undoubtedly a very superstitious group of people. In the harsh natural environment, they revere gods and nature more than other peoples.
Ulf's smooth and smooth dance routine is completely from the shamanic witchcraft, and it basically pokes at the weakness of the North people.
"Northerners, children of the gods, warriors, the God of Thunder has given you a sacred object. Under this sacred object, you will be invincible." Ulf said intermittently.
Yawenba
"Oh~."
The North soldiers gathered in the square had mixed expressions of fear and joy. On the one hand, they did see the scene of lightning striking the war hammer, and the flash of lightning. Fear and awe were deeply engraved in their hearts. On the other hand, a master like Ulf, who is a great dancer, is much more down-to-earth than the convoluted and unclear eulogies of ordinary priests.
"Wow~."
"Wow~~."
Anger, Vargas, Luther and others surrounding the holy platform took the opportunity to let out a Viking war cry.
Under their leadership, the North warriors in the square also let out a war cry, and the sound almost turned over the roof of the entire castle.
The princess held her son in her arms and stood in front of the window watching all this. She quickly made the sign of the cross and said: "May the Lord forgive these barbaric souls and destroy their ignorant witchcraft."
When everyone gradually stopped shouting, Ulf rolled his eyelids and shook his face towards the crowd, as if he was looking for something, and everyone became quiet.
"I heard the voices of the gods. They agreed to give us the holy objects not unconditionally." Ulf said loudly to them, putting a hand to his ear, as if he was trying his best to listen to the voices of the gods.
"What's the meaning?"
"What do the gods need, an ox or a horse?"
The Norse warriors were not surprised; their god was cruel but fair, often demanding sacrifices when giving.
Ulf stretched out a hand and pointed it straight at the crowd.
"The sacrifice Thor asked for is among us."
