In the dense forest, in the open space surrounded by bushes, corpses after the fight were lying on the ground. A Viking ax hooked a corpse that was still bleeding. The shield girl struggled to drag the corpse to the front of the grain cart, and then Teams of two placed the body on the car.
"Huh." A fire set the cart stacked with grains on fire. The crackling flames licked the corpses and grain piles, and thick black smoke rose into the sky.
Next to the flame, Ange put the ax on his shoulder, raised his chin slightly, and turned towards Roger and his friends who were the only ones left. It was obvious that he was provoking the two of them to challenge him together. .
"Damn Viking witch." Roger's friend held the spear in his hand tightly and cursed in a low voice, especially when he saw several companions who had a good relationship with him being treated as scraps and burned on the carriage.
As a Christian, burning corpses is a huge taboo. When the trumpet of doomsday sounds in the future, these dead people without corpses will not be able to be resurrected to accept the Lord's judgment.
"Peng." But as soon as Roger's friend finished speaking, the round shield in the hand of a shield girl suddenly hit him, hitting him hard, causing him to stagger and almost fall.
"Be careful." Roger suddenly felt that his back was empty, and he suddenly became nervous. At this time, if the opponent attacked from behind, his life would be at risk.
However, Roger's worries did not happen. Like cats playing with mice, the shield girls raised their feet and hit Roger's friend hard.
"Oh, you damn guy." Roger's friend was kicked to the other side, and soon his body was whipped with the shaft of a spear. He cursed loudly in pain.
"Hehehe." But the shield girls laughed, as if each other's reaction was really interesting.
"I'm going to challenge you, me and you." Roger finally lost his temper. He knew clearly that the other party could keep playing with them until they got tired of them and then kill them. Instead of doing this, it was better to take the initiative.
When Roger raised his hand and pointed at Ange, the corners of Ange's mouth raised slightly and he nodded lightly. Seeing this, the other shield girls stopped teasing the two. Instead, they pushed away a few steps and formed an open space for competition with their round shields.
"Huh." Roger clenched the spear in his hand, bent his knees slightly, and shifted his center of gravity downwards. His whole body was like an arrow about to be shot, and his eyes were fixed on the tall Ange in front of him.
"Very good." Ange said softly in Norse, expressing her recognition of the Wessex warrior in front of her. Then, she waved the ax in front of her a few times and raised the other hand. Buckler in one hand.
"Boom, boom, boom~~." The shield girls surrounding the two began to hit the shield surface of the round shield with their axes, making a dull sound.
Even when facing a woman, Roger did not dare to be careless. He instinctively felt a deep fear from Ange's body. His whole body seemed to be soaked in castor oil, and his hair stood up unconsciously.
"Rustling." Roger moved his steps to distance himself from Ange, trying his best to take advantage of the spear. His footsteps made a rustling sound on the ground.
Ange frowned slightly, held the round shield in front of her, and approached Roger. Her figure was as agile as a cheetah, and she was close to Roger in an instant.
At this time, Roger hurriedly jumped away and continued to distance himself, but the spear in his hand had already thrust forward violently, and the rusty spear tip hit Ange's round shield, making a muffled sound. But Ange remained motionless, slightly raising the round shield in his hand, causing the angle of the originally facing shields to change, causing the tip of the spear to cross the shield surface. Then, Ange slashed towards Luo from diagonally below. Jie whipped out an axe.
"Buzz." Roger was startled by the sound of the ax breaking through the air, and he hurriedly dodged to avoid it.
"Huh, hoo." Roger hurriedly dodged Ange's axe, and Roger felt that his heart was beating violently. If he was hit by the sharp axe, his calf would probably be broken.
However, before Roger could catch his breath, Ange slashed at him repeatedly, and even hit him with a shield. Roger couldn't resist it at all, and his body was rolled to the ground by the round shield, with his brown-red beard. Covered with dead grass and dirt.
"Oh." Roger felt as if his head was being stuffed into a barrel filled with water, and his ears were buzzing, but he shook his head violently and stood up with all his strength. He stood up, but now the spear in his hand fell at Ange's feet.
"Hmph." Ange snorted, raised his foot and kicked the spear in front of Roger, then threw the buckler aside, only holding the battle ax.
"Roger, kill her." Roger's friend, who was caught by the shield girls, saw this scene and said to Roger quickly.
"Damn it." Roger felt extremely humiliated at this time. Although he was only a low-level squire, he had received strict combat training since he was a child, but in front of a Viking woman, he did not parry at all. It would really make him feel ashamed to say this kind of thing.
"Valkyrie." Suddenly, Ange raised his head and glanced at the sky. In the sky covered by dark clouds, a silver disk-like moon gradually emerged, and its silver light shone in the forest.
"You will regret it." Roger's face became solemn, and he decided to use all his strength to let this Viking woman know how powerful the Wessex warrior was.
Roger held the middle part of the spear, kicked the ground with both feet, and all the muscles in his body were filled with strength. He rushed towards Ange with all his strength. He had already imagined several scenarios in his mind. When Ange wanted to When she dodged, the tip of the spear would change direction and hit her body.
"Hang~~." However, everything Roger expected did not happen. Not only did Ange not try to dodge, but he went forward with the full blow, raising the ax in his hand to block the tip of the spear. At the same time, his right leg kicked into Roger's arms.
"Oh wow." Ange's kick was like an iron pincer, stirring in Roger's lower abdomen. Roger felt as if his internal organs were being twisted together, and he was in pain like a shrimp. , kneeling bent on the ground, big beads of sweat sliding across his cheeks.
"It's so boring." Ange snorted and put away her axe. It seemed that the enemy was too weak, which made her feel a little bored.
At this time, a shieldmaiden stepped forward and stepped on the spear, then pointed the ax at the back of Roger's neck. As long as Ange gave the order, he could chop off his head.
However, the Shield Girl looked at Ange before cutting it off. After all, Roger was her prey.
"Hu, Hu." Roger endured the huge pain and looked up at Ange, anger and unwillingness building up in his heart.
"Oh?" Ange looked at those unwilling eyes and seemed to find it quite interesting. He raised his hand and hesitated slightly.
"Lord Ange, it's getting late, so hurry up!" At this time, another shield girl glanced at the full moon in the sky and said to Ange worriedly.
Ange pursed his lips, seemingly undecided whether to choose Roger as a sacrifice.
Ulf didn't know that there were beliefs among the shield girls that were different from those of ordinary Norse warriors. They believed that in addition to the Aesir, the Valkyries who served Odin should be their protectors.
Therefore, they will hunt for prey on full moon nights as sacrifices to the Valkyries.
"Spare my life, spare me." Suddenly, Roger's friend couldn't stand the fear of death and begged loudly for mercy.
Although he showed his contempt for Ange and others in the early stage, when death might really come, he still instinctively begged for mercy in the hope of having a chance to return to his family.
"Him." Angel thought for a moment, then turned his finger to Roger's friend.
"But?" The shield girls were slightly surprised. Compared to this poor guy begging for mercy, Roger seemed to be more qualified as a sacrifice.
But Ange just glanced at them and ordered the shield girls to lower their heads and obey the order. They stepped forward to grab Roger's friend and brought him to a big tree.
"You, what are you going to do?" Roger's friends looked at the shield girls in confusion, forcing him to lean against the tree, and then unbuttoned his clothes. This situation made him feel very strange.
"Valkyrie~~."
"Valkyrie~~."
But the shield maidens ignored his plea for mercy. They gathered together, holding the weapons and bucklers in their hands, and murmured the Valkyrie's name.
"Wow~~." Suddenly, Roger heard his friend scream. He raised his head in horror and saw that the shield girls used knives to nail his friend's palm to the big tree.
Ange walked to the sacrifice with a solemn expression. A shieldmaiden handed over a sharp knife. Then, Ange quickly stabbed the heart of the sacrifice with the knife and cut through the outer flesh and bones.
"The Romance of Fairy Wood"
"Oh, God." Roger's friend screamed, watching helplessly as Ange stretched his long and slender palm into his body, and then pulled hard, with a bloody and beating heart, It fell from the chest into Ange's palm.
"Valkyrie." Angato held up the bloody heart and raised it to the full moon. The surrounding shield girls showed fanatical looks in their eyes, tapping their weapons and beating their round shields.
"Oh." Roger felt something strange in his throat, and fear made his shoulders tremble. But the next moment, he saw something even more terrifying and weird.
Ange put his heart to his mouth, sucked a mouthful of blood, and then smeared the blood on his cheeks with his fingers, drawing strange lines. The other shield girls stepped forward one after another and accepted Ange's blood. Apply the same blood stain pattern to yourself.
"Oh woo woo~~~." After the shield girls accepted the blood stains, they howled like wolves.
Ange opened his arms and took off his armor under the service of the shield girls.
The clothes and armor fell easily from her smooth skin to the ground. Ange squinted his eyes slightly and looked at the bright light.
At this time, Ange, under the silver moon, held up her bleeding heart with one hand, letting the moonlight shine on her body. Her slender body, like a classical goddess, stood in this place full of wildness and death. In the forest of breath.
