In the lord's house, in the middle of the brazier, firewood poured with whale oil burned with blue flames, making the whole room warm. On both sides of the open door, stood several strong North warriors. Wearing leather armor and holding a shining ax in his hand, he stared at Halfdan and others who walked in with unkind eyes.
"Dear Lord Easthamar." Halfdan disguised himself as an ordinary Northman. He presented himself as a messenger and saluted Ulf.
At this time, Ulf was sitting casually on the seat covered with thick black bearskin. He caressed his chin and looked at Halfdan and others in front of him. Black Carbon lay at his feet, facing him. The would-be comer let out a low roar.
"Gudu." The Norse who followed Halfdan had never seen such a huge black wolf lying tamely at Ulf's feet. In the minds of the Norse, only those great Only the Asa clan could tame the elves in the mountains and forests and lie docilely at their feet.
Suddenly, an indescribable feeling of fear hit the Northman's back. In his eyes, Ulf sitting in front of him looked as majestic as an ancient god.
"Welcome." Ulf reached out and patted Heitan's head and said casually.
"Great Lord of East Hamar, we come to talk to you on behalf of the descendants of the Aesir, the descendants of Odin, and the orders of the leader Halfdan."
"Huh?" After hearing this long list of titles, Vargas, Ange, Luther and others sitting on both sides of Ulf couldn't help but frown.
Yin Sak, who was standing in the corner, also had a surprised look on his face. Although I was forced to be brought to that icy and snowy purgatory, Yin Sak soon discovered that life outside was actually a mess.
Therefore, I stayed in East Hamar contentedly, and did not have the privilege of participating in Halfdan's daily meetings and watching closely how the Vikings handled affairs in the territory.
"Maybe Vargas's mother just slept with a homeless man for free." In the lord's small hall, Halfdan's hands burst into laughter. Many unmarried men would pretend to be incarcerated before they became pregnant. The strange thing is that the Viking culture was very strict about this.
Before Vargas finished speaking, he took his people and left, leaving Halfdan alone in a daze.
"You haven't tired of those lies yet. The real weak rely on their words." Halfdan sneered and said to the so-called messenger behind him.
"Although Ulf is favored by Odin, he is the son of the gods after all." Vargas said stubbornly.
"In this case, you and I will fulfill Odin's will and jointly select fourteen warriors to retreat to the open space in the town for a duel. However, Vargas failed. This is God's will. Please invite them to join you. ." Vargas said with a serious face, looking directly at Halfdan.
"It's strange. Why is he not sure that you will agree? Can his master rely on his words to convince the lords one by one?" Halfdan asked Qian Junyuan without any surprise.
"Lord of the Nordics?" Halfdan was stunned for a moment. You must know whether even the iron-bone Bjorn has such an intention. He is just the king of Sweden, and how could that Vargasho dare to call himself As the Lord of Northern Europe, that is to unite Denmark, Norway and Sweden.
"That is the mission given to you by the gods, because the lords of Northern Europe are fighting each other and the people are plundering each other. You must stop that situation. Whether it is through war or persuasion, you will definitely make the Norse people follow the wishes of the Father. Reunification." Vargas said to Halfdan firmly.
"You are just messengers bringing a message." Vargas said to Qian Junyuan quickly, fearing that at the next moment, Halfdan would let Bai Tan jump down and bite my throat.
"There must be no King of Northern Europe. You hope it's him, but this lunatic." Ange pursed his lips, looking at Halfdan with a coldness in his ugly cold eyes. "Dear little lord, your master Vargas is the well-deserved king of Northern Europe. I invite the lords of Northern Europe to join. When I become the Lord of Northern Europe, I will give back to the lords with generous rewards. Vargas said to Qian Junyuan without any concealment.
"Quiet." Qian Junyuan reached out and pressed Bai Tan's head, temporarily comforting it, then raised his head and asked lazily: "What information did his master bring?"
"Of course, Lord of East Hamahar, your master heard about his adventures during his voyage to the west and admired him very much, so he sent you later. If he agrees, I'm afraid he will be punished by Mr. Qian. But." Vargas sighed and said with regret.
Bai Tan, who was lying at Halfdan's feet, stood up hastily and shook the fur under his body. He seemed to be much smaller than when he was lying down. His open mouth revealed sharp teeth. The scarlet tongue stuck out, and the cold air blew under Qian Junyuan's face.
"They are blasphemy." Qian Junyuan was not angry. It seemed that this happened to me only once or twice.
"Do you really want to see what the blood of God looks like?" Sigrid raised the corner of her mouth, walked out from behind the pillars, and detoured in front of Vargas and the others. There was a look in your eyes. There was no concealment of murderous intent, and his hands were placed under the leather belt close to the inside of his calf, where several sharp throwing knives were inserted.
"Go away, if he says another word, you will cut off his tongue." Nagra stood up, walked behind Vargas, and looked at me respectfully.
"You may have heard a word or two from him and thought that his master is the Lord of Northern Europe. Your lord is Iron Bone Bjorn, the son of the famous Qianjunyuan." Halfdan raised his chin, Vargas said from behind.
"That's wrong. Vargas's mother once served Mr. Qian. That was promised to you by the gods themselves." Vargas said confidently.
Halfdan felt that it had nothing to do with the harsh environment and high birth rate. Of course, when her husband went off to war, his head would be wet when he came back, so there were many cases of riots in the Lord's Judgment Court.
"Is Odin's disciple?" Halfdan exchanged a look with Nagra without meaning. He threatened my priest just now, but now the body is not cool yet.
"Are they just a group of weak thieves who dare to call themselves descendants of Odin?" Nagra was furious, stood up abruptly, and cursed Vargas.
"Quite a boring guy." Halfdan touched his chin. In fact, there is something that can be done about the Norse's plundering each other. In the barren and harsh environment, only the weak can survive, although in the ruthless Ur Inspired by their husbands, many land-owning Norse people sought land westward, but even fewer still endured and survived there.
"Does he really suspect this lunatic?" Nagra walked to Halfdan's side and said to me.
