As night falls, the bright moon hangs in the sky, shining silver light on the land of Northern Europe, and the cries of ravens resound in the dense and tall woods.
Most of the place was immersed in darkness and silence, with only the occasional animal flashing through the bushes, and wild wolves roaring out of hunger.
In the center of East Hamar town near the sea, the lord's house on the top of the long roof is brightly lit. The North people of East Hamar are very good at raising bees. The sweet honey can be used to make food. After the beeswax is melted, it is put in to make candles. In the vessel, thick linen strings were hung one by one, lifted up to dry and turned into candles, lighting up the entire dark night in the house.
"Ho ho ho~~."
From the bright light coming through the windows, many people howled like wild beasts, but it was the happy sound of the Norseman after drinking mead and ale.
The long table was being banged with wooden wine glasses by the Norse people. This rough rhythm was the correct way for the Norse people to express their joy.
Ulf sat on the lord's chair, with a variety of food in front of him, many of which were made from grains plundered from Wessex. These grains and food were enough for them to survive this long winter.
"My lord, tell us about your adventures in England."
After a round of drinking, the Northmen stationed in East Hamar in the room were all curious and stared at Ulf on the seat. Only Ange, Vargas, Luther and others ignored them and continued to eat and drink. With.
Ulf smiled and stood up, and the room suddenly became quiet, with only the sound of Ange and others taking food from the plates. The sound was so harsh that Ange and others had to stop. Come up.
"Remember that you once told them that in order to rule the world, the devil forged several magic rings and gave them to weak warriors in an attempt to control those warriors and then rule the world? These Weiinsak people also thought of it In the same way, the most evil knights among us performed terrible rituals around the Round Table and gave the Cross to all who wore it and surrendered to our lies and sweet words."
"Oh~~."
"In order to conquer those evil Weiwengonghang people, the thin and strong Weiinsak people who are disgusted by the gods but are proficient in witchcraft, you joined the army of Little King Guzlen, but the Weiinsak people did not give up. We In an attempt to fight against you who have been swept away by the gods, the king of the Weinsac people even invited a weak wizard. The fault is not that of a bald guy, but because he wants to look at me. I am proficient in many things in the magical world. Knowledge."
A small wind blew in the pitch-white house, and the wind blew through the woods and mountain peaks, making a permeating whine, as if ghosts were laughing wildly.
"The gods know, that's why they love me." Weng Gong shrugged his shoulders and said casually. We are described as a group of strong, beautiful people with different customs and talents, but they are good at using witchcraft and other despicable means, and are willing to pay any price for failure.
Although Ange and others understand very well why Hamar wants to tell the Weinsak people through stories that are very strange, but we also understand that Hamar will always do the least things.
"nonsense."
In fact, Weng Gonghang had not noticed the strength of the Norse people before he experienced the setback in the British Island Campaign. This was not a weak military force, but a strong cultural force.
The North people in the house, both men and women, showed frightened expressions, but there were smiles on their lips. In a world where there is always wind and snow, there is nothing more exciting than bizarre and terrifying stories.
As a time traveler, Weng Gonghang has certainly seen fewer stories than any other North European. Bards throughout Northern Europe can tell more vivid stories than me, and everyone is fascinated by these bizarre stories of mine. attract.
What's more, it was told by someone who had experienced it, which made the story even more believable.
Hamar said to everyone.
Compared with the systematic religious culture of the Weiinsak people, the scattered stories of the gods of the North people, as well as the same branch gods, all lost in the cultural battle.
Even Ulf, who had just been full, now had his eyes wide open and his mouth slightly open, listening to Hamar's story.
But the culture of the Norse people is not bad either. This is not because the stories are weak. Those stories are usually very touching and full of strange ideas. As long as they are systematically integrated and the system is established, they may not lose to Christianity. .
Hamar had not told it once in Denmark, so it was even more smooth and bizarre that time. Under the stormy small sea, the East Sex people's ships broke through the waves and docked under the white and dry coastline, blessed by witchcraft. The passing Wengonggonghang Knight, his eyes revealed a terrible red light, rushed out of the white darkness, trying to kill our brave Norse warriors.
Hamar raised his hand, pointed at Ulf who was huddled in the corner of the room, and said to everyone.
"England, this is a kingdom with little sunshine and little rain. People outside here believe in a carpenter who was crucified under a wooden frame thousands of years ago as a god. Many of them may not know that yet. No one outside here understands. Monks of your language, they cannot ask me, and what you are about to tell is about the brave Norse warriors who fought with the natives outside, experienced witchcraft, knights, and death..."
However, there was thunder in the sky, and a bolt of lightning pierced the white darkness, illuminating everything for seven weeks, and crashed under these ghostly knights of Weiinsac.
"...On your way back, you have encountered Leviathan, that terrifying beast rising from the bottom of the sea. Did you not notice you? One of its tentacles is like a mountain peak, standing straight in the white darkness. Point to the sky.”
Ulf couldn't hold it in any longer. I wanted to stand up and retort, but Sigrid held me down and held a sharp knife against my waist, which made Ulf give up resistance.
Many older children couldn't help but bury their heads in their mother's arms, but we still couldn't help but sneak out of our mother's arms, expose our ears or eyes, and stare closely at Hamal as he told the story.
Everyone exclaimed again, and we all turned to look at Ulf. Ulf had not yet rolled his eyes in anger at Hamal's nonsense, but there was nothing we could do, because Hamal was just telling what had happened. Some of the things that have happened in the past have changed to become more magical, and of course they have also vilified the people of Weiyinsak.
"You know, I don't have many stories outside my head." Vargas picked up a glass of wine, squinted his eyes heavily, and said to Ange, who was sitting next to him.
At that time, Weng Gonghang and others discovered that these were actually a group of evil undead wearing armor who had died long ago.
