The Vikings who were originally sitting under the tree jumped up from the ground like frightened animals and blocked the incoming arrows with their round shields.
"They are here." Many figures appeared from the bushes and trees, coming towards this side.
"Get up, let's go." Tiedu cursed inwardly. He was too tired just now, and he didn't realize until someone approached him that he was not like this on weekdays.
Iron Belly lifted Alfred up from the ground, and then pushed him deeper into the forest. The others also struggled to stand up, like a group of driven sheep.
Alfred gritted his teeth. His whole body was sore and tired, and he felt the humiliation of being chased. If he was a weak-willed person, he would have given up long ago. He would either draw his sword and turn around to fight, or commit suicide.
However, Alfred followed his father on a pilgrimage to Rome all the way when he was a child. The wanderings along the way also tempered his will.
"As long as you are alive, there will be a way." Even though Alfred was in a miserable state and crawling in the mud, he still ran forward with all his strength, trying his best to avoid the pursuers behind him.
Ulf's pursuers were in hot pursuit, and they knew full well that they were about to catch a big fish. The two sides fought and chased each other in the dense forest.
"To escape the pursuit behind us, we can only separate." Tiedu gathered the remaining people together in front of a tree hole. After some chasing and fighting, less than 10% of their people were left. half.
"This is the only way." The Vikings under Iron Belly knew very well that when separated, one of them would become a bait, which was a method often used by prey to escape predators.
After all, the number of pursuers was equal, and they basically did not dare to disperse their forces easily.
The fleeing people immediately divided into two groups and fled in different directions.
"They are separated, what should we do?" The North warrior in charge of the pursuit immediately reported to Vargas.
"Chase one of them, and leave the rest to the people behind." Vargas frowned, and immediately chose a direction to pursue. They knew very well that if they hesitated at this time, they would immediately give the other party an opportunity to take advantage of it. .
The dark clouds in the sky gradually dispersed, bright sunlight shone on the earth, and the rain and fog covering the entire territory disappeared. This was undoubtedly beneficial to the pursuers, and the whereabouts of the escapees could be seen at a glance.
"Where."
Soon, several embarrassed Wessex nobles in the woods were caught by the pursuing North warriors and pushed to the feet of Vargas.
"Thank you Odin." Vargas turned his back to the captives and faced the sunlight shining like gold from the branches and leaves above his head. He raised his hands and said loudly.
"Oh wow." The mud on the bodies of the Wessex nobles dried up, and they were as heavy as a layer of mud armor. They fell to the ground, and tried to stand up several times, but they were unable to do so because of their legs. Soft didn't succeed.
"Tell me, where is Alfred?" Vargas turned around, stared at the unlucky guys in front of him, and asked them.
"We won't tell." Even though he was in such a situation, he was able to follow Alfred all the time and his will was strong. He did not reveal Alfred's whereabouts because of Vargas' threat.
"Oh?" Vargas narrowed his eyes slightly. He was quite surprised by the backbone of the Wessex nobles. After all, in his impression, these nobles hiding behind castles and solid walls would rather pay Danish gold. Dare not fight face to face with Norse warriors.
"Our king has been protected by the Lord. He will definitely lead the Wessex army and drive away all of you treacherous Vikings." One of the middle-aged nobles, even though his face was pale, was full of hunger. With his cold and trembling body, he could hardly kneel on the ground, but he still managed to raise his head and said to Vargas.
"Are you blessed?" Vargas had an interesting look on his face. He glanced at his companions around him. The other North warriors all laughed mockingly. Does the weak deserve God's blessing?
Immediately afterwards, Vargas took out a sharp dagger from his waist, half-crouched in front of the middle-aged noble, and patted his cheek with the sharp dagger.
"Then let me ask again, who among you is willing to tell me, where is Alfred?"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
The cold dagger was stuck to the face, and the sharp blade reflected the light of the sun. Including this middle-aged noble, the other Wessex nobles looked ashen. Few people could really maintain their courage in the face of death.
"No, I will not."
The middle-aged nobleman's chest was heaving violently. He knew that he was bound to die, so his heart shook and he said firmly to Vargas.
"Pfft."
Suddenly, Vargas flicked his wrist, and the sharp dagger slashed the throat of a Wessex noble next to the middle-aged noble, and blood immediately spurted out.
"Cough cough cough."
The Wessex noble whose throat was cut had a look of disbelief. His eyes widened and he held his throat tightly with both hands, trying to stop the blood from flowing out from the wound, but the bright red blood was still unstoppable and flowed from the gaps between his fingers. flow out.
As he fell to the ground with a thud, the middle-aged noble looked at the fallen man in horror. He did not expect that the other party would end the life of a Wessex noble as if he were killing a chicken.
"Still not talking?" Vargas picked up the dagger nonchalantly, wiped it on the middle-aged noble's body, and then pointed the tip of the knife at the attendant who looked to be only fourteen or fifteen years old.
"You devils." The middle-aged noble gritted his teeth angrily, but he was helpless. At this moment, he had a deep understanding of the cold-bloodedness of the northerners.
"You don't have to say anything, just give us a direction." Vargas smiled contemptuously. Any insults from the middle-aged nobles were almost insignificant to him.
"No, God, I don't want to die yet." The young attendant burst into tears, his dry lips trembling constantly, praying to his faith, hoping that a slim miracle would happen.
"Gudu." The middle-aged noble glanced at this poor child and couldn't help but feel compassion in his heart. The youngest child in his territory was only as big as this. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh and slowly He raised his hand and pointed in a direction.
"Where?" Vargas looked at the direction pointed by the middle-aged noble and frowned. It turned out that the opponent's troops were not divided into two groups, but three groups. Alfred only set foot on the other side with Iron Belly. A path of escape.
"There are our people among them." Vargas's men came to a conclusion based on the people who chased and killed Iron Belly.
"Yes, so they are familiar with our pursuit methods, but it doesn't matter, they can't escape." Vargas stood up and nodded slightly.
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