Swords collided with swords, sparks flying from the friction.
"Oh." The sword edge slit the Wessex guard's throat, and blood spurted out from the wound.
Ulf raised his foot and kicked his body violently towards the person behind the Wessex guard. When the guards collided with each other, the North soldiers took the opportunity to kill them.
Although the Wessex guards were large in number, the North warriors completely suppressed them in terms of momentum. What's more, the Wessex people didn't know whether this group of Vikings who emerged from the waterway were still alive. how many.
For a moment, they even felt that there were countless Vikings emerging from the ground like devils.
"Hold on, we can't let them enter the castle."
At this time, a Wessex noble in armor and a pointed iron helmet grabbed the soldiers trying to escape with his hands and pushed them back, trying to block the Viking attack.
Under the encouragement and leadership of the nobles, these Wessex soldiers plucked up the courage, armed with shields and spears, and went to the library to block the Vikings inside.
"Oh~~~~~." Suddenly, a wolf howled, and a huge black shadow came out, and then, a bloody mouth full of sharp teeth was directed at the throat of the Wessex noble. Run.
The opponent didn't even have a chance to grunt, and was thrown to the ground by Heitan. His body was pressed by a huge black wolf. His legs kept twitching and stopped moving after a while.
"Oh." Black Tan raised its huge wolf head, stretched out its scarlet tongue and licked its nose. Blood dripped from its big mouth, and its green eyes looked back at the other Wessex soldiers.
"Devils, these devils know how to control wolves." The Wessex soldiers were stunned. They were afraid of the savagery of the Vikings, but they were even more afraid of mysterious things, such as the scene in front of them.
In the religious beliefs of the Wessex people, only wizards, devils and the like can control beasts. Now a terrifying Viking is carrying a beast, which is enough to prove that the Wessex soldiers are extremely capable of fighting. Not your ordinary Vikings.
"Oh woo hoo." After Heitan bit the Wessex nobleman who was commanding the battle to death, he hunched his back, bared his teeth, and slowly approached the Wessex soldiers.
"Lord." The Wessex soldiers were so shocked that some of them even dropped their weapons and instead grabbed the wooden cross pendants they were carrying, trying to use their faith to resist the magic from the pagans.
However, Ulf and others would not give them a chance. The flying ax sharply penetrated the air and hit the head of a Wessex soldier holding a cross pendant. In an instant, the Wessex soldier's head was chopped into pieces. Two halves.
Bright blood mixed with brains flowed out from the open wound, and the body fell to the ground in a weird posture.
"Wow."
The exciting smell of blood and the horrifying scene before them completely broke the will of the Wessex soldiers, and they fled desperately.
"Well done." Ulf and others looked at the empty library and breathed a sigh of relief. Although they thought they could fight one against ten, there were so many Wessex guards blocking the library. , will definitely delay the plan.
"Search the warehouse immediately and start setting fire to it. Guzrun's people will see it." Ulf patted Heitan's big head with his hand, then turned to the North soldiers and said.
"Got it." The North soldiers did not dare to neglect. They knew that although this surprise attack was generally successful, more people must capture the castle if they want to capture Alfred.
at this time
The surprise army led by Guzlen was rushing into the wilderness. They carried bucklers and axes on their backs, lined up in a long line, and quickly crossed the stream and passed through the woods.
"Hoo, ho."
Guzrun was wearing armor and carrying a round shield. He stood on a high ground, leaning on a long-handled ax and looking ahead.
After the sleepless day and night journey, the Wessex people probably did not expect that Guzlen would lead the army back so quickly. They did not carry flags or ride horses, relying entirely on a pair of
Meaty feet, climbing over mountains and ridges.
"The destination should be ahead." Sigrid walked up to Guzlen. She pointed ahead and said to Guzlen.
"Are you sure that Ulf can break into the castle?" Guzlen frowned slightly and said to Sigrid with some uncertainty.
Although Ulf told Guzlun that he would attack the castle first and then release a signal, at this time Guzlun only needed to lead the army to attack the castle and make sure not to let anyone in the castle go. However, Guzlen also knew very well how difficult it was to capture a castle. As long as there was a slight delay, the Wessex nobles in the surrounding territories would bring troops to support and seize Alfred's plan. It will be ruined.
"Don't worry, Ulf has a plan." Sigrid could only insist on saying to Guzlen.
In fact, under the current situation, it is impossible for Guzlen to leave with this army. A good hunter will never leave empty-handed if he has not captured his prey.
"Fire, it's fire."
At this time, some North soldiers saw the flickering light in the castle, like a small candle flame, but Guzlen and others understood that this should be the signal Ulf sent them.
"Yes, let's catch a prey." Guzlen also had a smile on his face. He took the risk of tearing up the agreement with the Wessex people, of course to get more benefits.
As long as they capture the king of the Wessex people, they will be able to seize the only kingdom of Wessex that has not been conquered and get more land and wealth without having to believe in the religion of Roush.
"Hurry up, those who fall behind, be careful of the blood eagle punishment I will inflict." Gucilu said loudly to his warriors in a rough voice, while raising the ax in his hand.
"Hmm." After hearing this, the North soldiers hurriedly opened their strong legs and ran towards the castle.
The flames spread in the castle, and there was chaos everywhere. The Wessex soldiers covered their mouths and noses and squinted their eyes to protect Alfred and his family, trying to find a way out.
"They are setting fire, these damn Vikings." The palace steward who followed him cursed in distress.
"Don't be born, let's take off our clothes." Alfred was keenly aware of something. He knew that the Vikings generally rarely waste things. Since they were about to capture the castle, why did they set it on fire?
And soon, Alfred understood that the purpose of setting the fire was not simple.
