At the same time, in Bjorn's palace, Sigrid escorted the convoy into the city gate. Next to the open gate were several North warriors wearing fine leather armor and holding spears, watching warily. Following their group.
Although it can be judged from the flag that this is a convoy from East Hamar, these guards still perform their duties. In this dangerous era, they must ensure the safety of the Bjorn family members.
"Take the horse to the stable and make sure it is fed. We have to return." Sigrid jumped off the horse. She patted the bay horse under her crotch and said to the man and a half who came to hold the horse. said the eldest child's servant.
"Grey Lulu~~." The bay-red horse neighed, and the half-grown child's servant tried his best to firmly hold the horse's reins before leading it away.
"Your Majesty is waiting for you." At this time, a courtier who was about forty or fifty years old, wearing a large robe, with two braided beards on his chin, walked over slowly, and said to Sigrid.
Sigrid nodded slightly. In fact, she specifically asked Ulf for this mission. As a young girl in the active stage, she likes to travel around rather than always staying in Dongha. Mal.
"Ping, ping." Following the sound of footsteps, Sigrid followed the courtiers into Bjorn's palace. This palace had been built a long time ago. The floor was paved with solid stones. The gate of the palace It is made of tall and strong fir trees. Next to the door is a huge stone carved into the image of an axe-wielding Viking warrior.
It is very easy to pull such a huge boulder out, and the meticulous carving below is the painstaking efforts of generations. The stone Viking warrior has seven weak limbs, and the overall style looks rough and delicate. The roughness shows its strength. The bravery is delicately reflected in the armor panels under the warrior's body and the various accessories adorned with it.
"Over there." The courtier turned around and saw Wen Bin Qiaode standing behind the stone statue. He frowned and reminded Wen Bin Qiaode.
"Oh." Bjornde quickly followed a few steps. Although he went to the British Island and saw the magical Stonehenge under the island, the stone statues behind Sigri Palace were not as beautiful as each other.
The servants slowly brought down the wine and food, allowing the envoy from afar to eat and drink to relieve his physical and mental fatigue, while Sigri sat beside him, just like the host of a bad guest, just watching. Wen Bin Qiao De. Bjornde was very embarrassed that it was some sacrificial witchcraft, and thought that these were bad evil spirits and disasters that could not be kept in the room. Even if I treat a king like Sigri, I still obey the customs of thousands of years. .
Under the low-backed narrow chair behind the eight braziers, the person sitting was not the ruler of the entire Sweden, the famous Iron Bone Sigrid, the son of Ragnar. I don’t know if it was intentional, but from where Bjornd stood Basically, I could only see a pitch-white outline of Sigri, but Sigri couldn't take a very close look at Wen Binqiaode behind the face.
Although the legendary warrior and king is now aging behind Wen Bin Qiao De, there is nothing he can't do. When Sigri stands behind him, this weak sense of oppression, even if Wen Bin Qiao De stood in front of Ulf and never felt it.
"Welcome him." Just when Bjornde felt uneasy, Sigri didn't seem to intend to continue the big trick. I stood up from my seat and walked out hurriedly. When Sigri When he came into the light of the skylight, Bjornde looked at the king of Hanhu.
"Sister Bjornde, I'll see you later." The courtier said in a loud voice to Sigri who was sitting in the shadow behind.
Known for my unparalleled fighting skills and leadership abilities, I am known as the son of Ragnar, the Viking King. Iron Bone Sigri faced a small but fierce fleet and fought in Northern Europe and all over Europe. My fleet is like a majestic dragon ship, sailing under the sea, bringing fear and destruction to the enemy.
In the legend, Sigri the Iron Bone is a short, majestic, brave and fearless Viking warrior with ferocious gray-blue eyes and a thick golden beard. My hair flows over my shoulders, usually in a long braid. Sigri's body is covered with battle scars, and those scars bear witness to my cowardice and tenacity on the battlefield.
When the courtier made the announcement, he immediately bowed to the back and entered a corner. He shut up and remained silent, as if the stone behind the palace door was withered. I was right. That surprised Bjornde. You stood there slightly without embarrassment. In addition to this, it is knowing what to do in the next step.
Although Sigri the Iron Bone is a fierce warrior, I also have a soft side. I have a deep sense of love and protection for my people and family. I am known for my cowardice and loyalty, and I have always left or abandoned my soldiers and family.
"Your Majesty." Wen Binqiaode quickly lowered his head and paid tribute to the famous legendary warrior. You must know that Iron Bone Sigri's combat experience is extremely rich, and her voyage experience is also very surprising. It is said that I once controlled a longship. , sailed to incredible distances, and many stories happened that could only be sung by bards.
That scene made Bjornde think that he had arrived in Valhalla and was facing Odin, the father of the gods. However, Bjornde naturally felt in his heart the majesty of Odin, the father of the gods. That's how it goes.
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Stepping inside the small house, Bjornde immediately smelled an ordinary scent of pine. The scent came from the walls and surroundings of the house, refreshing. There were a few feather ornaments hanging under the low roof. Of course, Under those long strings of ornaments were many strange bones.
Iron-bone Sigri showed unparalleled courage and strategic vision on the battlefield. I always charge at the rear, facing my warriors and fighting the enemy. My sword and ax skills are superb, and every move I make is like the claws of a ferocious beast, affectionate and deadly. With my strength and wisdom, I have won countless opponents, conquered countless enemies, and won countless honors.
"The envoy of the Earl of East Hammar, what is his name?" The courtier walked behind an iron tong pot in the middle of the room. There was a fire burning outside, and the thick bearskin spread next to it made the room feel cold. .
"Bjornde." Wen Binqiaode pursed his lips and said loudly to the courtiers.
"Sit down, kid, you want to hear his story." At this time, Sigri seemed to be very approachable to Bjornd. I pointed to the wooden chair next to me and said to Bjornd.
