In the vast woods outside the parish, there are a few reflections. At first glance, there seems to be no problem, because sometimes it may be the light reflected by birds with beautiful feathers jumping among the branches.
But the mercenary captain frowned. He felt something keenly. This was an intuition developed on the battlefield. It was definitely not the reflection of a bird's feathers, but the bloodthirsty light of the weapon.
"Damn it, boys, pick up your weapons right now." The mercenary captain immediately shouted loudly to the soldiers.
And these soldiers who had not received much training, even after hearing the mercenary captain's order, started to panic, and the formation they had just formed became a bit messy. This made the mercenary captain extremely anxious. If the enemy came at this time, If they attack, I'm afraid they will only be massacred.
At the same time, Ulf in the woods had his hands on the branches of a tree, and he raised his eyes to look at the army in the parish.
"Attack." Ulf put his hand down from the branch and turned to order the North warriors behind him.
"Oooo."
With a burst of shouting, the North warriors following Ulf raised their weapons and rushed towards the guards of the Christchurch Diocese from the woods.
"It's the Vikings." When the soldiers from the Diocese of Christchurch saw the tall Nordic warriors rushing out of the woods with axes in their hands, they suddenly made a sound of panic. They didn't expect The Vikings, who should have been restrained by the king, actually went south and invaded here.
"Don't be afraid, coward, hold on still." The mercenary captain was shocked. He didn't expect the soldiers of these parishes to be so afraid of the Vikings. They forgot their responsibilities, and some of them even abandoned their weapons and began to scatter. escape.
In fact, in the view of the mercenary captain, as long as the intersection of the parish is guarded and the terrain is used, the Vikings can be dealt with. However, now that morale has collapsed and there is no formation to maintain, one person alone is no match for the Vikings.
"There is no decent opponent." Vargas excitedly rushed to the parish with the ax in his hand, but saw the frightened soldiers running away, which made him feel disappointed.
The angry Vargas held his axe, opened his arms, and roared loudly from the soldiers, venting his dissatisfaction. As a Norse warrior, nothing would disappoint them more than fighting with a group of cowards.
"Okay, let your men clean up the mess. Let's go to the church." Ulf walked over calmly at this time. He reached out and patted Vargas on the shoulder and said to him.
"Church, by the way, where else." After listening to Ulf's words, Vargas became a little interested. There are always some good things hidden in Christian churches, including shiny vessels and boxes. jewelry gold coins.
Of course, what Vargas finds more interesting is using an ax to chop open those weak men who shave off a ring of hair on their heads, as well as the chattering priests. The gods he believes in seem to like to thirst for the blood of these people. Of course, if Asked how Vargas knew, he would definitely say that the gods told him.
The bells of the Christchurch Diocese Church rang, and the loud sound resounded throughout the place. Many people fled into the church in an attempt to obtain God's protection so that they could avoid those terrifying demonic monsters. Kyoto's killing.
"Ping." But soon, Ulf and others who found the church came to the door of the church. They saw that the heavy wooden door was tightly closed, but Ulf just nodded. A man holding a double-edged axe The North warrior walked to the wooden door. He raised his ax and aimed it at the wooden door and slashed at it.
With loud noises, the wooden door began to shake. People outside could hear the screams of the people inside, but they could not prevent the door from falling. When the door fell with a crash, dust filled the entire church. .
"You can't do this. This is God's holy temple." The bishop held the cross in his hand and said tremblingly to Ulf and others outside the door.
"Eh?" Vargas and the others glanced at the bishop in a funny way, and then at Ulf, who looked as if he was watery, as if they were waiting for his order.
"Drag all the people out." Ulf didn't say much and ordered Vargas and others.
Soon, amid the panic of women, children, and men, Vargas and others rushed into the church like eagles flying into a chicken coop, and drove everyone out of the building. Church with stained glass windows.
"God bless you, take everything and don't hurt my believers." The bishop also recognized the situation clearly at this time. He was picked up by Vargas by the collar, like a chicken, and was thrown into the crow. In front of Wolf.
And Ulf was sitting on a wine barrel, with a wooden box under his feet, which contained some gold coins. He kicked the wooden box with his feet. It was indeed heavy. It was found in the church cellar.
"The Point Guard Is Here"
"You are rich Bishop," Ulf said to the Bishop in the common language.
"This is just used by the parishioners to donate to the church for repainting and repairing the church." The bishop said to Ulf and others with a sad face.
"It doesn't matter, it belongs to us now, and you, the bishop may have something to trouble you with." Ulf stood up kindly, came to the bishop, bent down and stretched out his hand to straighten the wrinkled clothes on the bishop's back, and spoke softly. Said coquettishly.
The bishop opened his eyes in horror and looked at Ulf in front of him. He didn't know what on earth this ferocious Viking was going to do.
Outside the diocese of Christchurch, the mercenary captain was running desperately. Even though he was so embarrassed, he did not abandon his sword. He just looked back from time to time to see if there were any Vikings chasing him. Fortunately No one cared about him at this time, which made the mercenary captain breathe a sigh of relief.
Just now, he witnessed with his own eyes that several of his trained men had their heads cut open in half by the Vikings with axes. Blood mixed with brains flowed everywhere. The frightened mercenary captain could only turn around and run away. The soldiers said that he had killed Vikings, which was purely a boast he made to gain the trust of the bishop.
"We can't stay here anymore. We have to change places. Maybe we can cross the sea and go to the Frankish territory on the opposite side." The mercenary captain, who thought he had escaped the pursuit of the Vikings, sat down next to a creek, panting heavily. Qi held his only property, the iron sword, and muttered to himself.
"Gray Law~~." But at this moment, he heard the sound of a war horse neighing next to him. The mercenary captain stood up in a hurry and looked behind him in surprise.
