The breeze blew gently through the trees, and the leaves rustled against each other. The Wessex people stood among the trees, watching the movements of the Vikings in the distance.
At this time, Guzlen's army came out of the mountain stream. They demolished the fortifications and horse barriers, loaded their things on the carriage, and prepared to leave here and return to the Danfa area. The North soldiers carried out the work in an orderly manner. From a distance, they looked like a group of busy worker ants. They quickly restored the entire mountain stream, which was originally full of fortifications, to its normal appearance.
"Ulf."
Among the crowd, when Ulf and his companions were placing tents and supplies on the carriage, a voice suddenly came from behind Ulf.
When Ulf turned his head and looked over, he saw Guzlen slowly walking towards him with a few followers, and the people around him made way for Guzlen.
"Lord Guzlun." Ulf looked at Guzlun in front of him calmly, because he already had a plan in his heart to part ways with Guzlun's army after leaving this place, and he had already discussed this with Guzlun in advance. Guzlen mentioned that Guzlen seemed to have anticipated this incident, so he did not say anything to stop him at the time.
But at this time, Guzlen brought someone here, which made Ulf unclear about his true intention for a while, so he could only face it calmly.
"It seems that you are ready." Guzlen glanced around and saw that Ulf and others had loaded their luggage on the carriage, and the wooden box of tribute gold allocated to Ulf was also among them.
"Yes, sir, we will part ways at the fork in the road ahead." Ulf reached out and patted the carriage shaft next to him, and said to Guzlen calmly.
"I understand. Since fate has separated us again, I have nothing to say, but I hope you can accept this." Guzlen nodded slightly. As the leader of a Viking army, he must always He showed ruthlessness, but Guzlen seemed to see his own youthful shadow in Ulf.
"What is it?" Ulf was slightly startled when he heard Guzlen's words. When his eyes fell on Guzlen, he saw that the other party pulled out the Ring of Thor from his left hand and handed it to him. In front of him, this made Ulf a little surprised. He raised his eyes and asked Guzlen: "The Ring of Thor?"
"That's right, I'm going to give you this Ring of Thor, take it with you on your adventure!" Guzlen took a photo of this famous sacred object among the Vikings in Ur He took a step back and said.
"But this is something that belongs to the leader." Ulf frowned slightly. This ring was so precious that it could even trigger a war between the Norse tribes. Unexpectedly, Guzlen gave it to him so easily. Himself, this not only made Ulf feel surprised.
"I have already sworn an oath with it. If you want to prevent the oath from taking effect, the best way is to give it to someone else. I think there is no more suitable person than giving it to you." Guzlen touched it with his own hand. He touched the beard on his chin, raised his chin slightly and said.
"So, you want me to bear this curse on your behalf?" Ulf was a little bit dumbfounded. Although he didn't believe in strange powers and gods, he still felt something was awkward.
"Don't worry about it. It is said that this ring has its own will, and it will choose its owner. Maybe it likes you." Guzlen laughed loudly, stretched out his palm, and patted Ulf's arm.
After hearing this, Ulf could only shake his head helplessly, and his eyes fell on the Ring of Thor in the palm of his hand. The ring was black and shiny, but there were small Niru characters carved inside the ring, giving it an ancient and simple temperament. , seems to flow around the ring.
This made Ulf unconsciously think of the great literary work "The Demon Realm" of later generations. It is not known whether the inspiration for the Supreme Lord of the Rings came from this ring.
However, Ulf still put the ring on the ring finger of his right hand. Unexpectedly, it fit perfectly, and the ring stuck tightly to the ring finger.
"May your great adventure be able to sail far enough." Guzrun watched Ulf put the ring on his hand, nodded with satisfaction, stretched out his hands and shook Ulf's strong arm tightly. , then turned around and led his followers away.
Ulf looked at Guzrun's strong back and opened his mouth slightly, as if he had an impulse to tell this ambitious and ruthless Viking leader, but who cared about him very much, that if he had the chance, he would Alfred must be killed, but he quickly held back, because Ulf himself didn't know what changes and consequences it would bring if he really killed Alfred.
"Hey, everything is the will of the gods." Ulf shook his head slightly and could only comfort himself. All he could do now was to rely on historical knowledge and lead his companions away from the land of right and wrong in England. , returned to East Hamar to strengthen his strength.
"Rebirth of the Great Era of Fighting Waves"
Just when the North warriors in the mountain stream began to form a long snake-like formation, and under the surveillance of the Wessex people, they set off towards the Danfa region.
Suddenly, everyone heard the sound of horse hooves.
"Boom~~."
The sound of horse hoofbeats was rapid and brisk, and the Wessex cavalry looked around nervously after hearing it. They were deeply afraid that this group of Vikings would not keep their promise and would take the opportunity to attack them.
"Grey Law~~~"
Suddenly, the horses under the Wessex cavalry neighed, and the cavalry on their backs were spinning around. Some people even fell off the horses because they were too nervous.
"Hahahaha." The North soldiers who were setting off burst into laughter when they saw this scene. Although they accepted the tribute and would not attack the Wessex people, it did not prevent them from laughing at each other's cowardice and incompetence.
"Damn beast, calm down." The Wessex knight who was in charge of supervision was very angry when he saw this. He whipped the war horse under his crotch hard with a whip, and then gradually calmed down the war horse.
"Sir, look quickly." Suddenly, a rider next to the knight pointed in the direction of the sound of horse hooves and said in shock.
"What?" The knight had just tamed his mount, and he was angry at being laughed at by the savage Vikings, so he said angrily, but he still raised his eyes and looked over. This sight suddenly made him surprised and dumbfounded.
In the distance, a group of tall and beautiful northern women galloped in on war horses. There were wings on the backs of their mounts. From a distance, they looked like a group of flying angels.
"God." Some Wessex cavalrymen looked pale, thinking they had witnessed the miracle of the angel's arrival. They quickly took out their cross necklaces and kept making the sign of the cross with their other hand.
"Valkyrie~~."
When the North warriors saw the group of female riders approaching from far away, they shouted a name from the bottom of their hearts.
"Ange." Among the crowd, only Ulf looked at the female riders in the distance with a calm face, and said softly with his hanging heart gradually relieved.
