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The captives were placed in front of the Norse people like lambs, but Guzlen was in a bit of a dilemma. The slaves were of course converted into wealth, but this time in order to attack the Mercians as quickly as possible, there were no slave merchants to follow, but raising this

A group of slaves also consume food.

"Let's have some fun!" Guzlen's men suggested to him.

"Oh, do you have any good suggestions?" Guzlen asked with interest.

"Hunt!"

"Hunting?! So it turns out that it can relieve the anxiety of the soldiers, which is good."

Guzrun decided the fate of this group of prisoners in an instant. He waved his hand and told everyone to start following the order, even Ulf and others.

"What are they going to do?" Ulf and others were also confused. They were asked to form a shield wall with round shields, leaving a passage in the middle for three people to walk side by side.

"Woo~~." A prisoner was brought to the front. Guzlen stood in front of him and took out a sharp dagger. The Mercian prisoner was trembling with fear.

"Brush~~." But Guzlen did not hurt him with the dagger, but instead cut off the restraints on his hands, which made the prisoner very puzzled.

"Run." Guzlen pushed him with his hand and pushed him towards a track made of Viking bucklers.

"Run~."

"quick."

The Norseman banged his ax on his buckler, intimidating the Mercian prisoner. Looking at the group of Vikings whose eyes were smeared with blue-black dye, the Mercian prisoner ran forward in panic along the passage.

.

"What are they going to do?" Ange frowned and asked Ulf in confusion, but Ulf had a bad premonition in his heart.

"Buzz~~." Suddenly a Norseman threw a javelin at the Mercian prisoner who was running forward.

"Ping~~." But I don't know if it was luck, but the javelin pierced the captive's feet, and many Norse people made regretful sounds.

"Ah~~." Only then did the Mercian prisoner know that he had become the prey of this group of Vikings and was hunted mercilessly by them.

"Whoosh~~." Another Norseman picked up a bow and arrow and shot at the prisoner. The arrow flew towards the prisoner and penetrated his calf. The Mercian prisoner screamed, but in his survival instinct

Next, he still limped forward and ran forward, blood spilling all the way.

"Well." Ange frowned and turned her face to one side. Although she was merciless to the enemy on the battlefield, she would not do such a thing to an unarmed person.

Ulf's face also became solemn, and there was even an uncontrollable sense of disgust. He had only one purpose in killing, in order to gain a greater chance of survival and more rights. Any meaningless killing would arouse his disgust.

"It's so boring." When Vargas saw this scene, he spat to the side. In his opinion, treating people as prey was simply blasphemous to warriors and gods, so he left without looking back.

However, many Northmen who had been fighting in Britain for a long time were accustomed to this kind of bloodthirsty and killing. This was the only activity that could relieve their tension and anxiety of being far away from home and fighting on the battlefield all day long.

"Let me try." The young girl Sigrid was eager to give it a try. She drew out her throwing knife, but as soon as she raised her arm, Ulf and Ange held it down. Sigrid looked confused.

, she didn’t understand why Ulf and Ange prohibited her from participating in activities that other people could participate in.

"Ange took her away, which is not good for educating children." Ulf raised his chin and said to Ange.

"I understand." Anglian dragged Sigrid away. Although Sigrid was very dissatisfied, it didn't help.

"Pfft~~~." Suddenly, a javelin pierced the body of the Mercian prisoner who was running forward. Coincidentally, he died just in front of Ulf. His eyes that refused to close seemed to be accusing him.

This was a senseless killing.

"Hahahaha, good job!" But the Norse people celebrated each other and gave ale to the one who threw the javelin accurately.

"Next." Soon the second Mercian prisoner was pushed into this death track. He had been driven crazy by the fear of death. His eyes were dull and his legs moved forward mechanically.

His lips were trembling constantly, as if he was praying or laughing.

"Ping~~." A stone hit the prisoner on the back of the head from behind. Immediately white brains and blood spurted out from the wound, and the prisoner's body trembled on the ground.

"Let me end his pain." Ulf had no expression on his face. He dropped the buckler in his hand, pulled out a dagger from his waist, walked to the fallen prisoner, and skillfully placed the dagger on him.

between the throat.

"Pfft~~, cough cough cough~~." There was a terrible coughing sound and the sound of air being released from the blood vessels. Gradually, the prisoner lost his breath. The noisy North people around him became quiet. He didn't understand why Ulf

Do this.

But Ulf didn't care what the people around him thought. He strode towards Guzlen and stood in front of the Viking king.

"Lord Ulf, you seem to have disrupted our activities?" Guzrun touched the braided beard under his lips and said to Ulf.

"Great Viking King, I think this is a waste of resources. Slaves are a good resource and should not be wasted like this." Ulf said to Guzlen.

"Ah, there will be more of these slaves in the future." Guzlen waved his hand nonchalantly, and what he said was true. Whenever a war ended, they could always capture many Ansa slaves. His men

The land of the warriors already had enough labor force to match the land in China.

"Yes, but my territory is a remote and barren place, and there is a shortage of many slaves there. Can you give these slaves to me so that they can be of value?" Wulf said to Guzlen calmly.

"Well!" Guzlen frowned slightly. He pursed his lips and considered Ulf's value in his heart. It can be said that Ulf was able to win this battle because he was the one who killed Mai.

The lord of the West Asian cavalry was able to cause the possible reinforcements from Mercia to be routed. This achievement was already obvious to everyone.

"Well, because of your heroic battle, Lord Ulf, I think you are worthy of this gift." Guzrun nodded and agreed that Ulf would take the remaining slaves away, although it caused a lot of dissatisfaction.

It was a loud voice, but under Guzlen’s authority, the Norse pinched their noses and recognized it.

"Thank you, great Viking King." Ulf immediately thanked Guzlen and said.

Then he stepped forward and took away the remaining slaves. Although this group of Mercian slaves could not understand the language of the Norse, after they saw Ulf speaking to Guzlen, they all

After being taken away from that section of the death track, I suddenly understood that Ulf had rescued them. Even if he treated them as slaves, it didn't matter. There was nothing better than living.

"Thank you, the merciful Lord, for sending you to rescue us." The slaves knelt down at Ulf's feet, kissed his boots desperately, and spoke the language of Britons.

"Huh?" Ulf frowned. He couldn't understand the British language, but from the behavior of the prisoners, it seemed that they were very grateful to him, and they probably regarded him as their savior.

This group of slaves was immediately put on a long ship to the Netherlands, where they would be temporarily detained until more slaves were sent there, and then sent to East Hamar together. Although it was a bit unbearable to leave their homeland, for the sake of

These Mercian slaves still accepted their fate.

"Please wait, don't send me away, I'm still useful." But just when the Earl of East Friesland was about to escort the slaves, a thin Mercian man with golden hair ran out from the crowd of slaves.

hair, and an appearance that combines Norse and Mercian features.

"Oh?" Ulf was slightly surprised, because this young man spoke a broken Norse language, which was still very rare among Britons.
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