The North warriors in the castle couldn't help but look surprised when they saw Sigurd and others escaping in embarrassment. After all, they had always been in a state of crushing the Wessex people.
"Hey, Chief Sigurd, how many Wessex people have you captured? It doesn't look like the attack is going well?" Vargas was sitting on a diesel truck at the gate of the castle, chewing an apple in his hand. , the juicy apple flowed down the corner of his mouth, and Vargas just raised his arm to wipe it and said towards Sigurd.
At this time, Sigurd just glared at Vargas. Facing Vargas's ridicule, he had no strength to fight back. He just walked quickly to the well and roughly pushed away the man lying beside the well with both hands. He almost He buried his head in the bucket, drank enough water, and then raised his head.
"Huh, damn it, I will never do this kind of drudgery again." Sigurd took a breath, burped, and then said angrily.
But a North warrior called Sigurd to the castle hall. Guzrun was hoping to hear the report of Sigurd's attack on the swamp to evaluate the focus of the next attack.
"This is a wrong decision." As soon as Sigurd walked into the hall, he said to Guzlen and Ulf who was standing next to Guzlen.
Sigurd explained that their troops had trouble moving in the swamp and that Alfred had a natural advantage there. Then, he also mentioned that Ulf's plan was also flawed and that many soldiers might be lost, and victory was not guaranteed.
After listening to Sigurd's report, Guzlen thought for a while. He understood that there was some truth to Sigurd's words, but at the same time he also felt that Ulf's plan might work. Therefore, Guzlen finally decided to adopt a compromise approach, that is, use a force to test first, observe Alfred's reaction, and then decide the next step based on the situation.
At the same time, Guzlen also instructed Sigurd and Ulf to continue working together to find a better plan.
"In the name of the gods, we will definitely defeat those Wessex people hiding in the swamps like rats." Finally, Guzlen concluded with an oath, and Sigurd had no choice but to agree.
When only Ulf and Sigurd were left in the hall, Sigurd, who had been filled with anger for a long time, could no longer hold back.
"Ulf, are you afraid that you only know how to burn villages and don't dare to deal with stronger enemies?" Sigurd glanced at Ulf, with sarcasm on his lips, and said to Ulf with his hands on his hips.
Ulf pursed his lips, his eyes narrowed, and he looked coldly at Sigurd in front of him. His gaze was like the cold moon in winter. When it fell on Sigurd, it made him quite uncomfortable.
"Don't you understand me? You are a coward who only bullies the weak, but you don't dare to confront real warriors." Under the pressure of Ulf's aura, Sigurd instinctively roared, trying to use this Way to overpower Ulf.
"You arrogant fool, don't think that you alone can change the entire situation of the war. We must take action and cannot just sit back and wait." But Ulf remained calm. He looked directly at Sigurd, turned slightly, and said calmly. Said calmly.
"Take action? Your action is to burn down the village and deal with a group of weak farmers. Are you going to tell Odin and the Aesir about this one day?" Sigurd seemed to catch Ulf's pain. Like feet, he said sarcastically.
"I am the leader of the North warriors. Our honor and courage are beyond the understanding of a timid person like you who is afraid of death. Does just a swamp battle scare you out of your wits?" Ulf He said coldly that he did not think that a fool like Sigurd could understand his strategy.
After finishing speaking, Ulf turned around and prepared to leave, no longer paying attention to this messy guy.
"Honor? Courage? Your so-called honor and courage are just an excuse to cover up your cowardice." But it was obvious that Sigurd thought his words worked, and he began to mock Ulf proudly from behind.
This last sentence completely angered Ulf. He stopped, turned around suddenly, and rushed towards Sigurd with both feet on the ground.
But Sigurd didn't expect that Ulf would attack him directly. He quickly pulled out the short ax from his waist, reached out and slashed at Ulf. This attack was very hasty.
"Kang~~." Ulf stretched out his hand, and a sharp dagger popped out of his arm and hit the axe. The collision of the weapons sparked sparks.
Sigurd frowned and dodged. Ulf stabbed him with the dagger. He quickly walked around behind a table. He used obstacles to avoid Ulf's sharp attack. Then he regrouped and attacked Ulf. .
"Ping." But Ulf didn't give him this chance at all. He reached out and overturned the wooden table, and attacked the opponent again with the dagger in his hand.
Sigurd roared angrily and held the ax across his chest. The two stared at each other, trying to find an opportunity to attack. He gritted his teeth and glared at Ulf in front of him, like an enraged bear. .
But Ulf remained calm, his eyes fixed on Sigurd, like a wolf watching its prey. The huge sense of crisis made Sigurd swallow involuntarily.
Sigurd braced himself and raised the ax in an attempt to attack Ulf, but Ulf kicked him on the wrist. The ax spun half a circle in mid-air, fell to the ground, and was released. A crisp sound.
"Well." Ulf stretched out his strong hand, grabbed Sigurd's neck, pressed him against the wall behind him, raised the hidden sword in his other hand, and raised the cold sword Only an inch from Sigurd's eyes.
"What happened?" Sigurd's men outside the hall heard the noise inside and rushed in. They were surprised to see their leader being subdued by Ulf.
However, they immediately stepped forward and drew their weapons, wanting to attack Ulf and save their leader.
"Oh woo~~." Suddenly, a wolf howled, Heitan shook his fur, and his figure seemed to be bigger again. He stood in front of the group of Norse warriors, staring closely with green eyes. They opened their sharp white teeth and threatened them not to come forward.
"Remember, next time you talk to me like that, I will cut your throat." Ulf stared at Sigurd in front of him until fear was seen in his eyes, and then he slowly stopped. The hidden sword in his hand, before retracting the sword, he patted Sigurd's cheek with the cold back of the sword.
