After listening to Isaac's words, Sheriff Aoda felt that the lingering haze in his mind was suddenly swept away. He raised his sword, and the bloody blade reflected the cold light of the bonfire, and the dancing flames illuminated his face.
"I swear on the honor of my family and my faith in the Lord that I will drive those damn Vikings away from the British Islands forever." Sheriff Oda said sternly.
In the dense forest, Ansa soldiers also shouted the name of the Lord one after another, and their morale finally recovered. Isaac looked around at the soldiers in the dense forest, and he nodded slightly. Although less than half of Auda's army was left now, he could still obtain the victory if he joined forces with Alfred's army. victorious.
Early the next morning, the Norse people in Cornwall Castle also began to take action.
"Hmph~~."
"Quack quack quack."
The chickens and dogs in the castle were restless, the pigs were pulled out of their pens, and the chickens and ducks were stuffed into cages with their wings twisted and placed in wooden carts. But most of the Norse warriors put their bags on their backs, took all their belongings, formed a long queue, and began to walk out of the city.
Among these people, Princess Roderet held her son tightly. She did not want to leave Cornwall Castle, but was forced to move with the Vikings. The servants in Cornwall Castle had to leave the castle together even if they were reluctant. They looked back at the castle with sad faces on their faces.
Ulf will lead his men and follow Guzrun on the journey to the north. He will not have any nostalgia for the Norse in Cornwall Castle, leaving it to the self-righteous Unsa people.
"Do you want to come with us?" Before Ulf walked out of Cornwall Castle, he came to the hall. There were four North warriors there. They were sitting in the hall, holding wine glasses and drinking heavily.
"No sir, our end point is here. The pain and suffering in the mortal world is enough. We are eager to go to Valhalla." The Norse warrior, whose forehead was wrapped in white cloth with only one eye and one hand left, pointed at Wu. Wolf said with a smile.
Ulf's eyes looked deeply at them. These four North warriors were seriously injured. They knew that they could no longer follow the team north, so they asked Guzlun to let them stay. Guzlun agreed and was kind. He left them three days' rations and a barrel of wine.
When leaving the hall, Ulf heard rough Nordic songs coming from inside, which were their belief in death and their sacrifice to the gods.
When everyone was walking on the muddy path, Ulf stood on the hill and looked back at the palm-sized Cornish Castle. His hand was pressed on the animal skin cloak, and the black wolf under his feet raised his neck. Howl at the sky. Ulf stretched out his hand on Heitan's head, pressed it gently, pursed his lips, and retracted his eyes from the direction of the castle resolutely, following the team without thinking.
Except for a few North lords such as Guzlen who rode horses, no one else rode horses. Horses are important livestock and are used to pull wooden carts filled with baggage. When they broke through the Oda military camp, they captured many of these. Planting wood cart. At first, the North people were disgusted with this kind of heavy diesel truck with solid wood wheels, but Ulf persuaded everyone not to destroy it and instead collect it.
Although I don’t understand what Ulf is going to do, his current prestige among the North warriors is second only to Guzlen. A North warrior who can forge holy weapons, he is always surrounded by various mysterious legends. Adding luster to his story.
"The bards will tell your story wonderfully, so do you think they will take me with them?" Vargas stepped forward and put his arm around Ulf's shoulders, shook him and said to him.
"No." Ulf said to Vargas calmly.
"Oh, am I not brave enough?" Vargas frowned, as if he was a little dissatisfied with Ulf's answer.
"They will sing your story, and in this story you will be the protagonist alongside the gods." Ulf glanced at Vargas and said to him.
Vargas was stunned for a moment, then laughed and patted Ulf on the shoulder with his generous palm. Their laughter even attracted the attention of many people. At this time, they had walked ten kilometers north, and the team was moving slowly.
When drizzle began to fall in the sky, a Wessex cavalry team braved the wind and rain and arrived outside the Cornish castle.
They held the horse's reins tightly and stared at the peaceful castle with doubts in their eyes. There was no noise there and it was as quiet as a tomb. This is an extremely abnormal thing. You must know that the Vikings are an extremely noisy group. They are always noisy wherever they are, and their rough northern language is like the roar of beasts from hell.
The leading cavalryman raised his right hand and pointed in the direction of the castle. The cavalrymen controlled their mounts and advanced towards the Cornish Castle. When they arrived outside the castle, they found that the city gate was open, and there was not a single Viking inside.
However, even so, they did not dare to be careless. The cunning Vikings often ambush in various places, and when you are not paying attention, they will come out like demons.
The cavalrymen looked at each other, rainwater flowing from their iron helmets on their cheeks. Their eyes were full of fear of the Vikings, but they could not just retreat. After all, Alfred was strict in running the army and did not conduct reconnaissance. Under clear circumstances, escaping privately will be punished by military law.
The leading cavalryman moved his butt uneasily on the saddle, his brown eyes filled with determination, then jumped off the horse and strode towards the castle.
Upon seeing this, several cavalrymen quickly dismounted. They followed closely behind the sergeant major, and drew out the swords from their waists as they walked. They looked around cautiously, but the place looked very desolate and messy, like a Viking. In a hurry, he abandoned the entire castle and left.
"Report to your majesty, the Vikings have escaped." Seeing this scene, the cavalry sergeant said to a cavalryman behind him. Although he was surprised that the Vikings would abandon the strong castle, it also made him relieved.
But at this moment, they heard a noise coming from the direction of the hall, and several people suddenly became nervous. They clenched the cold sword in their hands, holding the hilt with five fingers, and the back of their fingers turned white because of too much force.
"Oh oh oh oh." When the Angsa cavalry stepped into the hall, suddenly, there was a roar from the corner, and a sharp ax came from behind the door.
The sergeant quickly dodged and used his sword to block the axe, but at the same time he was frightened because the angle was really dangerous and the opponent might strike back and slash him in the back at any time.
However, the imagined attack did not come. Instead, the figure behind the door seemed to stagger.
Behind the sergeant, the cavalry hurriedly pointed the spear in their hands and stabbed it behind the door. A scream was heard, and the Viking behind the door clenched the spear tightly and fell to the ground. , blood flowed from under his body.
"Are they Vikings?" The sergeant major felt cold sweat rising from his back, thinking that he had fallen into a trap. There were a large number of Vikings ambushed here.
"Look." At this time, an Ansa cavalry raised his hand and pointed at the lord's throne deep in the hall. Everyone's eyes moved over, and they were suddenly surprised.
I saw three Vikings supporting each other, standing in front of the lord's throne, their beards hanging on their chins and braids on their chests, holding shields and axes in their hands. All three of them were weak and missing arms and legs.
However, their eyes showed a strange look of perseverance, and they held their heads high as if there were millions of soldiers behind them, and they were like three carved stone statues, waiting for everyone to pay homage.
"Odin."
"Valhalla."
The three seriously injured Viking warriors roared with hoarse voices. They raised their axes and glared at the Ansa cavalry in front of them.
"Boom." The ax struck the heavy buckler, making a loud sound.
"His." The Angsa cavalry were immediately frightened by this momentum and took half a step back. They were numerous, strong, and well-equipped, but they felt an inexplicable sense of fear in front of these three seriously injured Vikings.
