Raindrops fell, but it did not stop the Vikings from stopping. They walked closer and closer in the direction of Alfred and others.
"Your Majesty, I'll stop them, you run away quickly." A loyal guard said to Alfred.
"Yes, we block these demons." Others also looked at Alfred at the same time. After all, only Alfred could unify the entire Wessex, and even the Angsa people on the British islands. Done.
Alfred felt like a knife was twisting in his heart. He only felt that he was the most incompetent king in history. As a king, he was supposed to resist foreign enemies and protect the strong men under his vassals, but he had to rely on the sacrifices of his vassals to survive. Stay alive.
"In the name of the Lord, I will die here as the last king of Wessex." Thinking of this, Alfred drew his sword and prepared to fight to the end with his followers.
By this time, the Vikings were approaching.
Alfred and the others leaned against the city wall. They faced the Vikings almost side by side. Fear made everyone's heart beat faster. Their hair quickly became wet under the wash of rain.
"You are here." When the leader of the Vikings came over, he did not call out to the others. Instead, he lowered his voice and said to Alfred.
"Is it you?" Alfred was stunned when he heard this familiar voice, because this was clearly the Viking Ironbelly Yinval who he had released from the dungeon.
"Fortunately, it's me. These people are my companions. They agreed to help you." Ironbelly Yinval raised the ax in his hand and said to Alfred and others.
In this chaotic castle, Ironbelly Yinval relied on his identity as a Viking to search for Alfred's whereabouts. Fortunately, he met several Norse warriors, and these warriors happened to be his fellow countrymen. .
Ironbelly Yinval lured these North warriors with money to join in the action of finding and helping Alfred. After all, if you help a king, you will definitely get a generous reward.
"Let's leave before anyone else finds out." Tiedu glanced outside warily, then signaled to Alfred and the others.
"Your Majesty, can we trust these people?" The attendant was a little worried and whispered in Alfred's ear.
"We can only take a gamble and believe in the Lord's will." Alfred stretched out his hand and made the sign of the cross, then followed Tiebelly and the others.
The group of people walked swaggeringly in the castle. Fortunately, the heavy rain was heavy, and the entire castle seemed to be shrouded in a canopy made of rain and fog.
One of the bad habits of the Vikings was that after they captured the castle, they would indulge in looting and searching for fine wine. After confirming that there was no military force that could stop them, they divided into small groups of twos and threes and broke open the houses in the castle. door, looking for valuables everywhere.
"What's going on?" When Iron Belly was walking in the castle with Alfred and others, several North warriors were laughing and walking out of a castle chapel. They were holding wooden boxes in their arms. Contains the church's silverware.
When these people saw Tiedu and others, they asked them curiously. They were not suspicious, just curious.
"Slave." Ironbelly Yinval was not surprised. He pointed at Alfred and others with the ax in his hand, and said calmly to these North warriors.
"Don't you know? Ulf asked us not to capture slaves." A North warrior holding a wooden box looked at Iron Belly and others in front of him and reminded him.
"Really?" Iron-belly Yinval licked his lips. He secretly grasped the handle of the ax in his hand and said with a heavy face.
"That's right, he asked Tongyi to gather the prisoners together, right over there." Another North warrior kindly reminded.
"Ah, yes, I was about to escort these people over." Ironbelly Yinval smiled, nodded and said to the North warrior.
"Yeah." The North warriors ignored him. They had too much fun to have, so there was no need to waste time on it.
Iron-belly Yin Val escorted Alfred and others and continued to walk towards the city gate. The rain in the sky became heavier and heavier, and the flames in the castle were almost extinguished.
There was lingering smoke everywhere, covering their whereabouts.
.....
Ulf stood in the castle square, his brows furrowed, his eyes lightly scanning the surroundings. Green smoke filled the surroundings, making it more difficult to find Alfred.
"You haven't found anyone yet?" Ulf asked Vargas anxiously.
"People have been sent to look for it, and the prisoners have also gathered them together." Vargas stretched out his hand to wipe the rain off his head and said helplessly.
No one expected that it suddenly started pouring rain.
"It's too slow. Alfred should be in the castle, telling our people to block the city gate." Ulf had an ominous premonition in his heart. Alfred was not protected in history. Kyoto caught or killed him, trying to go against his fate, but it happened to rain. Is it really God's will?
"Don't worry, Guzrun's army has arrived outside the castle, and no one can escape." Seeing Ulf's anxiety, Vargas persuaded him quickly.
"Go in person and don't miss any detail." Ulf ordered Vargas.
"I know." Vargas seemed to also see that Ulf was determined to win Alfred. He nodded, picked up the ax in his hand, and led several of his men forward.
At this time, Tiedu and others had already passed through the city gate and walked out of the castle.
"God bless." Alfred breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at the breached city gate and the corpses lying on the ground.
"Boom, boom." But before Alfred could relax, he looked up and saw a group of heavily armed Vikings heading towards the city gate, and the leader was Guzlen.
"Oops." Alfred's heart suddenly rose to his throat. Guzlen had dealt with him and knew his face. Guzlen would definitely find out if they met him like this.
Guzrun led his own army, most of which were stationed outside the castle according to Ulf's order. Guzrun himself led a group of people to prepare to enter the castle.
"Huh?" Suddenly, Guzlen saw several North warriors, escorting some Wessex people, walking towards him. He couldn't help but frown slightly. The Wessex people among them seemed to be very nervous. Looks familiar.
"Gudu." Alfred groaned secretly in his heart. He couldn't stop and could only lower his head as much as possible, hoping that Guzlen would not find him, but this seemed to be an impossible extravagant hope.
"stop."
