The internecine killings of the Norse warriors in front of the lake seem to Christians to be as terrifying as being possessed by demons, but in the cultural beliefs of the Asa clan, this is about dedication and sacrifice, which means that these warriors will themselves His life was given as a sacrifice to Odin and the gods in exchange for a ticket to enter the temple of Valhalla.
Of course, if it weren't for Ulf's eloquent tongue, I'm afraid these Norse warriors wouldn't have recalled the culture and beliefs deep in their souls, and used the method of sacrificing themselves to wash away the blindness of paganism.
"Ulf, I remember." Alfred's eyes fell on Ulf, nodded slightly, and then turned around and led the nobles away.
Yinsak frowned slightly. Although the Vikings crushed the Wessex people in terms of force, Yinsak didn't think there was anything special about this group of Vikings who were savagely looting. But what he saw today , far beyond the scope of his imagination, made him couldn't help but re-examine this group of Vikings.
Although Ulf's sacrifice of the Norse completely disrupted the Christian baptism ceremony, because some Norse had already been baptized, it could be considered that Guzlen had fulfilled his agreement with Alfred.
Alfred agreed to hand over the tribute to Guzrun in exchange for peace between the two parties, but Guzrun must swear on the Vikings' sacred relics that he would never invade the territory of the Kingdom of Wessex again.
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On the gentle hills, the packhorses struggled to drag the carriages. There was a wooden box on each of the five carriages. The solid wooden wheels made deep ruts on the ground.
"Everyone did a good job." Guzlun led the North leaders to come here together. When the leaders looked at the carriage that was delivered, they all showed expressions of satisfaction, and Guzlun said calmly.
"This tribute is enough for us to share." The North leaders said to each other. This gold and silver is enough to make up for their losses in the war. As long as they have money in their hands, they can return to their hometown to recruit more people at any time.
When most of the North leaders stared at the gold and silver escorted over like vultures seeing a rotting corpse, their eyes flashed with greed.
At this time, Guzlen saw Ulf and his companions coming over together.
"Lord Guzrun." Ulf looked up and saw Guzrun standing in front of him, so he stepped forward and nodded slightly.
"Ulf, I will hold this ring in a moment and swear to the people of Wessex." Guzlen took out a simple ring, held it in front of Ulf, and looked at the towering said the big tree on the hill.
"The Ring of Thor." Ulf's eyes narrowed slightly. He didn't expect that Guzlen actually owned the legendary Thor Ring of the Norse. However, he still had doubts in his heart. What if this ring was the same as his own? The Warhammer is also a Xibei product?
"This is the real Sol Ring, passed down from my family." Guzlen seemed to see the doubts in Ulf's heart, and explained to Ulf.
And Ulf's eyes were focused on the Ring of Thor. I had heard before that truly ancient objects would have extraordinary subtleties. I didn't know if this ring was made of silver or iron. It was simple and unpretentious. If you look carefully, there are fine traces of Niru writing on it. Maybe it is really the inherited Sol ring.
"So, there is really magic in this." Ulf grinned. Even if it was the so-called Thor Ring, he would not think it had any magical power. At most, it would be used to prove Guzlen's own power. Authority, then, said teasingly.
"Who knows, but my achievements should have nothing to do with it." Guzlen also smiled, held the ring in his hand, and then said to Ulf: "I will not abide by the agreement, when Alfred When De relaxes, I will give him a fatal blow."
"Oh?" Ulf was slightly startled. He thought that maybe Guzlen would go back on his word, but he didn't expect that Guzlen would tell him about this. After all, he was a newly joined leader.
"How about, come with us and beat Alfred to pieces, and I will give you part of the Kingdom of Wessex." Guzlen stopped smiling and stared into Ulf's eyes seriously. Said to Ulf.
After hearing Guzlen's words, Ulf felt a little relieved. After all, no one can refuse the temptation of a fiefdom. Compared with the cold frozen soil of Northern Europe, the British islands are indeed very suitable for survival and development.
However, Ulf quickly rejected this idea in his heart. As a time traveler, he knew very well that the direction of the entire history might be that Guzlen could defeat Alfred for a while, but the Vikings' rule in the British Isles would eventually end. The end is coming, and I will not be tied to a ship that is destined to sink.
"I'm sorry, Lord Guzrun, I was just about to say goodbye to you." Ulf sighed softly and said to Guzrun.
Ulf will lead his companions and warriors to leave the British island and return to his hometown of East Hamar, where he will develop his base until the next round of situation changes before deciding on the direction of the adventure.
"Really? It's such a pity." Guzlen seemed to have expected it. He nodded lightly and the light in his eyes dimmed.
At this time, Yinsak from the other side of the hill, as the supervisor, led the people to the agreed place. They would witness Guzlen swearing never to invade the Kingdom of Wessex again with the Ring of Sol.
"It's time for me to perform." Guzlen reached out and touched the beard on his chin, opened his strong legs, and walked in the direction of Yinsak and others.
"Wow, so many gold coins."
"And silverware."
The other North leaders didn't notice this. They gathered around the carriage and reached out to open the wooden box on the carriage. A whole box of gold coins and various gold and silverware caught their eyes. In an instant, the souls of these North leaders seemed to be captured.
"Hmm." Ulf frowned slightly and turned his face to the other side. Of course he liked gold and silver, but becoming a slave to gold and silver was simply a sad thing.
"It is said that greedy souls will fall into the underworld." Vargas walked to Ulf's side, glanced at the North leaders with disdain, and said coldly.
"Greedless people, haven't we seen enough?" Ulf smiled bitterly and shook his head. The former earl of East Hammar was an extremely greedy lord who did not bother to pay any price for gold and silver.
While he was speaking, everyone was attracted by Guzlen's rough voice, and their eyes moved over involuntarily.
"I swear by this sacred ring of Thor that I and my army have accepted the tribute from the King of Wessex that I will not invade this land..."
Guzlen stood under the big tree, raised the Thor ring in his hand, and swore loudly with a solemn face.
And Yinsak stood on his left, watching the Viking leader's actions. Although he didn't believe Guzlen in his heart, he still looked serious on the surface. After all, this peace was what Alfred hoped for. of.
"On behalf of His Majesty King Alfred, I accept your oath." After Guzlen finished his oath, Yinsak immediately ordered a monk next to him to write this scene on parchment with a quill as evidence. , Of course, Yin Sak himself didn’t know what role this piece of light paper could play.
"Well, light a bonfire and let us entertain the guests." Guzlen nodded slightly, turned around and walked away, and said to his companions.
"Entertainment?" Yin Sak didn't expect this to happen. He thought that after paying the tribute, he could go back and deliver the work.
"This is the custom of the Norse people. Every major event should have a banquet." Ulf stepped forward and said to the short, fat, ugly monk Yinsak.
"Lord Ulf, it seems we can only abide by your customs." Yinsak smiled bitterly and said in Norse language.
"Your Norse is getting better and better." Ulf looked at Yinsak in front of him and said to him calmly.
"We're still far from it. The more we understand the Norse people, the more mysterious they become." Yinsak glanced at Ulf and said to him humbly.
"Cunning guy, studying us desperately, are you planning to eliminate us at some point?" Ulf grinned, but there was no smile in his blue eyes. He put his hand on Yinsak's shoulder, like two friends. Like an old friend.
"Oh no." Yinsak was slapped by Ulf's hand. His body seemed to be half shorter, and his head shrank, as if he was told something that was on his mind.
"Hmph, don't be nervous, I will return to my hometown soon." Ulf looked down at the monk in front of him and whispered in his ear.
"Oh, that's it." Yinsak breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Ulf curiously. The young North leader felt completely different from the greedy Vikings, so he couldn't help but say: "Do you miss your hometown very much?"
"Of course, where is the residence of the gods, the dense and mysterious forests, the tall and majestic mountain peaks, which are the back ridges of the ancestor giants, and the white snow is like a blanket in the temple of the gods." Ulf lifted it lightly. He started, looked into the distance, and seemed to be able to see the territory of East Hamar, and murmured.
"What a beautiful place." Yinsak was stunned. He had never thought that such poetic words would come from a Viking who was considered barbaric and ignorant by the Wessex people. However, Yinsak Ke still couldn't help but said: "I'm very curious, since your hometown is so beautiful, why do you risk crossing the sea to come to our island at all costs?"
"Hahaha." After hearing this, Ulf's expression slowed down for a moment, but then he threw his head back and laughed. Tears almost flowed from the corners of his eyes when he laughed. This laughter made Yinsak feel inexplicable, as if he was a palace. He looked like a clown, but under Ulf's strong arms, he could only smile awkwardly.
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"Because the carpet of the gods cannot grow green crops!" Ulf stopped laughing after laughing enough and said to Yinsak.
