The war horses neighed, the horses' hooves kicked up the soil, and the spear tips shone with silver. It seemed that nothing could resist the charge of the heavy cavalry. Even the thick wall in front of them could poke a hole.
However, berserkers are not ordinary humans. These berserkers from the depths of the Nordic forests are originally the best among Norse warriors. They are tall and tall, with cruel and unpredictable natures. Even other Norse people will fear them. Very, and the berserker who swallowed the mushroom was in a state of madness.
The North people believe that although the bodies of the berserkers who knocked on Mugu are still in the human world, their souls are already walking among the gods. The pain can no longer make the berserkers lose their will to fight, even those injuries that may seem very serious to ordinary people. , the berserker warriors don’t seem to feel it at all.
"Grey Law~~."
Cromwell on horseback. Andre is a knight from the Kingdom of Wessex and the Barony of Winchester. All of Cromwell's equipment comes from his ancestors, so he only Important parts of the leather armor were inlaid with iron plates, but Cromwell's weapons were newly purchased.
The shining spear tip was forged in the most exquisite blacksmith shop in the barony. The shield was also made of solid oak by the craftsmen in the castle.
When Cromwell was holding such a straight spear and holding a shield, he felt that there was almost no opponent in front of his horse. Even the Vikings who were as ferocious as the devil only deserved to be trampled under his feet. Under the horse's hooves.
"Whoaaah."
Cromwell imagined in his mind that after killing a few more Vikings, he would return in triumph with their heads and receive congratulations from the king and nobles, saying that if the king was happy, he might reward them. A castle of his own, when the honor of the family will be carried forward in his own hands.
A burst of manic roars brought Cromwell's thoughts back to the battlefield. The horse under his crotch seemed to be frightened, and he stood up.
From under his helmet, Cromwell looked at the thing that frightened his horse. It stood like half an iron tower, with a bear's head on its head, and dirty bearskin hanging down on its shoulders and back. In addition, , there is not even an inch of cloth on the upper body, and the strange and evil blue tattoos are covered with the bulging muscles of the upper body.
What frightened Cromwell even more was the pair of manic eyes exposed from under the bear's head. When those eyes stared at him, it was as if he was being stared at by the God of Death, which made Cromwell feel a sense of panic. It was timid, and what this thing held in its hand was a heavy long-handled axe.
"Drive it~."
Almost instinctively, Cromwell kicked the horse hard with his heel, trying to make the horse run so that his spear could stab the terrifying thing from above.
However, the man-bear moved first, and with a dull roar, the long-handled ax in his hand was swung up, hitting the head of the war horse under Cromwell's crotch.
"Grey Law~~."
The war horse whined, and its whole body fell to the right after being hit. A large amount of blood spurted out of its mouth and nose, mixed with saliva, and flowed down the corner of the war horse's mouth.
Cromwell's body was also thrown out, but because he was young and agile, the moment the horse fell, he rolled on the ground for a moment and then stood up with difficulty.
"Berserker?" At this time, a word came to Cromwell's mind. This was not a word well known to the people of Wessex. It was a word that spread into Wessex after the Vikings occupied the Danfa District. A loanword among the kes.
Whenever Wessex soldiers drag their exhausted bodies after a day of training, sit by the campfire, drink ale, and listen to the stories of the veterans, this word will frequently appear in the mouths of the veterans.
"When you face a berserker, the only thing you have to do is turn around and run away, or kneel down and pray for God's forgiveness." The drunken veteran, with a mouth of yellowed and black rotten teeth, sat beside the campfire and tilted his head. The head said to Cromwell and other warriors.
However, Cromwell and other soldiers did not take the veteran's words to heart, because they did not believe that there really were so-called unkillable Viking warriors in this world. They only thought that it was because the veteran had been drinking for many years and his mind was unclear.
"Impossible." Cromwell thought of this and shook his head slightly, his iron helmet making a clear clanging sound.
When Cromwell stood up from the muddy ground, he drew out the sword from his waist and glanced to the side. At this time, he saw clearly that from behind the broken shield wall of the Vikings, there was Several Viking warriors with the same appearance.
This group of tall berserkers, even standing among other Vikings, stood a head taller, almost as tall as the Wessex cavalry on horseback, which meant that their presence blocked the cavalry attack.
I saw the berserker warriors roaring in anger, and the long-handled battle axes or long-handled hammers in their hands rounded up and hit the cavalry. When these long-handled weapons were swung up, they made a terrifying whirring sound like a whirlwind. , the cavalry's skin and flesh will be torn apart by the slightest touch.
The brave Wessex cavalry tried to resist with the shield in his hand, but with just one blow, the strong shield fell apart. The cavalry behind the shield spurted blood from his mouth and nose, fell off his horse, and his body was dragged around by the horse. .
"Huh." Just when Cromwell was shocked, he heard heavy breathing and footsteps coming from the opposite side. Cromwell immediately looked up.
The berserker covered in bearskin held a long-handled ax with both hands, dragging one end of the ax on the ground. A mark was immediately plowed on the muddy ground, and the berserker's target was Cromwell.
"Oh." Cromwell hurriedly took out the shield from the horse beside him and raised his hands above his head. The moment he raised it, he heard a gust of wind falling from above.
"boom."
There was a loud noise, and Cromwell felt as if his hand holding the shield had been kicked hard, and his mouth was numb from the shock.
Fortunately, the craftsmen who made the shield used the strongest and most resilient oak wood, otherwise this blow would have caused the shield to fall apart.
The Berserker didn't seem to expect that he didn't smash the opponent's shield with one blow. However, he almost didn't think about it. Since it couldn't be smashed with one hit, he would hit it two or three times until it was smashed. He didn't know. Is it possible that this group of berserk warriors took mushrooms and ruined their heads? They are completely stupid.
However, under this powerful force, even the oak shield was crumbling. Cromwell hurriedly gave up the shield in his hand. When he dodged, he stabbed the berserker with the sharp sword in his hand. The strong calf.
"Uh?" However, the mad warrior just looked down and saw the sword that pierced his calf. He frowned slightly, stretched out his big hand like a leaf, grasped the hilt of the sword, pulled it gently, and then threw the sword away. Arrived aside.
"What?" Cromwell on the side was stunned when he saw this. Could it be that these mad warriors couldn't feel the pain?
While he was thinking about it, the Berserker had already grabbed Cromwell by the collar, and then lifted him up as easily as he had grabbed a child.
"Bastard, in the name of the Lord, let me go." Cromwell was grabbed in mid-air by the strong arms of the berserker, and his legs were helplessly kicked in mid-air out of fear.
However, the berserker's hands were as strong as iron pliers and could not be broken open at all. At this time, the hand holding Cromwell's neck became tighter and tighter.
"Ahem." Cromwell's eyes had rolled back due to lack of oxygen, his eyes began to blur, his ears started to ring in real tinnitus, and his face turned red.
Just as he was dying, Cromwell remembered that there was a small knife hidden in his boots. It was originally used to skin prey, but he did not expect that at this time, it might be possible to save his life.
Cromwell struggled to lift his foot. After trying several times, his fingers finally drew out the knife. The moment he tightened his grip on the knife, the hope of life arose in his heart.
Immediately afterwards, he tried his best to turn his eyes into red, refocused, and saw the terrifying and ferocious face of the berserker.
"Die." Cromwell opened his eyes suddenly, raised the knife in his hand, pointed it at the berserker's face and stabbed it.
This knife happened to hit the berserker's right eye, and it immediately penetrated into the eyeball.
"Oh wow." Even the berserker who knocked Mugu felt great pain and let go of Cromwell's hand, and Cromwell fell from mid-air.
"Huh, huh." At this time, fresh air poured into Cromwell's chest, making him breathe greedily. The tingling sensation in his chest made Cromwell feel that it felt good to be alive.
However, when Cromwell raised his head, he saw a scene that shocked him.
"Oh~~~." Cromwell felt a foreign object in his throat, his stomach was rolling desperately, and the feeling of fear was climbing up his spine.
The Berserker's only remaining eye was fixed on Cromwell, and he strode towards him.
"Oh no, God save me." On the battlefield, Cromwell's scream was instantly drowned in the sound of fighting, as if it had never appeared before.
At this moment, Ulf took advantage of the berserker warriors to restrain the cavalry, and led the North warriors to rush over together.
The Wessex soldiers were caught off guard and retreated steadily.
