Yinsak's face froze, and the blood in his body seemed to be frozen. Although he had always believed that he had a pious faith and could face death calmly, after all, death was just a judgment for Christians.
However, when the bloody butcher knife was placed on his neck, Yinsak still felt fear, and his inner desires and beliefs violently conflicted. He did not want to see God so early.
"Dear Chief Wolf, I am the king's special envoy. I cannot die casually without receiving His Majesty's order. And as a Christian, I cannot sacrifice myself to the gods." Yin Sack immediately used his clever tongue and said to Woolf.
However, Yinsak's eyes avoided Woolf's, and the dense beads of sweat on his forehead revealed his true thoughts.
"Ha, my friend, I was just joking." Woolf suddenly laughed, he clamped Yinsak's neck with his strong hands and said to him.
Yinsak was so trapped that he could hardly breathe, but he still managed to squeeze out a smile. He didn't know what the Viking leader wanted to do.
"Bring the others up." Woolf let go of his hand, turned around and ordered to Ange and others.
Soon, several clergymen from the parish were brought up. They looked tired and numb, and some of them had injuries on their faces. It was obvious that these people were well received by the Vikings.
Yinsak was also confused. For some reason, Woolf brought these people up. Just when he was puzzled, he saw Woolf walking slowly in front of the group of parish clergy.
"What are your identities?" Woolf asked these prisoners in Angsa language.
These clergy captives looked at each other, wondering what Woolf was doing by bringing them here. However, when they saw the others, they seemed to realize something and suddenly became uneasy.
Seeing that these people were silent, Woolf narrowed his eyes and grabbed a thin man by the neck, as if he were lifting a chicken.
The man's eyes widened in horror, and he opened his mouth to breathe, but no air could be sucked into his lungs, and the pain made a crackling sound in his throat.
"I am a priest in the diocese, and Brother Yom is just an ordinary deacon in the church." At this time, a priest with long cheeks, brown eyes, and thin lips spoke.
Woolf's eyes moved to him, looked deeply at him, and let go of his hand. At this time, the others were silent, even Yinsak did not dare to speak, for fear that these bloody Vikings would suddenly use The ax in his hand cracked open their skulls.
"What's your name?" Woolf asked the priest in stiff Anglican.
"My name is Robert." The priest seemed to be relieved when he saw Woolf loosening his hand, and said to Woolf in Nordic Danish language.
"Very well, who is the highest-ranking person among you?" Woolf was interested in the priest who knew Danish. He raised his finger and pointed at the clergy and asked Robert.
"That's the Chief Deacon." Robert looked up and hid behind someone, shaking like chaff, and a fat man said.
"Chief Deacon, please help me translate, Father." Woolf nodded slightly. He walked back and pulled the Head Deacon out of the crowd.
"No, no." The chief deacon lowered his head in fear, wishing that if there was a hole in the ground, he would get into it immediately.
Father Robert frowned, but he still followed Woolf's request and translated Woolf's words.
"Now we want to sacrifice these people to the shadow god Loki, but my friend Yinsak thinks it is too cruel, and I think so too." Wolf pointed at Yinsak and said to the chief deacon.
"Yes." The archdeacon nodded repeatedly after listening to the priest's translation. Now that Woolf said he was his father, the archdeacon would nod in agreement.
"So, according to my friend Yinsak, you Christians have a sacred spirit of devotion. If you can voluntarily dedicate yourself and take the initiative to go to the altar, I can let these people go. How about it?" Woolf took the photo. He patted the chief deacon on the shoulder and said to the chief deacon.
Yinsak looked bitter after hearing this, and Woolf said this as if it was all his own idea.
"What?" The chief deacon's face froze after hearing this. He didn't expect that Woolf would ask him to die voluntarily. This kind of behavior that violated people's survival instinct was simply not something ordinary people could do.
"Why, isn't this your Christian virtue?" Woolf narrowed his eyes slightly, patted his shoulder with his hand, and said to the deacon.
"No, no." The chief deacon was trembling all over. He knelt down in front of Woolf, hugged Woolf's legs, and kept pleading.
At this time, other Norse people showed contempt. They admired the brave men who were not afraid of death and spurned the cowards.
And Yinsak looked embarrassed. It was obvious that Woolf was humiliating Christian teachings in this way, but Yinsak would not compromise easily.
"Chief Woolf, the devotion of Christ is the greatest spirit. It is impossible for us sinful people to achieve it, unless we are saints." Yinsak defended to Woolf.
"Oh, so your God is willing to hang yourself on the cross, but you are like selfish cowards, enjoying the so-called glory of the Lord? And you are not willing to do anything for your God at all." Wool The husband chuckled lightly and said to Yin Sak.
"I said, we are just ordinary people. The only thing we can do is pray to the Lord." Yin Sak smiled awkwardly and said with his hands clasped together.
"Humph, who among you Norse people is willing to dedicate yourself to take the place of these cowardly Christians?" Woolf snorted softly, but turned to the Norse people present, opened his arms with his back to Yinsak, and shouted loudly said.
"I do."
"Please use me."
"I would like to go to the land of the gods."
In Yinsak's surprised look, he saw North warriors coming out one after another. They solemnly expressed their willingness to offer themselves as sacrifices.
"Look, Lord Yinsak, this is faith." Woolf nodded with satisfaction. He turned back to look at Yinsak and said.
"I am willing to take their place." But at this moment, Father Robert said calmly to Woolf.
"Oh?" Woolf was slightly surprised. He didn't expect that the priest who knew Danish would dedicate himself to saving others. Compared to the archdeacon kneeling on the ground, Robert seemed much nobler.
Seeing this, other Norse people also looked at Father Robert with respect, and the sacrificial drums began to sound.
