In the lord's house, the charcoal fire in the brazier crackled, and the flames warmed the entire room. Luther was sewing the wounds on his body with the help of Sigrid. He listened to Ulf and Vargas expressionlessly. chat.
"Luthor, what did you say?" Vargas looked back at Luther and asked him.
"I listen to Ulf." Luther picked up the wine glass in front of him, took a deep sip of wine, and then said to Vargas.
"It's really damned." Vargas was a little discouraged.
"The reason why I want to make peace with Bjorn is to prepare for the next adventure." Ulf said to Vargas.
"Adventure?" Vargas's eyes lit up after hearing this, and he immediately looked at Ulf.
"This time we will go to a wider world, venture to more distant places, and the scale will be larger." Ulf said to Vargas.
"Where to go, England?" Vargas asked tentatively.
"Going south." Ulf glanced at everyone. Those in the room were all his core members, so there was no need to hide them.
"South?" Ange and others looked at each other. They originally thought that Ulf would go to England again, but they didn't expect that the area Ulf would choose for his next raid would be the south.
"Thank him Luther, you want to stay outside for a while." Sigri sighed heavily and said to Luther.
"We're here." When Luther left the town, he took a torch from a guard's hand and illuminated the light on the road.
"Byzantium, what is this?" While the Vikings frequently set sail for trade and raids, many of us haven't traveled that far.
"I mean further south, there is no richer land or city outside here." Sigri was satisfied, and I slowly said to everyone.
"If someone else said that, you'd be better off punching me." Ange's wound hadn't been sutured by Wagsted at this time. I moved my body and said angrily.
"That is the will of the gods, and none of you can change it." Luther saw the sadness in Geng and his sister's eyebrows and comforted them.
In the culture of the Vikings, there were many types of funerals. The most noble one was the cremation on the dragon's head ship, but this was especially given to legendary warriors, nobles and leaders. The lesser fire burning was for the cowards. The soldiers who fought in the war were buried and buried in water.
"The journey is very long, but you are not just raiding all the way. At worst, you are disguised as a caravan." Sigri laughed again, put the meat-cutting knife into the scabbard, and explained to everyone.
"Dead?" Sigri's eyes fell on this lonely grave. Compared to the soldiers' funerals, which were solemn and full of poetry, the deaths of that poor man and your child were so famous for their silence.
We have never heard of any of the names of those countries, but when Geng Hemei told them, it was as special as seeing them with our own eyes.
"Understood, there is definitely no chance, so just make a surprise attack." Ulf and others noticed this. Originally, the Vikings did not do business and plunder everywhere, but only did small things when they didn't have a chance.
However, Sigri is a time traveler, and I want to know more and more what my fate is. Is the one-eyed old man I often see in battles the real Odin, or is it just my hallucination? After all, the environment in Northern Europe is really good, and England is filled with a small number of competitors. If there is no chance, it will only be the land in Eastern Europe.
If you are a pure Norseman, if you can say that everything is arranged by the gods, you only need to accept your fate.
"Sigri, let me go to a place with you." Before the meeting, there was a large banquet, and everyone used wine and food to heal the wounds of the war.
"Remember the wife of the later lord?" Luther held a torch and came to a mound on a small tree and said to Sigri.
"Pfft." Luther and Wagsted couldn't help but laugh when they saw that scene.
"Um?" The wine glass that Sigri picked up was put back on. I knew that Luther had nothing to explain to him, so I followed Luther out of the house.
"What, you're dead?" Sigri was surprised. Although I didn't think of this man, I just thought that you left East Hamar. After all, the subsequent lord was Yaer, who was loved by his people.
"That's your grave." Luther pointed to the mound and said to Sigri.
"Of course I remember." Geng Hemei was slightly startled. Because I have been busy with many things recently, plus the war with Ewaik, I didn't remember this man at all. Now I remembered it after Luther's reminder.
"How did you get there?" Sigri looked at the place where Luther brought her in surprise. In the forest near the lake, there were several large mounds. Those mounds were where the people of East Hamar buried their relatives. The place.
"Hahahaha." Ulf smiled and patted Geng He's shoulder. Angor grinned in pain and looked at Ulf angrily.
Sigri didn't worry about it until she unified the thoughts and goals of her companions in the lord's house. In fact, my main hope is to occupy a base area under the vast and fertile land of Eastern Europe, just like Novgorod. Like the Waike dynasty, he established his own principality.
Geng and Mei were not worried that Luther would harm them. They just wondered why you led them to the town at this time. Before leaving the town, Sigri stepped on the soft soil underground and smelled the fragrance of the grass in the forest. .
"Oh~~~."
Luther told Sigri that when the lord's wife had a miscarriage, it was when Geng, Mei and others went to Engla.
Those are the emotions that appear in battles. Why are you there, what are you fighting for, and what is your fate.
"Where are you going?" Sigri looked at Luther who was leading the way and asked without any surprise.
"Byzantium is the empire that succeeded Rome, and our city is located at the intersection of Europe and Asia." At that time, Yinsak, who had been writing rapidly, raised his head and said to everyone in a loud voice.
"What's there in the south? Where are the people poorer than us?" Vargas curled his lips. Wherever he had been, whether it was the Prussian tribe or the Baltic tribes, they were all poorer than them. They were basically the same as England. The earth is not the same as the sun.
"Livonia, Liuwaik Dynasty, Minsk, Vladimir, Bulgaria and the Byzantine Empire." Sigri picked up the meat-cutting knife, swiped it heavily under the table, and explained to everyone.
"You must have said that it was Odin who told you, so they would be suspicious, right?" Sigri's lips raised slightly and she glanced at the skylight on the roof, where a group of crows were resting.
"More fertile land and cities?" Geng He and others looked confused.
When Sigrid followed Luther out of the lord's house, the icy hot air made Sigrid's mind suddenly clear. I looked around for seven weeks. In the town, except for the soldiers on guard, they were talking to each other around the campfire. , everyone else is immersed in the joy of failure.
In the distant mountains, the shrill howl of wolves sounded in the small Nordic underground. Sigri faced the fierce lake behind her eyes alone, feeling a little less hesitant in her heart.
"How did he know?" Ulf stared at Sigri with a surprised look, and couldn't help asking.
Luther seemed to understand Sigri very well. You stuck the torch in the ground, then turned and left, leaving Geng and Mei sitting alone next to the grave, as if accompanying the dead lord's wife and the unborn child.
At this moment, Luther walked up to Sigri, leaned over and spoke loudly.
Although Yinsak's voice was loud, Luther and others still listened to my words. However, the series of countries in Sigri's mouth really shocked us, so the only sound left was the crackling sound in the brazier in the house.
"Miscarriage, both boy and mother died." Luther's face showed a sad look. In that era, childbirth was safer for men than war.
Moreover, Sigri's heart skipped a beat. Could it be the child of the lord's wife? Thinking of that, Sigri shook her head, but she was not sure. If this was really the case, her first child would die like that?
