Chapter 193, Imagination in the Night Sky
Under the dark night sky
In the dense woods, Ulf's camp was temporarily set up here. In the light of the fire, the North warriors showed off their trophies. Although the North warriors liked to fight, they preferred to enjoy the trophies and wine. Many warriors who had followed Ulf from East Hamar only now felt that following Ulf was really worth it.
"With this money, I can buy a field and find a wife when I return to East Hamar." The North warrior excitedly said to his companions in front of the bonfire.
"Then who do you have your eye on?" other companions shouted. Although the Vikings often committed atrocities against women during wars, they respected the women of their own race. Marriage was an integral part of Viking culture. Even more sacred.
The North warrior smiled and said nothing, but his eyes inadvertently turned to the shield girls in the direction of Ange's camp. This group of Valkyries riding "Pegasus" on the battlefield were like all the North warriors. If they could marry their favorite goddess back to their own hut, it would be a supreme honor.
"Be careful they gouge out your eyeballs." The companion discovered the North warrior's intention and quickly pulled his face back with his hands, warning.
"If I could marry one of them, I would rather have one of my eyes gouged out." The North warrior looked at the tall but wealthy young shieldmaidens and couldn't help but say.
"Don't make random oaths. All the gods are listening." The other companions said to him seriously.
at this time
Ulf, Vargas and others were drinking together. The wine came from the plundered villages and turned out to be rare mead. Everyone felt relaxed and happy after drinking the long-lost mead.
"Hey, monk." Luther picked up a sheepskin bag of wine, walked to Yinsak who was resting against a big tree, and handed the wine to him.
"Thank you." To be honest, Yinsak did feel a little thirsty. He picked up the bag without ceremony, raised his neck and drank.
"Monk, I heard that you have to walk a long way to worship your gods, right?" Luther asked Yinsak curiously.
"What, oh, you mean Rome?" Yinsak calmed down his drink, and then he understood what Luther was talking about about the pilgrimage.
"Yes, has your king been there too?" Luther asked curiously.
"Of course, when His Majesty the King was very young, he went all the way to Rome, where he received the personal blessing of the Holy Father." Yinsak proudly said to Luther.
"Rome, what kind of place is that?" Luther stretched out his hand and scratched his cheek. He was curious about why the nobles of Ansa willingly put gold and silver in the church. You must know the noble lords of the Vikings. , would rather take the treasure into the grave to enjoy in the next life, and rarely give it to others unless it is profitable.
"Rome is a great city. It was once the capital of the Roman Empire. It was where the wealth of the entire world was concentrated. Now it is the headquarters of the Holy Mother Church. All Christians hope to go there once before they die." Yinsak's eyes showed. It was scorching hot. He was holding the wine skin and looking straight ahead, as if he was seeing Rome.
"Rome is on the Apennine Peninsula. It is a long peninsula like a boot. Rome is in the middle of the boot. However, I have doubts about the wealth you mentioned because Rome has long been plundered by many tribes." Ur The husband reached out and picked up a branch, stirred the bonfire, and said to Yinsak calmly.
"What, how do you know that?" Yinsak stared at Ulf dumbfounded. He looked in disbelief at how Ulf, a Nordic barbarian, knew so much about the great Rome.
"Besides, Rome is not a real holy place. The real holy place for Christians is Jerusalem." Ulf raised the corner of his mouth slightly, turned his face to look at Yinsak, and said to him.
"Uh?" If Ulf knew about Rome, Yinsak might still think that some of the Ansa prisoners must have told Ulf, but at this moment, Yinsak felt that there was something wrong in Ulf's deep eyes. , maybe there is a lot of knowledge hidden.
"He is Ulf, the chosen one by God." Luther grinned, snatched the skin bag from Yinsak's arms, raised his neck and drank the wine in one gulp.
"The person chosen by God?" It took Yinsak a long time to understand the meaning of this difficult Nordic language. He lowered his head for a long time and didn't know what he was thinking.
"Ulf, if one day we can go to Romania, Ma, and Yeshan, how much wealth do you think we can plunder?" Vargas sat aside, and he licked his lips greedily, because The Vikings all know that Christians like to hide wealth in churches to redeem their so-called souls, so Rome and Jerusalem, as holy places, must have more wealth hidden there.
At this time, not only Vargas but even Luther and others were still imagining piles of gold and silver filling the entire city, and they were stepping on the bones of Christians and sitting on the hill-like Above gold and silver.
"There is nothing in this world that the Norse can't do." Ulf pursed his lips and touched his chin. In fact, Rome was indeed very wealthy. Although the city of Rome was looted by barbarians in the past, it benefited from The establishment of the Holy See absorbed the wealth of all Europe.
As for Jerusalem, Ulf didn't think much about it. After all, it was the territory of Arabs and Turks who were very prosperous for a while. The Vikings could just bully their distant relatives in Western Europe. Facing the powerful Arabs, it can be said that they had little chance of winning. .
"Wait, that country should still exist now." However, Ulf's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at the fire and remembered the thousand-year empire that still existed at this time.
"What did you think of?" Just when Ulf's thoughts were drifting further and further away, Ange's voice pulled him back.
"No, it's nothing. How is everyone's mood?" Ulf shook his head slightly and smiled bitterly in his heart. Facing the mess on the British Island, he had not yet finished dealing with it, and he had already thought of such a far away place, but in Under this starry night sky, I think of the thousand-year-old Eastern Roman Empire and the legendary Byzantium, which is also fascinating.
"It's very stable. With enough wine, food and wealth, what else can they be dissatisfied with?" Ange shrugged his shoulders, walked over to Ulf, and sat next to him. There was a slight smell of odor. The smell penetrated into Ulf's nostrils.
This made Ulf feel a little shaken in his heart. After all, he was also a normal man. After fighting for a long time, he had never released any desire on the battlefield.
