The gods are impermanent. They always like to turn everything into their hands and play with the fate of mankind wantonly. However, the real Norse warriors will not complain about this because they know very well that this is the gods testing the truly brave. people.
After all, even the father god Odin had to pay the price of his left eye and endure the pain of hanging upside down on the tree of wisdom for seven days and seven nights in order to gain supreme wisdom.
In order to obtain honor, wealth and courage, these are the most precious things in the suffering world, even if you pay the price of your life, it is a satisfying thing. A true Norse warrior pursues nothing more than an ultimate battle in his life, showing off his fighting skills among everyone and the gods in order to win a good reputation.
What's more, today the gods prepared a carnival feast for them, in which they could enjoy the purest battle.
"Valkyrie, must be watching us from the clouds." A North warrior in the mountain stream, with a tuft of brown hair on his head and shaved green skin on both sides of his head, wearing leather armor, held the edge of his round shield with one hand. He raised the ax with one hand and pointed it at the sky.
"That's right, I can't wait to lie in Valkyrie's arms and drink mead." Next to this North warrior, another North warrior with a thick brown-red beard stretched out his hand. He licked his dry lips and said with a grin.
"Wahahahahaha." His rude words and actions reminded others of an unbearable scene. Daring to make fun of Valkyrie like this on the battlefield was a very bold act in itself, but it also made them feel funny. He laughed, sweeping away some of the tension.
And just when the North warriors were relaxing in their own way, Guzrun and other North leaders gathered in the middle of the camp, and their eyes were all focused on Ulf. At this time, Ulf He smeared white ash on his face, and then used black dye to outline around the eye sockets, making his eyes deeper.
"Ulf, you have been blessed by the gods, then you should tell us, have we got the attention of the gods in this battle?" Guzlen's armor was wiped and polished, and he wore a He stared at Ulf in front of him and said to him. There was a beautiful Viking long sword with a traditional Viking iron helmet tucked under the creaking nest.
"Of course, the gods have shown us the future. This will be an enduring battle." There was an iron box next to Ulf, and inside this box was the war hammer that had been struck by thunder. The people believe that the warhammer inside was touched by Thor himself and will be a great holy object comparable to the Raven Banner.
"Then let the gods witness our fighting skills!" Guzlen nodded with satisfaction. He reached out and touched his beard, then reached out and put the iron helmet on his head.
"Wow~~."
Other North leaders also let out war cries. Some of them wore helmets, while others wore nothing to show their bravery, believing that courage and fighting skills were his best protection.
As the war roars of the North leaders came, the North soldiers in the entire mountain stream also raised their weapons one after another. They roared loudly and banged the round shields in their hands. The terrifying The voices gathered together and seemed to form a huge roar in the mountain stream.
That sound, like the roar of a giant dragon, seemed to have broken through the shackles of the mountain stream and came to the entire plain without mercy, pounced in the direction of the Wessex people without mercy.
"Gray Law~~." The war horses neighed uneasily. If their owners hadn't tried their best to rein in the reins, they would have been so frightened by the huge noise that they fled in all directions.
"Damn heretics." The nobles of Wessex turned a little pale when they heard the terrible voice, but their pride forced them to brace themselves and try their best to show an indifferent expression, using a slightly Trembling and hoarse voices cursed, as if only in cursing could they gain courage.
at the same time
Alfred also heard the provocation from the Vikings. He frowned slightly and stood in the tent, letting his attendants carefully put on his armor. He did not feel anxious because of it, but seemed to be in his own royal court. General.
However, the attendant who put on Alfred's armor was a little flustered. Affected by the noisy noise from the Vikings, he would turn his head and take a look at the situation outside the tent, as if it was the next moment. , those terrible Vikings will attack the general.
"Concentrate. God once told us that focusing on one thing is the right way." Alfred was keenly aware of his attendant's panic. He looked at the attendant with his brown eyes and said to him calmly.
"I'm sorry, Your Majesty." This attendant came from a noble family in Mercia. Although he was from Mercia, he was very loyal to Alfred.
Alfred nodded slightly, and while his long, smooth hemp-brown hair swayed, he reached out and took the helmet handed over by the attendant. It was a traditional Wessex armor with a pointed top. It is made of a combination of iron sheets and leather, and there is also a whole piece of neck guard made of leather.
"Your Majesty, aren't you afraid?" The attendant's freckled face still couldn't help showing a look of fear, and he said to Alfred worriedly.
"Of course I'm afraid. We are facing the most cruel opponent in history." Alfred held the helmet with both hands and said softly to the attendant, but his face looked very calm.
When Alfred finished speaking, he put the helmet on his head, and the sword hanging on his waist tapped the outside of his thigh with his movements, making a clear clanging sound.
"Your Majesty." The attendant swallowed his saliva. As an attendant, he only had a simple leather armor. Over the leather armor, he wore a heraldic robe that symbolized the Kingdom of Wessex. Of course, in addition to the armor, he also wore a coat around his waist. He also wore a short sword to protect his monarch.
"May God bless you." Alfred looked back at the little attendant, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and then the smile disappeared like a trace across the water.
When Alfred stepped out of the tent, the fully armed generals were already ready to go, and they were patiently waiting for their monarch to appear.
When Alfred's thin figure appeared, everyone bowed to him and the sound of armor rubbing together sounded like a tide.
at this time
Alfred instinctively raised his head and glanced at the sky with thick clouds. The dark clouds seemed to be hanging over everyone's hearts. He couldn't help but said: "God bless!"
"Woo~~~." The horn sounded again. This time the horn was not a signal to gather, but an attack order from the Wessex people. They were determined to drive away the Vikings who invaded their land. Get out of this territory.
"They are coming." The North soldiers also heard the horn sound in the mountain stream. Not only were they not afraid at all, but everyone showed an impatient look.
Ulf walked to the wooden wall connected by the carriage and glanced in the direction of the Wessex people on the opposite side. He saw that on the opposite hill, the Wessex people like dense black spots began to move. , ordinary soldiers are equipped with a pointed shield and a spear, and the richer ones also have a helmet, but most of them wear ordinary dyed coarse linen clothes and a cloak, which is mostly yellow. , green and two colors.
"Medium infantry." The more experienced North warriors sneered at these people. The so-called medium infantry were civilians with a certain financial strength recruited by the Wessex nobles from their own territories. They were accustomed to using shields and long spears. He armed himself with a spear, but his combat effectiveness was not very strong.
"But there are a lot of people." Vargas stood next to Ulf. He squinted his eyes, raised a big foot, and stepped on the edge of the wooden wall. Two sharp axes hung on both sides of his body.
"Order the archers not to release arrows." Ulf glanced at the archers holding Viking longbows on the wooden wall and behind the wooden wall, who were preparing to release arrows, so he immediately ordered.
"Got it." Although Guzlen was the leader of the entire army, he handed over the command of the battle to Ulf, letting him command the army on his behalf.
Of course, some people raised objections, thinking that Ulf was too young and should not take on this important task at all, but Guzlen said, is there anyone more suitable to take command than a warrior blessed by Thor? With one sentence, those who objected were silenced. After all, all North warriors hope that they can win the favor of the gods.
As this Wessex medium infantry force, the vanguard of 200 people gradually approached the mountain stream, they found that the expected rain of arrows did not happen, and they felt a little relieved.
But the closer they got to the mountain stream, the heavier they felt, because they found that all the main entrances to the mountain stream were blocked, and the damn Vikings surrounded the only entrance with horses and carriages.
"Quick, move forward, destroy the Juma." The generals of this 200-man army were overjoyed when they saw that the Vikings did not release arrows to stop them. Their main task was to destroy the enemy's fortifications. , paving the way for subsequent reinforcements to attack, but the stupid Vikings actually thought they could stop them without missing arrows.
Therefore, the general immediately urged his men and forced them to run faster, even if the entire team was sacrificed, they had to clear out the Viking fortifications.
At the same time, Alfred and others on the hills were also watching from horseback. They watched the vanguard troops they sent getting closer and closer to the Viking work, but were not stopped by any means, and they felt relieved. tone.
"Arrogant and stupid Vikings, they will pay the price for this." A Wessex noble stretched out his hand to twist his beard and said proudly.
"Don't be careless." Alfred frowned. There was always a sense of foreboding in his heart. The Vikings were too calm.
