In the castle hall, the firewood in the fireplace was piled almost as high as a person, illuminating the entire hall and making it as warm as spring.

What is warmer than the fireplace is the enthusiasm of the North warriors. They hold up the wine glasses in their hands, drink the ale, mead and beer in their stomachs, and then belch long and burst into heroic laughter.

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Compared with the usual banquets, there were no fights between North soldiers at this time. After a fierce battle, even the North people who regarded death as home cherished life and the friendship of their comrades. They sat together even if

Even strangers would talk to each other about what happened on the battlefield during the day, just like old friends.

Ulf sat next to Guzlen. He was holding the wine glass in his hand. The amber liquid in his hand reflected his face. He was tired and still had the smoke of the battlefield. However, Ulf still cheered up and participated.

or a victory dinner.

At the same time, Ulf was not dazzled by the victory in a battle. He knew very well that as long as they could not defeat the real enemy Alfred, they would have only one ending, and they would be completely driven out of the British Isles.

"Ulf, you look worried. This is not what you should see in a victory banquet!" Guzlen had just finished talking to a North lord on the other side, and turned around to see Wu who said nothing.

Wolf asked him curiously.

The corner of Ulf's mouth twitched, and he expressed to Guzlen his sincere joy at this victory. However, when the conversation changed, he expressed his worry about the Unsa people's comeback.

"People of Angsa? Don't worry, those cowards will soon donate Danish gold to us and beg us to grant them peace." Guzlen said without worry.

"Dear Lord Guzrun, don't forget that Alfred's army is still watching. We should evacuate Cornwall Castle before they arrive here." Ulf frowned and suggested to Guzrun.

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"Leave here?" Guzlen pursed his lips after hearing this. The weather was getting colder and colder at this time. Leaving the castle with supplies and shelter and marching in the cold wind would be opposed by many people.

"That's right, and it should be as soon as possible." Ulf said to Guzlen after appraising the speed at which Alfred would lead the army to Cornwall after learning the news of Sheriff Oda's failure.

"But there are no ships, where should we retreat?" Guzlen frowned and asked Ulf.

"Go north, all the way north." Ulf said without hesitation.

Even Alfred probably would not have thought that Guzlen's army would march north, into the hinterland of the Kingdom of Wessex. This was a very risky move, but it was also a wonderful move.

In order to prevent the Vikings from launching raids from the coastline and inland rivers, Alfred spent a lot of manpower and material resources on the territories along the way and built fortresses for defense, making it difficult for the Vikings to launch attacks and even cutting off the Vikings' logistics.

Protect and prevent farmland from being harvested.

However, when the Viking army moved north from Cornwall to Wessex, it encountered fewer fortresses on this road, which may have forced Alfred to reallocate his army from the south to the north.

Defense against the Vikings.

After hearing Ulf's words, Guzrun fell into deep thought. At this time, in his heart, he already regarded the young Lord North as a nephew. His courage, wisdom and luck seemed to be influenced by many things.

God’s blessing is common.

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In the dense forest, the flames in the bonfire were beating, with a rabbit on top, and oil was dripping down.

Auda wore a simple cloak and stared at the bonfire in the cold wind. His brows were furrowed, his face full of fatigue and seriousness, but his mind was raging like a storm, recalling the battles during the day over and over again.

"What went wrong?" He kept asking himself in his mind, which part of the process led to his supposed absolute victory, which was now in vain.

And a figure seemed to appear in his mind. The ugly, short and fat monk had long warned him not to underestimate the enemy, but to wait for King Alfred to attack the Vikings in Cornwall.

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But his pride and arrogance blinded him, and the damn crow flag made him mistakenly believe that the ignorant and superstitious Vikings would flee.

In fact, this group of Vikings were not stupid at all. They raised another sacred weapon, their morale was high on the battlefield, and they defeated their own army with overwhelming force.

Sighing softly, Oda knew that all this was of no avail. He could only return to the territory with the defeated army and watched Cornwall fall into the hands of the cursed Vikings, and he would become the sinner of the Lord forever.

was nailed to the pillar of shame.

At this moment, there was a rapid sound of horse hooves outside the dense forest, which made the remnants of Oda's soldiers hiding in the forest become nervous, thinking that the Viking army was pursuing them.

Auda stood up regardless of his fatigue. He pulled out the sword from his waist. His heart was as gray as ashes. He was going to die as a martyr in this dense forest. Maybe future generations would proclaim him a saint and make him a saint.

Name a day of the year after yourself.

However, just as Auda was preparing to meet his fate, someone walked in from outside the dense forest holding a torch, calling his name as he walked.

"Lord Auda, are you in there?" The voice was so familiar, but it finally made the frightened Ansa people clear that there were not Vikings outside.

And Auda opened his eyes wide and saw the gray monk's robe, like a ball holding a torch through the dense forest, but at this time, Auda only felt happier than seeing some peerless beauty.

"Isaac, oh God, my friend." Auda walked forward quickly, hugged the short, fat and ugly monk tightly, and even kissed his forehead.

"It's good that you're okay. We searched several places, but we didn't see you. Some soldiers who were crumbling said that you were dead." Isaac was panting, and his robe was tightly stuck to his body with sweat.

"Are you alone?" Auda clearly heard the sound of horse hooves, and he quickly asked Isaac.

"I brought His Majesty Alfred's generals and a cavalry team." Isaac turned around and pointed behind him, and then said to Sheriff Auda.

Auda was filled with excitement after hearing this. He didn't expect Isaac's arrangements to be so appropriate. To be honest, without the protection of a capable army, he didn't know whether he could return to the territory surrounded by these remnants.

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"Don't be discouraged, my lord. Your Majesty has asked me to give you a message. Keep your spirits up and the Lord is on our side." Isaac's small round eyes shone with wisdom under the light of the torch, and his words were like a thousand words.
Chapter completed!