In shock, Yinsak and others watched helplessly as the people being bled on the altar could not understand the purpose of this blood sacrifice. However, they immediately attributed this behavior to evil.
"Lord, please forgive these people." Yinsak stretched out his hand and made the sign of the cross. This action fell into Ulf's eyes. He did not stop him, but just narrowed his eyes slightly.
However, fortunately, except for this part of the bloody sacrifice, after the other banquets began, they were almost the same as the harvest festivals of the Angsa people. People began to revel in the food and drinks.
"Friar, I'll give you some wine." Ulf walked up to Yinsak, and the two sat together, looking at the dancing Norseman holding a torch.
"I'm glad that you can go home, so that there will no longer be conflicts between us." Yinsak took a sip of wine, looked at the rising bonfire, and said to Ulf.
"Go home, maybe, but Northmen are always on the road to adventure." Ulf chuckled lightly and said to Yinsak calmly.
"Why can't you just conquer other people's lands unscrupulously because your hometown is barren?" Yin Sak said somewhat confused.
"Friar, you seem to have made a mistake." Ulf looked at Yinsak. If Yinsak said this sanctimoniously to others, it might confuse others, but Ulf is a time traveler. We all know the underpants of the Angsa people.
"What do you mean?" Yin Sak asked confused.
"Is this land under your feet your home?" Ulf sneered and stepped on the ground below.
"Of course, we were born here, grew up here, built the Lord's temple, and prayed for peace in the world." Yinsak immediately said to Ulf.
"No, this was once the home of the ancient Celts. The Romans came and conquered the land of the Celts. The Celts invited you Angsa people to come across the sea to help them resist the Romans, but in fact you But he conquered their land and pushed them to the more peripheral Irish islands." Ulf unceremoniously revealed the origins of the Angsa people. Since they are all as black as crows in the world, the eldest brother should not talk about the second brother.
"You?" Yinsak was shocked. He didn't understand why a Viking was so familiar with the history of this island. You must know that knowledge was a privilege monopolized by priests and nobles throughout the era.
In their view, the Vikings were a group of barbarians who only knew destruction and had no idea what history was. They were dirty and bloody and only knew killing.
However, in Yinsak's eyes at this moment, Ulf seemed so different. His deep eyes revealed wisdom. Under this gaze, Yinsak felt naked without clothes.
"That happened many years ago. What's more, no one can tell clearly about the situation at that time. Some people say that the Guket people gave us the land out of friendship." Yin Sak argued, but he still felt guilty. Drink to cover yourself up.
"Maybe, but history is the little girl of the winner, who can be dressed up by anyone. If we occupy this island, then there may be the same warm scene in the mouth of the bard." Ulf smiled, He picked up the cup, drank from the cup, and said to Yin Sak.
"Lord, please forgive me." Yinsak couldn't help but pray in a low voice. He felt that he must have been tempted by the devil, so he was swayed by Ulf's words. Update without error@
"So Yinsak, how long do you think the peace between us can last?" Ulf put down the drinking glass, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said to Yinsak in front of him.
"Of course the longer the peace, the better. It's good for both of us." Yinsak said slyly.
"Humph, do you really think so?" Ulf snorted, raised his chin, and looked at the bald monk in front of him. This monk was so smart that Ulf always felt that he couldn't let him leave easily.
"My king expects this." Yinsak said quickly.
"But there will always be a battle between us. Who do you think will win when the time comes?" Ulf exhaled and said to Yinsak.
"We will both lose. This is not good. The Vikings should return to their hometown with Danish gold." Yinsak shrugged and said to Ulf.
"The Danish gold cannot be filled. (This chapter is not finished yet!)
Chapter 160: The Value of a Monk
To satisfy the appetite of our people, they even hope to obtain land. "Ulf sighed. The population of Northern Europe is gradually expanding. Soon, the barren land will no longer be able to accommodate more people. Then the only possibility is to find and conquer more land. _o_m
"But you don't need to keep coming here. Maybe there will be more land in other directions, such as the east." Yinsak blinked and tried to divert the disaster eastward.
"Haha, you remind me a lot, but you are right. I don't think we should fight here. Your king is already familiar with our fighting methods. If we continue to fight, I'm afraid he won't be able to take advantage. If it is If I say it, I will organize the army to go east and south." Ulf nodded slightly, he looked at Yinsak in front of him, and talked to him about his ideas.
"The east, I remember, is the territory of your relatives, the Russian Vikings, and the south is Italy?" Yinsak was also drunk at this time. He had read the manuscript countless times and heard from other travelers and pilgrims. I learned a lot, so I said it without hesitation.
"You know?" Ulf was slightly surprised. He didn't expect that Yinsak in front of him actually knew so much. You must know that in this era of limited information, many people don't even know what is happening outside their own village.
"Of course, I once dreamed of going on a pilgrimage to Jerusalem. Lord, where will your children shed blood to wash away the sins of the world." Yinsak's eyes were blurred. He looked at the bonfire and the blood that was gradually drying up on the altar. Feeling that his mind was no longer in a good place, he stood up unsteadily and said to Ulf.
"Jerusalem." Ulf's eyes narrowed. The plain-looking monk in front of him had a certain value. Yinsak was proficient in Latin. This convoluted and difficult language was mastered by very few people.
Looking at the carefree Yinsak, Ulf's heart moved slightly. He stood up and walked in the direction of Vargas. At this moment, this North warrior who worshiped the dark god was having fun with the women wantonly. He also took out dried mushrooms in his hand. These mushrooms have a hallucinogenic effect.
After ordinary people drink it, they will have a strange feeling. Some people say that it will allow people to enter the Valhalla Temple and see traces of the gods.
"Interesting, maybe it's time to add more companions." After Ulf begged the mushroom from Vargas, he held the mushroom stem with his fingers, looked at the unconscious Yinsak beside the campfire, and murmured to himself road. .
Chapter 160: The Value of a Monk
