The shieldmaidens rode winged horses, like Valkyries, and gracefully descended in front of everyone's eyes. However, the reactions of the Northmen and Wessexes were completely opposite.
In the eyes of the Norse people, this group of returning shield maidens are the real Valkyries on the battlefield, so they cheered for Ange and others as if they were welcoming heroes.
At first, the Wessex people were just surprised that there was a group of Norse warriors who were no longer within their control. However, the knights among them soon realized that these shield maidens were constantly intercepting and killing They were escorting the guys from the grain team.
"Damn witches." A knight who had seen the miserable situation of the grain escort team suddenly gritted his teeth angrily. His eyes seemed to be about to spit out flames at the next moment, staring at the figures of Ange and others.
It was the killings of Ange and others that made the Wessex soldiers remain silent about their mission of delivering food.
They were not afraid of dying on the battlefield, but people who had seen the scene of the grain escort team told others after they came back that the grain escort team was killed by a group of northern witches.
These witches will continue to destroy the bodies of soldiers, and will also devour human souls and send them to Satan in hell. There are even more outrageous legends that believe that the soldiers of the food team were directly killed by the devils summoned by the witches. dead.
The bravest Wessex soldiers did not dare to rashly make enemies of the devil, not to mention that if their souls were captured by the devil, wouldn't they suffer in hell forever?
Therefore, these rumors caused great trouble to the senior officials of Wessex, and they could only desperately suppress such rumors. However, the more suppressed a rumor is, the more likely it is that it will be considered true and credible by the people below.
Therefore, compared to the Vikings who were facing the enemy, the Wessex knights hated the shield maiden light cavalry led by Anger even more. They even planned to form a hunting team to capture and burn these witches.
However, I didn't expect the war to end so quickly, so I could only show my anger at this time.
However, Ange and others did not care about the gazes of this group of Wessex people. They rode up to Ulf and others, then tightened the reins of their horses and gradually stopped.
I saw Ange, who was wearing an animal skin shawl with his hair scattered and his expression unmoving, lightly raised his right leg, jumped off the horse, and walked straight in front of Ulf.
"We completed the mission." Ange put his left hand on his waist and pursed his lips and said to Ulf.
"I heard that your tactics scared the shit out of the Wessex people." There was a smile on Ulf's lips, his eyes fell on Ange, and he saw her animal skin shawl, which was shaken by the bumps. He looked dirty, and his eyes could not help but reveal pity, but the pity quickly subsided, as if it had never appeared before.
Because it is their long-cherished wish to rush to the battlefield as a shield maiden, and inappropriate mercy will be regarded as an insult by the shield maidens.
Ulf raised his left hand, pressed it on Ange's shoulder, and held Ange in his arms with a slight force. This kind of hug only appeared between North warriors who lived and died together.
As Ulf hugged him, the faint fragrance of Ange entered his nose. It was a smell of fresh goat's milk mixed with the fragrance of flowers. And Ange didn't seem to expect that Ulf would make such an action, and he felt a little disappointed. He just politely stretched out his right hand and patted Ulf on the back.
When Ulf let go of Ange, Ulf looked over Ange's shoulder and saw a man who looked like a Wessex soldier mixed in among the shield girls. He couldn't help but look at him curiously.
"A slave we captured." Ange turned towards Roger and said to Ulf calmly.
"Prisoner?" Ulf frowned slightly and looked at Roger, whose hands were tied with a thick linen rope. It seemed that the slave was in good physical condition. Ulf would not do anything about this. Any moral judgment, after all, the Vikings had the habit of keeping slaves.
"He understands the language of the West Franks." Ange grabbed the thick linen rope and slowly gathered the rope. Roger was forced to walk over step by step. Although he looked embarrassed, he was not mistreated. .
And Roger was also looking at Ulf in front of him. This young Viking was actually the leader of this group of shield girls. Ulf's eyes were as blue and deep as lakes. When his eyes fell on him, At that time, it seemed as if the soul was penetrated in an instant, and no secret seemed to be hidden.
"Oh, do you know the language of the West Franks?" Ulf raised his eyebrows slightly. Any time a talent knows another foreign language, he will always be valued. However, Ulf is a bit strange. Why Wessex soldiers knew the West Frankish language.
You must know that although the boundaries between countries are blurred at this time, the gap between tribes is very deep. They basically have no contact with each other, and they are hostile to each other. Unless they are nobles for some purpose, they will deliberately imitate others. language.
"My father is a West Frankish tribesman. He was originally a fisherman and was washed up on the British islands after a storm." At this time, Roger said to Ulf and others in the Norse language.
"Do you understand our language?" Ulf's eyes narrowed slightly. Unexpectedly, this humble Wessex man actually mastered three languages. Is this a treasure?
"Our village is adjacent to the Danfa area. Although the Vikings, oh, and the Dongmin will harass our village, some people will come to do business with us. That's when I learned some of your language." Luo Jay raised his tied hands and rubbed his nose. The tip of his nose was red, which together with the red beard on his chin looked a little funny.
"Oh." Ulf narrowed his eyes slightly, looked deeply at Roger in front of him, and suddenly reached out to Ange's waist.
"..." Ange was stunned for a moment, not understanding what Ulf was going to do, and then he saw Ulf pull out the knife from his waist.
This is a sharp and exquisite knife with a deer antler polished smooth handle. The blade is engraved with small flower patterns. These patterns were carefully polished by Ange with tools when he had nothing to do.
And at this time
Roger suddenly saw Ulf saying something inappropriate, so he pulled out a sharp knife and approached him step by step. This made him take a half step back out of fear, and his face turned pale, thinking that he had said something wrong. If you say anything, you will be killed.
"Brush." However, Ulf just cut Roger's rope with the knife in his hand, and the cut rope fell to the ground.
Roger looked at Ulf who turned around in confusion, and rubbed his wrists that were sore from being tied up. He didn't understand what Ulf meant.
"Follow me." But Ange stepped forward and grabbed Roger's shoulders, pushing him forcefully into Ulf's team, asking Roger to follow everyone.
Roger was pushed by Ange's strong arm and staggered into the middle of the Norse warriors. He was a little confused, but he took a look at the group of ferocious-looking Vikings around him and the flashlights slung around their waists. Liang's ax could not help but slide up and down his throat. He swallowed hard and had no choice but to follow the crowd.
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A bifurcated road crosses in front of the North warriors. If they go north, they will bypass a section of the Kingdom of Wessex and return to the Danfa region.
If you go south, you will come to the English Channel, where you can return to Norway through the ocean.
"Wulf, farewell." Guzrun stood on the roadside covered with weeds. He wore an iron helmet on his head, an exquisite chainmail suit, and a Viking long sword slung around his waist. He said calmly to Ulf and the others.
"May the gods bless you." Ulf nodded slightly, looked calmly at Guzlen and others in front of him, and said to him.
Guzlen said nothing more, mounted a brown war horse, and slowly walked into his army without looking back. This North army was like a winding giant snake, Crawling slowly on the path.
Compared to Guzrun's army, the hundreds of Norse warriors led by Ulf were much smaller in size, and they were also joined by Norwegians.
"Let's go." But Ulf didn't stay long, waved his hand and led his soldiers towards the other side.
The army that was originally together quickly separated and headed north and south.
And all this fell into the eyes of the Wessex people who were watching. One of the knights immediately turned his horse's head, whipped his horse hard with his whip, and headed towards where Alfred was. Speeding.
After running around for a while, the knight saw a wooden castle where the king temporarily lived. Sergeants with spears on the wooden walls were on guard, and beside the stables in the castle square, the cavalry were brushing their horses and chatting with each other. With.
"Deng Deng Deng~~." After the knight entered the castle, he rushed into the castle fortress. His leather boots stepped on the stone ground, making a crisp sound.
The servants and nobles passing by the fortress looked at him in great surprise, but the knight showed no intention of stopping. He walked directly through the long corridor and opened a heavy wooden door at the end.
"Your Majesty, the Viking army has divided up and left." The knight walked straight into the room and saw Alfred sitting at the wooden table, holding a quill and signing documents, and immediately said loudly.
"Thank God, these barbarians have finally left our territory." The fat cheek of the bishop on the side trembled, and he quickly stretched out his fingers that looked like small sausages with rings on them, and crossed himself on his chest before saying.
"You can't let down your guard. You must not let down your guard until the Vikings have completely left. Your Majesty, you should send someone to keep an eye on the hostages." Isaac, who was standing in the corner, frowned and said to Alfred.
