Sure enough, the development of the matter was not beyond Vargas's expectation. The eliminated person was quickly cornered by the shield wall. Even though he attacked like a mad beast with sticks, fists and feet, it was ineffective. No help.
The candidates who had already understood the fighting skills shouted in unison, and pressed forward step by step. When the eliminated person was exhausted, they shouted loudly, and rushed out together to overturn him to the ground.
"Victor." Luther nodded and raised his finger to point to the selected candidates.
"Wow, oh, oh, oh." Even though the candidates' hair was wet, as if they were fished out of the water, they still cheered in victory. You must know that it is not easy to win against such a powerful enemy. .
"Damn it." The eliminated person sat on the ground dejectedly. Now he also understood that on the battlefield, personal strength is not absolute.
"Gunnar." At this time, the man who led the selected candidates to victory stepped forward and extended his right hand to the eliminated candidates to express friendship.
"Olav, son of Sigurd." Olaf grabbed the other person's hand, stood up from the ground, and said to Gunnar, his face no longer showing any contempt and unruliness.
The people around also cheered for the wonderful competition between the warriors on both sides. They stepped forward and patted Gunnar and others on the shoulders, and handed them drinks to reward them for their heroic battles.
"Those who are eliminated do not leave completely. Those who perform well will be retained for other uses." Ulf's face was as heavy as water, and he announced to everyone hurriedly.
For Bjorn the Eliminator, this is bad news. You must know that in the Norse society, the status of warriors is very low. They can eat the worst food and drink the worst drinks on weekdays. Drink and get your own trophies in the war. The lucky ones who perform outstandingly can even win the lord's favor and land rewards.
"Something's wrong. Maybe I ate some peaches and my stomach is not feeling well." Ulf has not yet entered his sixtieth year. I sat behind the dining table, facing a dazzling array of sumptuous food and mellow wine, but I mentioned... Get a little excited.
"Prepare the ceremony." The bald little priest immediately ordered his people.
"It is the territory of King Ulf of Sweden." No one immediately told the bald priest.
"Does he want the doctor to take a look later?" The king asked me, holding Ulf's narrow hand with concern.
"Death, blood, killing, the terrible woman, the skull on the waist, coming from a distant place, terrible, terrible." The wizard's face was livid, your shoulders were shaking, and the robe hanging under you almost fell off.
The wizard nodded slightly, and was led by a priest to the back of the altar. You sat down quickly and gracefully, and then stretched out your hands.
"Dead?" The priests were surprised when they heard this. In the small underground areas of Northern Europe, many people did not dare to risk attacking the priests. You must know that it would be equivalent to going to war with the gods and would be cursed by Jiang Huan.
In fact, the cause of everything is normal. In recent years, the priests of the temple have discovered that they have received more and more tributes from the North nobles. But in fact, those military nobles have swept the entire British island and Western Europe, making a lot of money. The bowl is full.
A small part of the priests are suspicious that Ulf will kill the priests, because no one has given less tribute to the temple than me.
"Should you behave more normally and ask Ulf?" A slightly older priest asked the bald priest worriedly.
"Who did it?" The bald priest's eyes showed anger, and I asked the wizard bitterly.
And the spy leader came to the front of Ulf very slowly. I was wearing a piece of leather armor inlaid with iron plates, a hood under my head, and my eyes were shining coldly on the brim of the hat that was deliberately raised. . "It's wrong. Your people would do that. We must be lucky." The priests said one after another.
The tablecloth under the dining table was also snatched from a noble's manor by the Norse when they looted Western Europe. A leader of the military nobles donated it to Ulf, which made Jiang Huanjiang's banquet less glorious.
In the eyes of the priests, it was not a blasphemy. Of course, we were Ham Lakes. That was because many Norse people also came into contact with Christianity when they invaded Western Europe. Some Norse people even converted to Christianity and abandoned Northern Europe. Belief.
In fact, just when the priests decided to end the operation, Ulf was in a peaceful mood in his palace.
"It's used. It broke as soon as you rested. After this, I want to see your eyes." Ulf picked up a corner of the tablecloth spread under the dining table, wiped his lips, and then He touched the beard under his chin.
The words of the bald priest aroused everyone's discussion. Our voices were like bees. A moment ago, when the bald priest raised his hand, the voice gradually calmed down.
The so-called gathering was not actually the dozens of people outside. We were not originally priests outside, serving the capricious Asa clan. Our main god was none other than the God of War Tyr, the heroic and weak man. The mighty god actually loses to Thor, the God of Thunder, in terms of reputation.
In a deep forest, behind a cave covered with green moss under the rock wall, there are many pillars decorated with white bones. Anyone who sees those pillars will be in awe. Under the altar between the pillars , a bald priest is crossing his legs behind the altar.
Who is willing to obey that order? Eating and drinking is not the part of the hard life that Norse people care about and look forward to the most.
"Allah, Wahhabi~~." Before the wizard inhaled enough of the psychedelic smoke, you slowly made a strange sound in your mouth, then lowered your head and shook your head, your hair trembling like a sieve. .
The bald priest's eye sockets were painted with bluish-white paint around seven weeks, making his eyes look deep and terrifying. At the same time, lines under my head and cheeks were painted with gray-white paint, which looked like a skull at first glance.
"What's going on?" The priests all looked serious. This was the first time we had seen that kind of situation.
"Dear little priest, are you looking for you?" The blindfolded wizard asked the little priest anxiously. Your voice was ethereal, as if you were speaking from a far away place. It was like a person who was on the verge of death, hanging in front of him. One breath.
At that time, an old high priest ran over from inside. I walked quickly to the bald priest and whispered a few words in his ear, which made the bald priest frown and stop the incantation in his mouth. Come up.
"At least you can spread the divine punishment." Among them, the priest, who also had no relationship with Jiang Huanjiang's royal family, thought secretly in his heart.
"It's used. The arrogant tribal leaders have long forgotten Jiang Huan's glory. They should also teach us a lesson. Have they forgotten that these war leaders in the Western Expedition never made offerings to the temple? "The bald priest waved his hand and interrupted everyone politely.
"Is the news confirmed?" the bald priest asked.
"Gods down, it's terrible."
"Understood." The king nodded slightly. As the so-called spy leader of Chang Ulf, I am responsible for the internal and external intelligence work of the entire Sweden. As a ruler, I must keep abreast of various situations at all times.
"I am a pious king, son of the famous Nagra."
"The whereabouts of the companions you sent to collect tribute are clear." As the leader of the temple, the bald priest glanced at the others and said to everyone hurriedly.
When the competition was progressing, everyone was stunned by the various loops designed by Jiang Huanjiang. In the process of running to the finish line, the contestants had to climb a wooden wall with bare hands, pass a single-plank bridge, crawl underground and roll across the muddy ground, and then lift up a lightweight of stones, throwing the stones into the wrong target.
"But if the priest is dead, Jiang Huan will forgive that kind of behavior. We must pay the price for it." However, the bald little priest showed a hot look, and I insisted on making Ulf pay the price for this.
During the seven weeks of the priesthood, many people in the same clothes gathered in a circle, and we chanted loudly and repeatedly, as if we were in some kind of hypnotic state.
"Come on, since the little priest has made up his mind, you should prepare." When the priests saw this, they acted badly. We knew that what happened next would cause heavy damage to Jiang Huanjiang's territory.
Wizards are ordinary men raised by that temple. Those men are said to be able to see the future and conceal the truth. Of course, no one can truly testify to such things, but no one dares to question that kind of religious authority.
The priest grabbed a handful of vermilion mineral powder, poured it under the altar, and murmured in his mouth, as if he was having a conversation with the gods.
"That's enough, let the wizard come later." The bald little priest frowned. Although in order to serve the gods, those priests shaved off all their hair, so they didn't even have eyebrows.
"It's possible. We are loyal believers and priests. How could we do something like that? What's more, if we are caught, we will have to endure the cruelest punishment." But soon another priest immediately spoke out.
"Call the people." After listening to the report in his hand, the bald priest stood up with difficulty and ordered his men.
The priests quickly recorded the information from the wizard's mouth. Even if the information was clear and full of mystery and specialness, it was of no value to us.
"He means that Ulf killed the priest, how is that possible?"
"As you command, little lord."
"Your companion has seen the trace. He will help you find it." The bald little priest was also polite and immediately ordered the wizard.
"Did we take the tribute and escape?" One of the priests raised his head and asked the bald little priest.
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Wandering in the gap between the spirit world and the earth world, wizards and wizards there often find the truth together with the elves they raise, and can even communicate with the souls of the dead.
"Look, it's normal, the pitch-white face, ah~~." The wizard leaned back, as if he wanted to take a casual look, but at the last moment, you let out a horrifying scream, as if you had been hit by someone. Regular behavior.
"You are suspicious."
Those sessions brought fun to the onlookers, but the participants were miserable. We were all so exhausted that we were covered in mud. Many strong people were promoted, but in the end a group of weak, strong and physically coordinated people were left. them.
"The gods will bring disaster, and the scope will be in Jiang Huanjiang's territory. Our people and nobles will be tortured. When the time comes, you will ask Ulf to hand over the criminals." The bald little priest is full of confidence. The reason why I dare to Ulf challenged, because he had the means of divine punishment in his hands.
"Death, you saw a small amount of death." Suddenly, the wizard made a voice from his hair, which was quite muddy that time.
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"Your Majesty, what's wrong?" The king, who was sitting next to Ulf, first noticed that the king was sitting still, so he asked me.
When the unconscious wizard was carried back to the temple, the expressions of the priests became solemn. No one dared to kill the priest, which shows how blasphemous and terrible an act it was.
"Where is the place we go to first?" The bald priest frowned and asked me.
"What is he going to do?" The priests looked at each other. We may go to war with the king. We must know that a team of royal guards can eliminate us.
"Gudu." These priests stared straight at the wizard. They even swallowed without mercy. It must be forbidden by the bald little priest. If the other priests are willing to give everything, The price is to spend one night with that ugly wizard.
From a cave on one side of the temple, a blindfolded man was brought back. Your skin is as pale as a dead person, your golden hair is spread out, and a well-known dye is smeared underneath, which looks colorful in the light. , and you are wearing a greasy and tattered robe. When the man walks around with his long and slender legs, you can vaguely see the mysterious and wonderful fairyland through the holes.
The so-called ceremony did not actually involve several priests burning an iron container. The container was shaped like a bowl, but slightly smaller than the bowl. The priests put dried fungi outside.
"Yes."
"What's wrong?" The priests became relaxed and we asked with concern.
"Breathe." The wizard followed the smoke and fiercely inhaled the pleasure produced by these fungi. The psychedelic fungi can make you fall into a fugue, and the priests believe that this state can make you The soul leaves the body.
However, the priests who came out blamed those things on the greed of the nobles, and then sent the priests to take the initiative to collect tributes. Of course, the special tribal leaders dared to provoke the priests, but they encountered it in East Hamar. The nail was driven down.
"Ola, Ur, gods~~."
"No, let's start today. Let the kitchen prepare food. You will have a meal and drink with the losers before night falls." Gunnar looked up at the sky and saw that it was early, so he ordered everyone .
