In the mountain stream, the damp cold wind at night rubs against the mountain walls, making a whimpering sound like a group of banshees wandering among the mountains and forests.
Except for those who arranged the night watch, most of the Norse people were hiding in tents. They were enjoying the food and making rude jokes wantonly. They did not pay attention to the battle the next day at all, because they looked at it with contempt. Those Wessex men.
It wasn't until the bonfire burned out, leaving only the green smoke of the birds, that the Norse warriors lay down on the animal skins and fell asleep. They wore armor like their own pajamas, holding axes in their arms like they were holding the world. Like the most beautiful woman in the world. Among the people lying around, three North warriors were tiptoeing. They moved carefully among them, trying to avoid stepping on anyone.
Suddenly, one of the North soldiers with a blue wolf tattoo on his cheek glanced at the tent not far away with the help of the moonlight. His eyes shrank slightly, turned to look at his companions behind him, and pointed. That tent, and the two people behind him also nodded, followed him closely, and walked towards the tent.
"Shh." When they arrived in front of the tent, the leading North warrior did not move forward rashly. He took out a bone with meat from his arms, pursed his lips, and whistled softly.
"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooah, ooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
The North warrior with a green wolf tattoo on his face hurriedly threw the meaty bones in his hands deeper into the grass. Then he heard a noise from inside the grass, as if the beast was chasing the meaty bones. .
The three North soldiers looked at each other with smiles on their faces, and then they pulled out the daggers from their waists. The bright daggers shone coldly in the moonlight, and they entered the tent. The tent was surrounded by animal skins and leather, but the curtain entering was made of ordinary coarse linen fabric. The wolf-patterned North warrior reached out and gently opened the thick coarse linen curtain, and he tried hard to get through the gap. Look within.
There seemed to be a person lying on the animal skin blanket in the tent. Although the tent was very dark, he was sure where the target was. Thinking of this, his heart could not help but beat violently, and even his calf muscles did not know why. My stomach began to twitch, and after eating some dried meat, I also felt an acid reflux.
This situation is very rare. As a brave North warrior, his hands are even stained with the blood of his brothers. Of course, it is his brother who brought it upon himself. He actually snatched women from him, and his ax and dagger were on I don’t know how many people’s blood was used to water it, but when facing the people in the tent, I still couldn’t help but feel terrified.
As for the reason, of course it's because the people they want to kill are definitely not ordinary people. They are holy warriors who are protected by Thor himself and possess Thor's hammer. If they have a choice, they certainly don't want to do such a thing. But those who command them are their own leaders.
As a Norse warrior, he once swore on the armband on his hand that he would absolutely obey his leader. Otherwise, his soul would be cursed by the leader and fall into the dark netherworld after death. He would not be able to escape until Ragnarok. In the netherworld, the souls there will suffer from the pain of hunger and thirst forever.
"May the gods forgive me." The North warrior with the green wolf tattoo on his face couldn't help but pray silently in his heart. After being cruel, he held the dagger behind his back and entered the tent like a shadow. .
The moonlight fell right on his face from the gaps in the tent. The sweat mixed with the oil on his face made his face reflect the mottled bright spots, which looked very strange.
"Ugh." When the Wolf Pattern North warrior approached the blanket, he seemed to be able to feel the ups and downs of the person's breathing in the blanket. He didn't know if this was some hallucination caused by his nervousness. He just felt that he should kill him quickly. If the person inside dies, the person in the blanket will jump up and turn into a giant wolf and rip out his throat.
Therefore, he groaned, as if to cheer himself up, raised the dagger in his hand and stabbed it into the blanket. When the sharp dagger penetrated, he skillfully pulled it out and stabbed again, in a few breaths , and then he stabbed more than twenty times in a row, as if this was the only way to completely kill the opponent.
"Did you succeed?" The person following the Wolf-marked North warrior asked him in a deliberately lowered voice.
"Isn't it right?" But the wolf-patterned North warrior reacted. The feeling of the dagger piercing into it was definitely not right. He suddenly lifted the blanket and saw that there was a roll of animal skin trapped in the shape of a human being.
Seeing this scene, the wolf-marked North warrior suddenly became frightened. Without thinking, he turned around and tried to escape from the tent, but there were already screams behind him, as well as the muffled sound of knives and axes chopping on human flesh. The tent was thick The linen was blown open by the wind, and a tall berserker was seen standing at the door of the tent.
The berserker stepped on the corpse of his fellow wolf-marked Norse warrior, and the long-handled ax struck deeply into the gap between the bones and flesh of the corpse. The berserker held the handle of the ax and pulled it out with force. After a while, the ax was removed from the corpse. The sound of broken bones and flesh was particularly harsh in the silent night.
"Gudu." The Wolf Pattern North warrior felt that the air around him had become colder. He swallowed hard, his throat slid hard, and the hand holding the dagger seemed to be a little weak.
"Woooooo." Suddenly, a bloody mouth protruded from the gap at the lower end of the tent. Between the sharp teeth, a scarlet tongue licked the black nose, and a furry face appeared in the tent.
"Tamer of the giant wolf, protector of the God of Thunder." As the giant wolf entered from outside the tent, the wolf-marked North warrior murmured, "Ulf."
"Hu~~." Heitan arched his body and stared at the North warrior in front of him with his green eyes. With just one command, he could pounce on him and rip his throat open with his sharp teeth, and then enjoy his freshness as much as he wanted. of internal organs.
"Don't worry." However, a thug pressed down on Heitan's furry head, and a calm and young voice appeared in the tent.
"Lord Ulf." The wolf-marked North warrior looked at Ulf who opened the tent curtain and walked in. His face became even paler. He unconsciously took a half step back. For some reason, in his eyes, Ulf was actually more threatening than the giant wolf in front of him.
"I don't think I know you!" Ulf narrowed his eyes and thought for a moment. Although the North warriors had quarreled with each other to the point of death because of some trivial and trivial things, but The North warrior in front of him has absolutely nothing to do with him.
"We don't know each other, no, your name has been spread among the warriors, but I am an unknown person." The wolf-marked North warrior glanced at the giant wolf at Ulf's feet, and then looked at it again The berserker guarding the entrance of the tent seemed like he would die tonight.
The only thing that made him regretful was that this way of death was really dishonorable. He should have died in a dignified manner on the battlefield, letting the gods appreciate his death, instead of being killed like a rat in a ditch because he acted as an assassin. Die, body thrown into who knows where.
"Tell me, why?" Ulf stared at the North warrior in front of him and asked him calmly.
"No, I swore not to tell anyone." The wolf-marked North warrior shook his head. He even raised his head deliberately to meet the giant wolf's mouth or Ulf's blade.
"Forget it, I know even if you don't tell me, just go away." Ulf looked deeply at the North warrior, as if he wanted to engrave everything about him in his mind, and then he made a What the other party didn't expect was that he waved his hand and asked him to leave.
"What?" The wolf-marked North warrior glanced at the corpse of his companion who was killed by the berserker outside the tent. The other companion was missing and asked in disbelief.
"That's right, let's go." Ulf waved his hand, and he even grabbed Heitan's neck to prevent him from jumping over.
The wolf-patterned North warrior glanced at Ulf in confusion, but ducked out of the tent. After leaving a hundred meters away, he was sure that the other party would not hack him to death from behind. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and took steps to escape. .
"Really not going to kill him?" At this time, Sigrid, who was ambushing outside the tent, stepped out and asked Ulf.
"Of course not. The people who instructed him must be the leaders who are opposed to guarding the mountain stream. There is no benefit in exposing them at this time." Ulf shook his head slightly and said to Sigrid.
"Tsk, I hate this feeling." Sigrid frowned, thinking that she should take the opportunity to kill the opposing leaders.
"Don't worry, didn't you capture an accomplice? Torture him and force him to know every word."
Ulf gently tapped Sigrid's forehead with his finger and said to her.
"I will, just in time to have some fun during the long night." Sigrid's eyes lit up, and the corners of her mouth turned up like a crescent moon.
"The Romance of Fairy Wood"
"Hey." Ulf looked at Sigrid who left with satisfaction. He sighed softly. It seems that this move of standing in the mountain stream really angered many North leaders. Of course, this account can be solved again. After eliminating the common enemies, go back to them one by one.
After experiencing this night of assassination, Ulf was sure that they would not make any moves in the near future.
In the early morning of the next day, the sound of horns began to echo in the mountains and hills. Before the mist dispersed, the soldiers on both sides could only react from the friction of armor and the collision of weapons. The battle was imminent.
"The feast has begun." Guzlen walked out of his tent. He raised his head, adjusted his armor, hung the Viking iron sword on his waist, and said with narrowed eyes.
