The crow stood on the treetop and screamed in the direction of everyone. There seemed to be some strange scrutiny in its eyes, making people feel like they were being watched or monitored.
"That's enough. This may be Loki's trick. You know he often plays tricks on people." Ange glanced at everyone, with disdain on her face, and said with her hands on her hips.
"If it's Loki's trick, I will know it." Vargas looked solemn, and there was oil paint around his eyes, making his eyes even deeper. This is the dress of Loki's followers. They think Loki is fickle. and cunning.
"I leave the choice to you." Ulf turned around and walked to a diesel truck. He patted the wooden shaft of the diesel truck with his hand and said to everyone.
Although Ulf understands the direction of history, he does not know whether this fate will change, and what role he plays in it as a time traveler. This inexplicable feeling of unknown makes him feel Hesitant.
"So what if it is the will of the gods? We should believe in ourselves. Do we really want to return to the barren East Hamar? The crops grown there can hardly even feed children. But here we can not only grow from Unsa There were enough gold and silver utensils and food seized from the people's church, not to mention the fertile land under their feet." Ange frowned, and she said angrily to everyone.
"That's right." Several other people nodded slightly. The cold and barren land in Northern Europe almost made it impossible for anyone to survive. During the period of following Ulf to conquer England, they saw the wealth here and the fertility of the land. , and blood was spilled here. If the cost of these efforts cannot be recovered, no one will be willing to do so.
"Those who agreed to stay planted their arrows on the ground." Ulf turned his back to everyone. He touched his lips with his fingers and said to Ange and others.
Black Tan at Ulf's feet scratched his ears with his front paws, opened his big mouth full of sharp teeth, and yawned, seeming to be a little impatient with this meeting.
After counting ten times in his mind, Ulf turned around and saw several missing arrows stuck on the ground. It seemed that everyone agreed to stay here.
"Then shall we continue building ships?" Vargas touched his beard on his chin and asked Ulf and others.
"Of course we need to build a ship, first transport the plundered materials to the lowland stronghold, then recruit a group of people, and then conduct training here." Ulf pursed his lips. Since he chose to stay, he must be fully prepared.
"Got it." Seeing Ulf agree to stay here, Vargas smiled. Returning to East Hamar will only make his ax rusty. As a believer of Loki, Vargas has not yet used it. Enough blood to wash the ax clean.
"Vargos, I have a task for you." Ulf stepped forward and patted Vargos on the shoulder and said to him.
"What mission?"
"Ride to Guzrun and tell him..." Ulf whispered in Vargas's ear.
"Are you sure?" Vargas was slightly surprised when he heard this. It would be impossible for them to know this kind of thing clearly.
"Go, Guzlen will owe me a favor." Ulf said to Vargas confidently.
"Okay, but if the intelligence is wrong, Guzrun may chop my head off." Vargas frowned, and he couldn't help but say to Ulf.
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As expected, Guzlen and others did what Ulf said to his companions. They did not lead the army obediently and returned to the Viking area of the northerners. The reason why he agreed to Alfred's peace treaty was just to wait for a Chance.
"The number of cavalry under surveillance has begun to decrease." When Guzlen put his hand on the hilt of his sword and stared into the distance, a North leader walked up to him and whispered.
"Very good, let the soldiers go slowly, don't be in a hurry." Guzlen nodded slightly, narrowed his eyes slightly, and ordered the leader of North.
When Guzrun and Ulf parted ways, Alfred became more certain that the Vikings were abiding by the contract and were preparing to return to their hometown. Although they still arranged cavalry to continue to monitor Guzrun, the peace treaty and the so-called conversion, Blinded Alfred and the court officials.
"After crossing the river, we are almost close to our territory." Gu
Cilen looked at a river in the distance, but felt a little anxious in his heart, because when he left, the spies that he secretly sent out found nothing.
"The river is a bit turbulent, do we need to build a bridge?" At this time, someone asked Guzlen.
"Of course, it is necessary to choose the right wood to build a bridge." Guzlen nodded immediately. Before he got the exact information, he wished he could encounter a small ditch and build a wooden bridge over it.
Guzlen's soldiers immediately set up camp, and they began to cut down trees to make a wooden bridge. This scene was also seen by the cavalry brought by Alfred. The cavalry looked at each other, wondering what these people were doing. What do you want to do.
"They seem to be building a bridge." One of the cavalrymen looked at it and said to his companions.
"When did these Vikings become so cowardly? Ha." The cavalry began to laugh at those Vikings. However, they still sent people to Chippenham to report Guzlen's latest progress to Alfred. Virtue.
In Chippenham Palace, Alfred was walking in the courtyard with his hands behind his back. Several courtiers were surrounding him, giving Alfred a detailed introduction to the news about restoring the kingdom's productivity and organizing armaments.
"Your Majesty, there is news about Guzlen." At this time, a courtier hurried over and reported to Alfred.
"Let him come to see me." Alfred immediately turned around and stared at his courtiers. In fact, this was the most important thing to him at the moment. After all, the Vikings did not leave their kingdom for a day. There is no rest for a day.
Soon, the cavalry who was monitoring Alfred came forward and reported to Alfred that Guzlen and others were building the bridge.
"Building a bridge is a good thing. If they are not prepared to leave, why would they waste their energy building a bridge?"
The courtiers thought this was good news. After all, no one would take the trouble to build a wooden bridge.
"Yes." Alfred nodded slightly. His face was as heavy as water, but he kept thinking in his heart whether Guzlen really led his army to leave his kingdom.
At this time, Alfred actually missed his ugly monk Yinsak. If he was here, he would definitely help him analyze properly, but damn Ulf actually killed this knowledgeable consultant. .
