The North leader frowned slightly, but did not flinch from Vargas's words. On the contrary, he just tilted his head and said to Vargas: "If your knife can only hurt me at most, but I My friends will chop you into pieces."
Vargas still had a sarcastic smile on his lips, but the sound of swords being unsheathed and light footsteps were heard around the corner. Several other North leaders were seen with weapons in hand, and Vargas looked at him with evil looks on his face. Surrounded by Ulf and others.
"Stop, stop it all." Guzlen stood up with an angry look on his face. He opened his strong arms in an attempt to stop the North leader, Ulf and others.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa." Suddenly, a wolf howl came from outside. The huge Heitan seemed to have a premonition of Ulf's danger, and jumped in. Its strong body, and the sharp sword exposed by its open mouth Teeth issued a low, threatening growl from his throat, immediately frightening the North leaders who tried to surround them and took a few steps back.
"Lord Ulf, we are here to help you." At the same time, the Norwegian leader led several men and rushed in with axes and swords. For a moment, the two sides became tense in front of Guzlen's tent.
"That's enough." Guzlun became even more angry when he saw this. Everyone seemed to have forgotten that he was the leader and commander of this army. In anger, Guzlun pulled out his sword and cracked it fiercely. Hit on the seat.
The sharp Viking sword slashed off the armrest of the seat, making a loud muffled sound that focused everyone's attention on Guzlen.
"Vargos, put it away." Ulf's face was as heavy as water, he slowly put away the ax in his hand, and ordered to Vargos.
"Gudu." Looking at the ax removed from his eyes, the attendant's throat slid up and down. He felt that his life was free again, and he moved his legs awkwardly, trying to cover up the puddle of water under his feet. .
"Let the envoy go down. After we discuss it, we will give Alfred an answer." Guzlen waved his hand and asked someone to take Alfred's envoy down. After all, let the envoy watch helplessly. Internal strife among the Norse people is not a wise thing to do.
"Thank you, sir." The attendant was eager to leave this chaotic and barbaric place. He quickly bowed to Guzlen and turned around to leave. However, when he walked between the two clearly separated waves of people, he always felt that the sharp eyes of both sides were like rays of light. On his back, not to mention the ridiculously big wolf at Ulf's feet, it seemed as if he was going to bite his own throat out the next moment.
"God bless you." The servant couldn't help but cross himself, wondering what kind of devil would keep such a terrifying wolf by his side.
When the attendant followed a North warrior and left Guzrun's tent, he returned along the original path. When passing by the berserker's tent, the attendant was surprised to find that the threatening weapon inserted on the sharp wooden stake was The head of the infantryman Sussex had disappeared.
"Strange?" Although the head stuck on the sharp wooden stake did give people a creepy feeling, the attendant couldn't help but be curious about what the Vikings would use the head for.
While he was thinking about it, he suddenly saw the Berserker emerging from the tent, holding a bloody skull in his hand and a blood-stained knife in his other hand.
"Gudu." The attendant couldn't help it, his eyes widened in horror, and he swallowed hard. It was obvious that the one-eyed berserker had just used a sharp knife to peel off the dead man's head and was preparing to make it into something. It becomes a skull. As for what to do with this skull, it makes people shudder to think about it.
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Just after the attendant left, Guzlen glanced at both sides, and under his majestic gaze, both sides put away their weapons.
"Ulf, why did you kill the messenger?" Guzlen asked Ulf after watching both sides put away their weapons.
"Lord Guzlen, what this messenger brought was poison wrapped in honey from the Wessex people. Only by killing him and sending his head back can the Wessex people understand that the conspiracy has been exposed."
Ulf glanced at the North leader opposite, then turned to Guzlen and said slowly.
"Nonsense." Someone immediately objected.
"Yes, it's clear that the Wessex people are surrendering to us."
"Even three thousand Danish gold is enough."
Most of the North leaders believed that the main purpose of leading their soldiers to fight was to gain wealth and land. Wouldn't it be better if they could get Danish gold directly without having to fight and lose their soldiers.
"Ulf, we have used the same method to get Danish gold before." Guzlen has always admired Ulf, so he believes that Ulf is definitely not a reckless person and must have his own ideas. So he said to Ulf.
"Sir, this time is different. I absolutely cannot agree to convert to Christianity and accept their baptism." Ulf, with a serious face, advised Guzlen.
"Don't worry, even if you are baptized, it is no different from taking a bath to us." Leader North said nonchalantly.
"We'll regret it when we get the Danish gold." The other Norse people didn't take it to heart. These Wessex people expected their gods to save them when they couldn't be defeated on the battlefield. In fact, they didn't at all. There are really Norse who believe in their stupid religion.
"Yes, some of Ragnar's sons were baptized in the past, but this does not affect them as Northmen." Guzrun stretched out his hand and twirled his beard, feeling that Ulf was making a fuss.
"This is different. After our people took root here, the Wessex people's faith has spread like a plague among us. If we cannot adhere to the firm faith of the Asa Clan, then who can guarantee the next Austrian victory?" Ding and the gods will protect us on the battlefield."
Ulf said calmly.
Of course, the so-called blessings of Odin and the gods are illusory to Ulf, but as a time traveler, he is very aware of the horror of cultural penetration. Although it is much gentler than swords, it will Gradually changed the social structure of the Vikings.
"What's more, if we accept the baptism of the Wessex people, I'm afraid the other North tribes will think that they are the victors instead of us, so this is what worries me the most." Then, Ulf He raised his voice and said to the others.
"Uh?" When Ulf finished speaking, the other North leaders also looked at each other.
"But if we keep fighting like this, it won't help." After thinking about it, a North leader couldn't help but say.
"No, we will win soon." Ulf said confidently and firmly.
"Oh, what are your plans?" Guzlen looked at Ulf curiously and asked him.
Ulf narrowed his eyes slightly and pursed his lips, as if he was unwilling to make his plan public.
In fact, while Ulf and others were confronting Alfred's army, the light cavalry led by Anger was moving covertly behind the Wessex army.
The dense forests, rolling hills, and sparse population have become the best cover for Ange and others to march secretly. What's more, the shieldmaidens, as light cavalry, move as fast as ghosts and often avoid the Wessex people. of investigation.
"This is already the grain escort team." Ange and others hid in the woods and watched the grain escort team moving slowly along the forest trails.
"This is the fifth branch. The direction is in the direction of Lord Ulf and the others." A shield girl beside Ange whispered to Ange.
"Sure enough." Ange nodded slightly, remembering that Ulf told her before leaving that Alfred's army is huge, but it will consume a lot of food, so as long as Alfred's supply line is cut off, it will inevitably Alfred brings tremendous pressure.
It turned out that what Ulf said was accurate, which made Ange have a strange feeling for Ulf, as if Ulf had a pair of Odin's wise eyes that could see through everything.
"What should we do?" The shield girl beside Ange asked curiously with her little face raised.
"Of course you do what you have to do." The corners of Ange's mouth slightly raised, his hand placed on the handle of the short ax at his waist, and he said to the shield girl.
