Otok's action was undoubtedly suicide, and the Viking warriors were very interested in it. They wanted to see how this Curonian warrior would enter his destiny. This was undoubtedly an interesting thing.
"Yes, the opportunity to serve me has come." The warchief licked his lips and stared longingly at Otok's neck. Although it was despicable to threaten Otok to die with his authority as chief, But it seems this is the only option if you want to survive.
Ottok's boots stepped on the gravel on the ground, making a slight rustling sound. He was getting closer and closer to the war chief. The surroundings were so quiet that it was suffocating. Ottok seemed to be able to hear the violent beating of his heart.
"Quack~~."
Not far away, the crow's pointed beak moved, its eyes moved, and its wings spread out like the wings of death.
"Ho~."
When Otok walked in front of the great chief, only two or three steps away, the chief couldn't help roaring, and slashed the sharp dagger in his hand towards Otok's throat.
The blade glowed with cold light and was aimed at Ottok's throat. The Vikings around him couldn't help but widen their eyes, wanting to take a closer look at the death of this warrior.
However, the next moment things turned around.
The veins on Otok's forehead bulged, and his eyes instantly filled with bloodshot eyes. His upper body shrank back slightly, and his legs stood firmly on the ground. The tip of the dagger was only the thickness of a page of parchment from his throat.
"brush."
Ottok dodged the warchief's blade, then grabbed the dagger, and with a backhand swing, the sharp dagger passed by the warchief's throat.
"Uh?" The chief was stunned. He didn't expect Otok's movements to be so fast. He didn't even react. He only felt a chill on his neck, and a strange feeling came to his heart. He instinctively covered his neck with his right hand.
"Hoo, ho." Ottok clutched the dagger in his hand tightly and stared at the great chief in front of him. His mind went blank and he had no idea what to do next.
As a warrior who had experienced many battles, Ottok's behavior was unbelievable, but after all, he was killing his own leader, and he was under great psychological pressure.
"Pfft."
Suddenly, there was a sound like a needle pricking a water-filled balloon, and a column of blood spurted out from between the fingers of the great chief's right hand, flying several meters away.
"Damn it." A Viking warrior standing slightly closer muttered dissatisfiedly as his body was sprayed with blood.
"Ahem, cough, cough." The chief frantically covered his neck with both hands, but blood flowed uncontrollably from the gaps in his palms, as if all the energy in his body had been drained away.
"Oh oh oh oh oh."
Seeing this scene, everyone knew that the great chief was hopeless. The Viking warriors cheered and presented the honor of the battle to Ottok.
"Plop."
The great chief's eyes were blurred, and he fell to the ground like a piece of rotten wood, making a heavy sound as he fell to the ground.
"Congratulations, you have won." Ulf clapped his hands gently, stepped forward and took away the dagger from the dazed Ottok.
"What a strike." The Viking next to him shouted to Otok.
Otok stared blankly at the dead chief. The blood flowing out of the chief's body was like a gurgling stream that quickly soaked the land beneath him. There was only one thought in Otok's mind. How could a person shed so much? of blood.
Ulf forced Otok to kill the warchief, and he had already made up his mind to support a puppet warchief in Curonia in order to maintain his retreat and influence. Now the plan is successful.
Soon, other Curonians will spread the news that Otok killed the warchief. In order to maintain his rule, Otok will have to rely on the powerful force of the Vikings.
As night falls, the fortress is brightly lit, and after every victorious battle, the Vikings traditionally hold a sleepless banquet.
"Wow~~~."
Inside the house, a blazing flame burns in the brazier, heating up the entire house.
, a bare-chested Viking warrior held a horn cup and was drinking with his companions. The horn cups collided with each other, and amber wine spilled from them.
Laughter and rude noises mixed together, almost tearing down the entire roof. In this silent night, this place was like a real-life Valhalla, with people having fun and drinking.
Ulf sat on a seat covered with fur, and beside him lay Heitong who was chewing bones. On his right was Isaac who was drinking and watching all this, and on his left was a restless Otok.
"Priest, the boys you teach are very good." Ulf picked up a glass of wine and said to Isaac.
"It's my lord." Isaac quickly held the wine glass with both hands and clinked it with Ulf respectfully.
"Keep working hard, there will be more teenagers who need your guidance in the future." Ulf nodded slightly and said to Isaac.
"Sir, aren't you settling here?" Isaac was stunned for a moment, his lips moved, and he expressed the doubts in his heart.
"Settlement, no, we will continue to the south." Ulf smiled, took a sip of wine, and said to Isaac.
"Continue to the south?" Isaac opened his mouth. He did not expect that Ulf would not be satisfied with this victory and the land under his feet, but would also go south.
"Do you know what's in the south?" Ulf put down the wine glass, casually placed his right hand on Heitan's big head, and said to Isaac.
"I know a little bit." There were some beads of sweat on Isaac's nose. He didn't know it was because of the heat in the room, but he still noticed something.
Ulf did not continue to ask. He turned his head and looked at Otok on the other side. He raised his glass and toasted to comfort Otok. Otok raised his glass absentmindedly, and his heart was full of complicated emotions towards Ulf.
Undoubtedly, Ulf used trickery to make Otok violate the sacred warrior oath and be stained with the blood of the warchief. According to the tradition of the Curonians, Otok's soul has been contaminated.
However, it was with the help of Ulf and the powerful force of the Vikings as the backing that Ottok obtained the coveted title of warchief. Ulf even promised to give the fortress and land to Ottok. . The conditions were nothing more than tribute and the security of the Viking settlements, as well as ensuring that Ulf would go south.
This is a very good deal for Ottok. The Vikings will eventually leave, and Ottok will establish his own dynasty here and continue his bloodline forever.
"Chief Ulf, I will swear to the gods to provide you with what you need as agreed." After just a moment's thought, Otok agreed to all of Ulf's requests.
"Honor the gods." Ulf raised the wine glass in his hand and said loudly with the corner of his mouth raised.
