Ulf spat on the ground. These drunken warriors could no longer tell the difference between east, west and north. He didn't need to say anything. He just stared at each other, clenching the hand on the handle of the weapon, and the muscles on his arm were because of Tight and as hard as steel.
Those drunken North warriors instinctively drew out their weapons, but some also used their bare hands, thinking that they could tear the people in front of them into pieces. They stood outside the car formation like wild beasts, roaring and cursing. In their reversed language, they continued to slander Ulf and others, and they were cowards who protected the Ansa people.
Ulf was too lazy to respond to these scolding North warriors. He crossed the car formation with an ax and rushed into the group of drunkards. In fact, he did not use the ax in the whole process. These drunken people were full of alcohol. Guy, I can't even see the accuracy of my punch.
Vargas laughed on the side and put the ax on his shoulder, watching Ulf punch and use the back of the ax to beat the drunkards until their noses were bruised and swollen. In the end, the group of guys cursed and supported each other and left Ulf's camp. the front.
"Ugh." Ulf frowned. Although he beat these drunkards hard, the skin on his fists was scratched and the joints became red and swollen. The hot pain made him a little upset and he could only He shook his hand and walked back.
Ange had already loosened her fingers on the string and put the long bow on her back. Watching the farce in front of her, when Ulf returned to the camp, she took off the water bottle from her waist. skin bag, pulled out the cork with his teeth, stepped forward and grabbed Ulf's hand, and poured the cold, clear water in the skin bag onto Ulf's fist.
Ulf only felt that after the cold water washed his fist, the burning feeling immediately disappeared without a trace, and he felt much better.
"Tear~~." Ange stretched out his hand and tore open a corner of his underwear. This lining made of linen was very suitable for dressing wounds.
Ulf said nothing, just glanced at Ange in front of him, and casually asked her to help him bandage his wound.
At this time, Princess Roderick, who was hugging her son at the side, came over cautiously.
"Thank you." She said to Ulf and others in Angsa language.
Ulf nodded slightly. He looked at his mother hiding in her arms, as timid as a frightened kitten, so he walked forward and half-crouched in front of him.
Princess Roderick instinctively wanted to hide her son from Ulf, but after thinking about it, she felt that since Ulf had protected them, she would not hurt her son, so she stopped.
"You are already a man and you should protect your mother." Ulf reached out and rubbed the little prince's head, regardless of whether he understood the North language or not, and then reached out and pulled out a short dagger from his waist. This dagger was captured by an Ansa sergeant on the battlefield.
When the dagger was handed to the little prince's hand, the child looked up at his mother, Princess Roderick, in surprise. After this period of time, he seemed to feel that the Vikings were not as scary as the priests said.
Ulf stood up and said to Ange: "Tomorrow we will go see Lord Guzrun."
Ange pursed her lips, a kind of curiosity flashed in her eyes, and she didn't understand why Ulf was so nice to the Unsa people.
Vargas just shrugged his shoulders indifferently. When he passed by the little prince, he followed Ulf's example, stretched out his hand and rubbed the little prince's head, and then laughed wildly.
A night of silence
In the early morning of the next day, the bonfire in the camp was dying, and only the curling smoke remained.
Ulf walked out of the tent, stretched, and then scanned the surroundings with sharp eyes. He saw Princess Roderick wearing a wool blanket, holding her child and sitting next to the campfire, taking a nap. .
Ange and several vigilant soldiers sat next to the car formation, staring at the surroundings vigilantly. Anyone who tried to get close to Ulf's camp could not escape her eyes.
Ulf nodded with satisfaction. Compared to the powerful combat power and commanding abilities of Vargas and others, what reassured him the most was the vigilant Ange. With her by his side, he could rest easy.
"Let's go." Ulf inserted the ax into the leather belt around his waist. When he passed the supply truck next to the camp tent, he picked up an apple inside, put it in his mouth and took a big bite, enjoying the fragrant and cold flesh. It was swallowed into the stomach in several mouthfuls.
Vargas, who was sleeping in the Viking awning, sighed and sat up from the bearskin blanket. He patted his thighs and yawned helplessly.
The tall Luther walked between the tents. He silently followed Ulf, while Sigrid put a sword on her shoulder and followed Luther like a light civet. beside.
When Ulf walked out of the camp and walked in the direction of Guzlen, his friends followed closely behind him. In the early morning when everyone was lying down, this group of people seemed particularly eye-catching, and they didn't know why. The North people all stood up one after another, wanting to see what happened?
Guzrun was sitting in the middle of the camp at this time, holding an ounce flask in his arms and snoring like a thunderous sound. At his feet were many Norse warriors lying in disorder, and the bonfire in the middle was dying. Several guards holding spears and carrying shields were swaying almost asleep.
"Lord Guzlen." Suddenly, a loud voice disturbed everyone's dreams, and they cursed in dissatisfaction.
However, Ulf ignored him and shouted to Guzrun. He didn't stop until Guzrun rubbed his groggy eyes and yawned.
"What's the matter, my friend Ulf?" Guzlen opened his hazy sleepy eyes, saw Ulf standing in front of him clearly, and asked curiously.
Ulf put a hand on his chest to show respect for Guzlen.
Guzlen nodded, waved to the slaves next to him, and ordered them to prepare food. A night of carnival made him feel hungry at this time.
"Dear Lord Guzrun, where did your prisoner Princess Roderick go?" Ulf stared at Guzrun and asked him.
Guzlen felt baffled. Ulf came early in the morning to disturb his sweet dream, and now he asked about the whereabouts of the hostages, which made him slightly dissatisfied. Couldn't a North leader enjoy his breakfast quietly?
However, he still squinted his eyes and looked around, but found that there was no trace of the woman in his camp.
"Damn it." Guzlen couldn't help but curse. Losing a hostage of a powerful person in Ansa meant that they lost a large amount of ransom.
Ulf looked at the furious Guzlen, and then said: "No need to look for her, she is in my camp now."
"What?" Guzlen was stunned, and soon anger appeared on his face.
