Just as Bjorn led his elite royal guards and began to carefully detour to the back of the forest from the side, the battle in the forest unknowingly began to heat up.
"Hmm." Bjorn's vassal stood in the forest. The dense branches blocked the sky, and only a little light fell in from the gaps. Therefore, it was not like fighting during the day, but at night.
Suddenly, Bjorn's vassal reached out and rubbed his eyes. He seemed to see thick fog rising around him, which made Bjorn's vassal feel a little scared.
"Ahem, cough, who is setting the fire?"
"There's something wrong with this smoke." When the smoke was inhaled into his lungs, Bjorn's vassal suddenly realized something was wrong. He only felt his lungs acrid and painful, and violent coughing sounded all around.
"Those bastards used poisonous smoke." At this time, another general covered his mouth and nose with his cloak and staggered over and said.
"The wind is against us." Bjorn's vassals endured the smoke and roared to the surrounding warriors.
"Don't be afraid. If we withdraw, Bjorn will be in danger." The generals know that they play a role in attracting the enemy's attention. If they are forced to retreat by the poisonous smoke, then the unknowing Bjorn will be trapped by the enemy. Among endless attacks.
"See you soon, Bjorn, old man." My friend said calmly in a nervous and cheerful tone.
"For the king, for the oath, for Valhalla, attack." Bjorn's vassals and North warriors continued to charge into the forest against the poisonous smoke.
Although the gray-bearded North warrior is old, he has rich combat experience. The moment he raises the ax in his hand, it is actually a feint to attract the attention of the berserker. The short sword in his hand is the killing move of the gray-haired North warrior. .
"Oh oh oh~~." The gray-bearded North warrior charged towards the berserker and aimed his ax at his leg. If the leg was hit, the berserker's bones would definitely break.
"Ah~~."
"Your friend, maybe today is not the destination given to you by the gods." A North warrior with gray hair and beard, with a cold look in his eyes, said to my companion beside me.
"Oh woo~~." When the berserker looked at the gray-haired North warrior, he did not stay under me for a short time. Killing an old man would not diminish his honor in the eyes of the berserker, so The berserker quickly glanced at other places.
The two of them fought fiercely together, axes colliding with axes, shields and fists roaring, but the gray-bearded North warrior was older, and his physical strength was even worse, and he let out bursts of panting like an ox.
The berserker warriors of the vassal brotherhood were admiring the miserable situation of the North warriors from a close distance. We were like a group of beasts in human skins. The stronger the smell of blood, the more excited we felt. We squatted down one by one. There were bursts of howling sounds underground.
Human blood flowed from the corners of the berserker's mouth, and his eyes were hot and cold, with no concern for wounds and death. Although the North warriors were frightened by the crazy attacks of the berserker warriors, they had tolerant discipline and experienced Zhan was not timid.
"Kill~~."
"Ping~~." Facing the attack of the gray-bearded Norse warrior, the berserker was finally irritated. I turned around and raised my foot to kick him hard, but he was hit under the round shield. It turned out that the opponent had not expected it. General blocked the attack with a round shield.
"Despicable people." That kind of behavior made Shi Youjun's bears and wolves extremely angry. We were the only ones not afraid, and instead led the soldiers to fight.
"Oh~." The gray-haired North warrior used his whole body to resist the berserker's kick. He stepped firmly on the ground with his feet and chopped at him with an axe.
The sharp dagger slashed across the berserker's abdomen, and bright red blood instantly flowed out from the cracked flesh.
The people below were strangled together outside the forest. The berserker warriors were all weak and strong, and they were full of wildness. We used axes, nails and even teeth to chop off the seven limbs of the Norse warriors and take off the eyes of the Norse warriors. , biting the throats of Norse warriors.
"Hmph." But the berserker just blew out gas from his nose, turned around, and passed me, preparing to enter a place where the battle would be calmer.
"You only want the weakest." The leader of the brotherhood said.
"Shut up." The berserker's words completely angered the gray-haired North warrior. I threw away the round shield in my hand, pulled out a dagger from my waist, and with an ax and dagger in hand, I rushed towards the berserker with a war cry. .
The Swedish Norse warriors held round shields and raised their axes low, and rushed down towards the berserker warriors of the vassal brothers.
"Oh oh oh~~~." The Berserker seemed to be tired of fighting the old man, and wanted to start the interesting battle slowly, but I was still too careless.
We are like a pack of wolves living in a harsh environment, always eliminating the strongest, leaving only the weak who deserve to enjoy the glory and the opportunity to retreat to Bjornla.
"You will kill him. You will cut off his hands and feet and make him the most despicable slave, forever squirming in the mud like a maggot." The Berserker raised his head, his eyes fierce and cold.
The others got down and tried to save them, but they saw the sharpened wood outside the trap impaling the fallen Norse warriors underneath. Blood, internal organs and intestines flowed out from the wounds, and the smell of blood filled the entire forest.
"Asshole, look at you." The gray-haired North warrior suddenly became angry. I opened my arms holding the ax and buckler, blocked the berserker, and challenged me.
"Oh oh oh~~." However, there was not only poisonous smoke in the forest, but also countless traps. Several North warriors stepped on the ground. The originally solid ground suddenly collapsed, and we fell into the trap. Suddenly he let out a scream.
"Yes." The gray-haired North warrior nodded slightly. I shifted my gaze to these crazy killing berserkers, held the ax handle in my hand, and walked hesitantly towards the berserkers.
"Pfft~~."
"Old bastard, he should wait for death under the bed, but should retreat to the battlefield of honor. Bjornla will always take in his soul." The berserker of the vassal brotherhood wearing a wolf head said to his beard The gray-haired North warriors let out bursts of taunts, which had nothing to do with the tradition of the vassal brothers. Except for the priests, we allow any healthy and old people to be in the brothers.
"Oh." The berserker stretched out his hand and wiped his belly. Seeing his blood staining his palms, his anger could not be contained. The berserker never thought that he would be hurt by the old man.
