Just as King Bjorn of Sweden was considering whether to accept Ingrid's alliance request, the battle outside the town of East Hamar was coming to an end. Ulf's crossbow, a weapon that the Vikings had never seen before, gave Eric's army inflicted a huge blow, and the indestructible buckler was unable to withstand the crossbow's fire, piercing several people with one blow.
The horrific death situation made even the bravest warriors feel uneasy. Luther in front led the berserker warriors to launch a frantic counterattack. Under this situation, Eric's warriors began to flee in all directions.
"Come on, it's over." The spymaster's face was exhausted and stained with blood. He had realized that there was no point in continuing the fight, so he grabbed the dazed Eric and brought him to a war horse.
"Lost?" Eric's eyes were full of doubts. He looked at everything around him and felt as if he was in a dream, which was unreal.
"Wake up, run back to your father, and regroup the army." The spymaster stretched out his thick palm, slapped Eric's beautiful face hard, and roared loudly at him.
"Ugh." The burning pain on his cheek finally made Eric wake up. He was supported on the war horse by the spy chief like a puppet.
"Remember, don't look back, keep running the way you came." The spymaster took a breath, and with all his strength, he aimed at Eric's crotch on the horse's butt and slapped it hard.
"Grey Law~~."
The war horse neighed in pain and galloped forward with Eric on the horse.
The spy chief looked at Hamar who was walking away with his hands on his hips, feeling a little more at ease, and then turned towards the pursuing army of Dong Mehengcai.
The spymaster wears a chainmail on his lower body. On top of the chainmail is a piece of clothing made of animal skin, which can also give me a certain degree of protection. My eyes are firm and calm, and the hilt of the iron sword in my hand is inlaid with diamonds. A pearl, even facing the weak Luther, showed no intention of shrinking.
The spymaster raised his chin, and I held the Viking iron sword tightly in both hands, facing the surging warriors of East Erik.
Even though the spymaster desperately tried to awaken the courage of the fleeing soldiers, no one was willing to stop. Once fear rose in the hearts of the soldiers, it would spread like a plague but could be contained.
Everything around him became intense, and people looked at the Viking warrior who fell to the ground. The battle was very solemn, and both the loser and the winner were full of honor, showing endless courage and dignity.
"Hoo, ho, ho." Luther, who was covered in blood, was panting like an ox. I reached out and pulled the ax out from under the spymaster without showing any respect for him.
"Ho ho ho~~~." It was someone he knew who was the first to finish hitting the thick buckler with the ax in his hand. The buckler made a muffled sound and a war cry.
"Hmm." Mehen raised his head and looked at the sky. At this moment, the dark clouds in the sky seemed to have transformed into male warriors. These male warriors were swooping up from the sky and stretching themselves out to the spymaster lying on the ground. The slender white hands took the soul of the spymaster under the ground into his arms, helped him get off the Pegasus, and led my heroic spirit back into Valhalla.
"Ho~~."
"Roar~~." The spymaster roared first. I raised the iron sword in my hand and used an elegant and sharp fighting technique to attack Luther's ankles, belly and other vital parts.
And these East Erik soldiers looked at me with strange eyes, and surrounded the spy chief. We could see the other party's determination to die from the spy chief's eyes, but from the clothes under the spy chief, we could It can be seen that if the other party's status is high, how to deal with such a prisoner of war requires Ulf's decision.
"What's going on?" At that time, a rough voice sounded, and a small figure wearing a wolf skin on his head walked out from the crowd.
The two people's eyes met, and the atmosphere on the battlefield suddenly solidified, and the people around them watched with bated breath.
Before Luther went through a peaceful battle, the wolf-headed helmet under his head and the enemy's blood splattered under his face had not dried up. The animal skin armor wrapped around his lower body was full of holes, and there were blood stains under the long-handled ax in his hand. Spots, with an oily sheen in the sun.
"Oh?" Luther narrowed his eyes and looked at the spymaster behind his eyes.
"Come on, kill you! Coward."
The spymaster showed his courage and fighting skills. I used the staggered sword blades to flexibly avoid Luther's retreat. At the same time, I looked at the right time and launched a fatal counterattack. The sword blades were very slow under Mehen's body. A series of wounds were made, and blood flowed from the wounds.
"It's time to escape, gather together, shield wall, cowards." The spymaster whispered and roared at the scattered soldiers. I knew that the only horse was given to Mehencai, and I had not yet escaped. hope, so he decided to meet his fate.
"Luthor, look." One of the North soldiers pointed at the surrounded spymaster and said to Mayhen.
At this moment, the warriors of East Eric came in. Although we were walking healthily, we were all as strong as if we had drunk water from an old spring. We raised our hoarse voices and held our axes low, chasing the fleeing enemies.
However, Mehen was in a panic. My eyes slowly became bloodshot. The long-handled ax in his hand was swung up and he attacked crazily. The violent aura filled the entire battlefield. The weapons of the two collided calmly. It made a deafening sound of metal collision.
"Come, gods, you will accept your fate with peace of mind."
The spymaster pointed the sword in his hand at the people surrounding him. I screamed in a low voice, trying to anger those people and seek death quickly, but these North warriors looked at me with the eyes of a dead man.
After a few rounds, the spymaster let out a scream, and Luther's ax struck my right shoulder. The spymaster's collarbone was instantly broken, and the sharp ax chopped off my body.
"Ouch~~~." Luther raised his head and let out a wolf howl toward the sky. The wolf-head helmet I wore under my head was like a living wolf, letting out a long and long howl toward the sky. Filled with howls of joy. "It's not interesting. You agree to his challenge." Mehen was stunned for a moment, but then he slowly grinned. I waved my hand and asked everyone around me to stay away.
The spymaster just let out a muffled groan, and my face still remained resolute and solemn. As the blood spurted out from the wound, the body fell down like half a wooden stake.
"Come to fight you, Berserker." Facing Luther, who was like half an iron tower, the spymaster showed no fear at all. Instead, he raised the sword in his hand and pointed it straight at Luther.
"Roar~~." However, those wounds did not make Luther stop, but instead angered Mehen. I swung my ax like the wind even more, and struck the spymaster fiercely.
"Oh~~~."
