Blood dripped on the grass, and heavy breathing sounded. Su Chen swallowed. In fact, his mouth was as dry as the Sahara Desert. This was completely instinctive, and there seemed to be a blood-red mask hanging in front of his eyes.

chiffon.

"Your forehead is bleeding." Ange glanced at Su Chen and handed him a piece of linen cloth tied around his waist, asking him to wipe the wound on his head.

"All done." Su Chen took the linen cloth and pressed it on the wound on his head. The stinging feeling made him frown. He looked around and saw the bodies of the North soldiers.

Falling to the ground, most of their bodies had marks from axes.

"She is indeed the woman I like." Vargas leaned against the big tree, covered his wounds with his hands, and laughed, but Su Chen could already see that he was at the end of his strength.

Su Chen walked over, took off the belt of a dead Norse warrior, came to Vargas, and pressed his hand on Vargas' leg. This made the Viking warrior feel pain and couldn't help but

He bared his teeth and cursed loudly.

"Damn slave, do you want to hurt me to death?" Vargas angrily punched Su Chen, but the excessive bleeding made his fist weak.

"If the bleeding doesn't stop, I'm afraid you will die." Su Chen tied Vargas' thigh tightly with his belt to stop the continuous flow of blood.

"Good job, but we still have some way to go." Ange on the side put the ax on her waist again, and she walked towards Granet, who was still squirming on the ground. At this time, Granet had climbed into a pile of

In front of the bushes, in fact, this was completely futile, but the survival instinct drove him to crawl, and the blood left a bright red trace on the ground.

"What are you going to do?" Su Chen asked Ange curiously.

"Take him with you." Ange stepped forward and grabbed Granet's collar, trying to pull him up, but the fat Granet was panting, and his body was too heavy to pull him up at all.

"Oh wow." Granet groaned in pain.

"What a fat pig." Ange spat at him and reluctantly gave up on pulling him up.

"You hold Vargas and I'll figure it out." Suchen seemed to understand Ange's idea. They had to bring back a prisoner, otherwise they couldn't explain why they killed the lord's men in the black forest.

Four people were walking along the dense woods in the black forest. Ange was holding an ax and chopping the bushes in front of him to clear the way for several people, while Vargas was limping with a wooden stick in his hand as a crutch.

Following behind, Su Chen took off the clothes of the dead Norse warrior and tied them into knots to make a simple trailer. He put Granet on it and dragged him along, although the rough ground shook Granet.

The pain was unbearable, but Su Chen told him that if he was left in the forest like this, wild animals would soon come looking for the smell of blood, so Granet did not dare to say a word.

"They are back." At this time, many people had dispersed at the exit of the forest. After all, not everyone could gather here leisurely. The life of the Vikings was not so leisurely yet, but there were a few

People who especially liked to join in the fun started shouting loudly when they saw Vargas limping out with a wooden stick.

"No, why are they dragging the injured people? They are injured." Others saw Su Chen dragging the injured Granet and shouted loudly. Some people stepped forward to help Su Chen. They thought that Su Chen and others had been injured.

Attacked by wild beasts or bandits.

"We are going to find the lord." Vargas rudely pushed away the people who crowded in front of them and said loudly to the others.

In the lord's house, Hrov the Heartbreaker was sitting majestically on a chair. In front of him, several North peasants were complaining to him.

"Lord, the weather is too cold. This year's barley harvest has been exhausted. If we don't find a way before winter comes, we will all starve to death." North farmers are free people. They cultivate the land allocated by the lord. In addition to paying bows,

In addition, he left enough food for his family to survive the winter, but recently, dry and cold air suddenly came, causing all the crops to die.

"We ask you to waive the tribute this time." Another older farmer said respectfully to Hrov.

"You must hand over the remaining tribute before winter comes, otherwise you will know the consequences." But Khrov refused the farmers' request mercilessly. He wanted to use the tribute to support himself.

Guards and the whole family.

"This is unfair, are we forced to leave?" the young farmer said angrily. Fortunately, they worked hard but did not get any benefits, while the lord was able to enjoy the benefits. This made some people begin to doubt Hrov's authority.

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"What did you say? Say it again." Hrov's eyes became cold. He stood up, picked up his Viking iron sword, and pressed towards the young farmer step by step.

"Quickly apologize to the lord, you were just confused by Loki." The other farmers hurriedly said to their companions.

"I'm telling the truth. Some rumors say that the lord has lost his former ambition and that he can't bring us food and wealth." But the young farmer seemed to be determined, and he said loudly to other people in the hall.

"Gods, how dare he say that."

"Tsk tsk." Most of the people in the hall were working slave girls and Hrov's subordinates. They did not dare to defy Hrov's rights, but in private they often complained that Hrov, the former Viking warrior, was now

It seems that before he was keen on lingering in a woman's bed, he completely lost the adventurous Viking spirit.

"Hmph." Hrov's eyes swept across the hall, and he seemed to see what they were thinking in people's eyes. This kind of thinking is very dangerous. If people think he is weak, it may endanger his own rights.

"Lord, please forgive him." The older farmer hurriedly begged, but Hrov ignored him at all. He swung his iron sword and hit the young farmer hard in the heart.

When he turned around and wanted to escape, he raised his foot and kicked him to the ground.

"Oh, ah." The young and stubborn farmer realized the horror of the matter at this time. He crawled on the ground for a while and tried to stand up, but Hrov had already stepped forward and pulled out his sword.

, with a crisp sound, the sharp iron sword was unsheathed. The sword was engraved with complex patterns and Niru runes, and the hilt was also inlaid with turquoise.

"Plop." Hrov quickly swung his sword, and the young farmer's head was chopped off and rolled on the ground a few times. Blood spurted out from the mouth. The headless body fell to the ground, convulsing violently.

Got it.

"Hmm." The smell of blood instantly filled the entire hall, and the slave girl Hyde couldn't help but cover her mouth and nose and turned away.

"No one can despise my power." Hrov raised the blood-stained iron sword, looked at the people in the hall, and said loudly to them.

Under such blood, everyone hung their heads. Several men came forward to carry the body away, while the female slaves came forward with wooden buckets and used brushes and water to clean the blood on the ground.

At this moment, Hrov heard a noise coming from outside and couldn't help but frowned. There seemed to be a lot of things going on today. Vargas, Ange and Suchen took the injured Granet with them.

When I came in, there were many Norse people swarming behind me to watch the fun.

"What happened?" Hrov inserted the sword in his hand into the scabbard, adjusted his bearskin shawl, and asked Vargas and the others.

"Ah." Vargas said nothing more and pushed the injured Granet out. The slave overseer, whose back was slashed, fell to the ground, his face pale and weak.

"Huh?" Hrov was very surprised. He didn't expect why his slave overseer would have a conflict with the Viking warrior Vargas.

"Dear Lord, your slave overseer led people to ambush me in the Black Forest. If it weren't for the help of the two of them, I would be dead. What is going on?" Vargas looked serious and stared.

Hrov said in front of him.

"Is this happening?" Hrov frowned. Granet didn't tell him before taking action. This was the first time he heard about it, so he stepped forward and turned Granet over with his feet, but the wound on his back

Jean Granet let out a scream and fainted from the pain.

Hrov ignored him. He waved his hand and asked one of his men to lift a bucket of water and pour it on Granet's head. The cold water immediately woke Granet up.

"Oh, oh, I was there, Gods above me, and I saw the goddess of the underworld." Granet yelled in the hall like a drowned rat. This embarrassing scene made everyone else burst into laughter.

"Grane tell me the truth, otherwise I will personally send you to see the goddess of the underworld." Hrov said to Grane.

"Lord, Lord, save me, they want to kill me." The moment he saw Hrov, Granet immediately understood him, immediately stepped forward and hugged Hrov's leg, shouting as loud as he could.

road.

"What?" Hearing Granet's words, Vargas's nose almost became angry. He took a step forward and wanted to kill this despicable villain who was full of lies, but Su Chen stretched out his hand to stop him.

"Let him finish." Su Chen signaled Vargas to calm down with his eyes. If he took action in front of the lord at this time, regardless of whether it was justified or not, it might cause Hrov's displeasure, not to mention the fresh blood on the ground.

, this lord seems to be in a particularly unhappy mood today.
Chapter completed!