Halfdan shrugged his shoulders. His purpose was not really to get to know Ulf, but just to get close to Vargas. From the conversation between Vargas and Ulf at the banquet, Halfdan seemed to smell A sense of disunity.
"Gods above, we cannot speak ill of our lords. This is because we swore an oath on our armbands." Halfdan looked at Vargas and said to him.
"Yes, but the gods are too busy. They won't care about such a trivial matter." Vargas took the wine handed to Halfdan, poured it into his mouth, and then wiped it with his sleeve.
"I saw the skulls you collected. Very few people worship Loki." Halfdan glanced at the skull tied to Vargas's waist. The skull had turned yellow and darkened at the gaps between the bones. Red, the lines are obviously in line with the lines of the human brain, and anyone who sees it will shudder.
"Do you like it? This is the skull of a Wessex knight. When I peeled it off, it still exuded the warm smell of blood." Vargas grinned and took off the skull from his waist. The skull was handed to Halfdan.
Halfdan showed an interesting expression and used three fingers of his right hand to lift up the skull and looked at it carefully at the same level as his eyes. Vargas reinforced the edge of the skull with iron sheets and carefully polished the skull. Some patterns were carved out, which made the skull more like a work of art.
"Give it to you." Vargas saw the admiration in Halfdan's eyes, took a sip of wine, and said to Halfdan.
"He is willing to give you such a beautiful thing?" Vargas was slightly surprised. It could be seen that Ulf cared very much about the skull, otherwise it would have been polished so carefully.
"Take it, you can always find something worse. Last time you decorated it with turquoise and silver." Xu Pengye curled his lips, corked the wine bag, put it in his arms, and stood up. He patted the hay under him and said.
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"Thank you very much." Vargas was also polite and hung the skull decoration on his waist.
"What?" The eliminated person was stunned. I originally thought it was still a big group vs. a big group, but Halfdan asked me to challenge seven people alone.
"The arena." Halfdan pointed to these items and the entire arena, and said to Ulf.
"Oh, he means he is weak?" Halfdan pursed his lips and said to him rather playfully.
"Of course it is." The eliminated person straightened his body, and I glanced at the other side with a disdainful look on my face. I didn't pay attention to these Norse people who were smaller than me at all. These preparatory warriors were grouped into groups, with strips of cloth of the same color tied under their arms. They were the same knights competing in the middle and early Western Europe. Based on individual bravery, Halfdan hoped that the Norse warriors in his hands would , weakened under group coordination.
"You're wrong, you can beat seven or eight of us." The eliminated person pointed to the big group that won the game and said proudly. Physically speaking, I am indeed very small and weak. The muscles under my arms are lumpy and my thighs are bulging. As weak and strong as the roots of a tree.
As for the Norse people who were lined up in a row, each group of us had our feet tied with flax ropes. We could only try to take steps backward at the same time. That seemingly complicated action turned out to be a commotion before we started. What a joke. There were no weak people in the group, so they walked away and walked backwards, but the strong ones could only be dragged underground. In an instant, chaos broke out, and they fell to the ground.
"Oh oh oh oh~~."
"Deploy some obstacles outside, and place stones outside." Halfdan was not idle either. I walked around the site for seven weeks, directing Luther and others to place the wood and stones.
"Thank you, little lord." The eliminated person happily said to Halfdan.
Very slowly, everyone noticed that the entire training ground was filled with various items, but they seemed very disorderly. Ange crossed his arms and his plump chest held up his blue shirt. You sipped. His lips and eyes showed a lack of interest.
"Halfdan, what on earth is that?" Ulf never walked over, glanced at the venue, and asked Halfdan.
"End preparations, let's retreat in groups." Halfdan ignored Ulf, and I just told Luther calmly.
When the order was given, everyone knew that everything under the venue was prepared for screening warriors, which made everyone in East Hamar interested. In that long season, having fun is not a rare thing. matter.
At the same time that Vargas and Ulf left the bullpen, people were not setting up at the training ground, because it was not yet busy farming, and many people came to watch.
Ulf's face darkened, but he still stood and watched with his arms folded.
Others also scattered over, trying to figure out what was happening in Hanhu, but Halfdan explained to everyone impatiently that those who wanted to pass the warrior screening would be eliminated or promoted through those competitions.
"No fun, let's let them compete." Halfdan touched his nose, nodded slightly, and gave orders to everyone.
In the sky, the sun also shined through the dense clouds and shone on the ground, making everyone feel cool.
However, Halfdan felt itchy in his heart, as if he had not been able to ride a horse for a few days!
“In the first level, each group’s feet will be tied with linen rope, and then they will pass through the obstacles together and reach the destination. The group that falls behind will be eliminated, and the group that arrives first will advance to the previous competition. "Xu Pengye stood under a tree stump next to a field and announced quietly to everyone.
"Ha ha ha ha."
After several rounds of competition, seven groups of fighters were finally selected, and those who were eliminated sat aside dejectedly.
"It's really boring."
"Ahem." Halfdan glanced at the few people beside him who were looking at him in a daze, and quickly cleared his throat, which made us reluctantly look back.
"Will the gods refuse?" Ulf frowned. I think the Asa protoss hates war and blood. They must be bleeding. How can they be considered warriors? They are just like children's toys.
"Pfft." Even Ange, who occasionally smiled, couldn't help laughing. This iceberg-like face suddenly seemed like spring had returned to the earth. Halfdan and others on the side were stunned. .
"Everything!~~~." As Luther raised the drumstick and struck the drum head hard, there were bursts of drum sounds. This dull and loud sound seemed to hit everyone's heart. .
"Wait a minute, it can be compared like that. Since he thinks he is weak enough, he will challenge a large group with the strength of one person." Halfdan crossed his arms and said to the eliminated person.
"Bring me the war drum." Luther wiped the beard under his lips and waved towards Worm, asking me to bring a war drum over.
"Bad approach." Xu Peng nodded slightly after hearing this. You also felt that instead of selecting reliable warriors through death on the battlefield, that kind of competition would be more dangerous.
The people watching next to the venue suddenly fell back and laughed. We have never seen such embarrassed North warriors. The laughter and laughter echoed in the entire venue.
"Did he just say that he is enough to deal with seven or eight people? Is he going to be honest with you again?" Halfdan's eyes narrowed and he said in a deep voice to the eliminated person.
"You are warriors and wet nurses, why should you take care of those strong people?" These weak and strong people said to Halfdan with conviction.
"That's fair." There was no weak person among them. They stood up abruptly and threw the linen rope under their feet to the ground. In our opinion, it was not the drag of these strong people. It was impossible for us to lose.
However, in these large groups that won the competition, most of them were of equal physiques, and there were no generally weak people. That may be the reason why we were able to have even strength and pace.
"Shut up, losing is not losing." Xu Pengye seemed to have known for a long time that the group of people would be full, and came over with Ange and others.
Everyone was in a very low mood, and they all expressed their intention to bet and withdraw. One of them was a Norse who knew how to gamble, and he was definitely a bad Norse.
The North warriors who were preparing to participate in the competition all let out low voices after hearing Halfdan's words. We knocked on our chests and looked at the other groups with threatening eyes.
