Isaac took a deep look at Ulf in front of him. He was a young Viking warrior. His blue eyes were as clear as a lake, his angular lips, his nose as straight as a mountain peak, and his strong body.

The wolfskin cloak on his shoulders and the fine armor on his body all told his heroic deeds. However, Isaac felt that the other party was too young and unlikely to be a Viking leader, and he couldn't help but feel...

I wonder if this is one of Guzlen's nephews.

"This is the leader of East Hamar. Although he is young, he is a hero who led his people across the North Sea." As if he saw Isaac's doubts, Guzlen pointed at Ulf and said to him

said.

"Oh." Isaac's eyes narrowed, and he quickly bent down to show respect, feeling slightly shocked in his heart.

Ulf's lips tightened, and he nodded towards the monk in front of him. He was not arrogant because of Isaac's ugly appearance or his status as a clergyman.

In the Viking camp, Ulf and Isaac were walking side by side. From time to time, there were patrols in twos and threes, conducting patrols and inspections according to the established route. The entire Viking camp seemed rigorous and solemn.

"Isn't our camp good?" Ulf asked Isaac, who was looking around.

"Yes, it's completely different." Isaac glanced around, and the surprise in his heart became more and more intense. He did not expect that the originally chaotic and noisy Viking camp was so orderly, and everyone seemed to be walking among the stars.

On track generally.

Thinking of this, he became worried about Alfred's plan and how the Ansa people would win the battle in the face of such an opponent.

Just when Isaac was filled with doubts, they arrived in front of Ulf's camp, making his expression even more solemn.

I saw that the camp was built with firewood trucks connected end to end as the city wall. Soldiers holding spears and carrying round shields were watching the surroundings with vigilance. The shield girls carrying bows and arrows gently touched the arrow feathers in their hands. If they had any intentions,

If an unruly enemy approaches, use sharp arrows in your hand to retaliate.

One of them, a tall Viking woman with silver hair, was particularly eye-catching. When she saw Ulf, the corners of her mouth raised. With a wave of her hand, a section of the chariot was pushed open, allowing the two of them to enter.

"Sir, what's going on with this diesel truck?" Isaac couldn't help but asked Ulf.

"The things captured from the castle can be used to transport supplies on weekdays. When we camp, we connect them to form a city wall, which can resist enemies with evil intentions. Even war horses cannot easily cross." Ulf left Issa alone.

Gram, said to him.

Although when the Vikings set up camp, they would cut down trees to make horses to resist enemy raids, but this would consume a lot of energy and still create loopholes.

However, using a diesel truck transporting supplies as a camping wall is both convenient and safe. It was originally the most common trick used by nomadic people, but now it was brought to the British island by Ulf.

"The guests are here, bring the wine and food." Walking into the camp, Ulf shouted loudly to Ange and others.

Isaac wondered why Ulf entertained him so hospitably, but he did not feel scared because of this. Instead, he was secretly happy that he might be able to learn many military secrets about the Vikings from Ulf.

Of course, Ulf thought so too.

In the Viking tent, thick and soft bear skins and wolf skins were spread underneath. Isaac experienced a bumpy journey, tiredness and the pressure of the mission. Facing the terrifying Vikings made him feel physically and mentally heavy. At this time, he sat down.

On this soft fur, the physical and psychological pressure suddenly relaxed.

"Oh, God, I really want to sit here and never get up." Isaac sighed comfortably and said to Ulf.

"Although we don't often drink alcohol early in the morning, we can make an exception in order to entertain guests." Ulf waved to the slaves on the side and asked them to fill up the ale for the two of them.

Holding the wine glass in his hand, Isaac glanced at the slaves. These slaves were clearly Unsa people, and he knew in his heart that they must have been taken away from the castle by the Vikings.

When the slightly sweet malt liquor was poured into his mouth and entered his stomach down his throat, it immediately relieved Isaac's hunger and thirst. He couldn't help but sigh: "After a journey, drinking a glass of malt liquor is the best thing to do."

It would be better if you put it on the fire to warm it up."

"Then follow your method." Without saying a word, Ulf immediately ordered someone to warm the malt wine again.

"I don't understand, I'm just a messenger, why the leader entertains me like this." Isaac narrowed his eyes and said to Ulf.

"Maybe, because I want to get more news about Alfred from you." Ulf held the wine glass and said to Isaac with a smile.

"Uh?" Of course Isaac guessed Ulf's plan, but he didn't expect that the other party would be so direct. For a moment, he was so smart that he was stunned, staring blankly at Ulf in front of him, not knowing what to do.

answer.

Ulf was not in a hurry, he suppressed his smile and quietly tasted the ale in the cup.

"Ah, haha, are you kidding me, sir?" Isaac smiled awkwardly, using his smile to cover up his inner panic.

"No, I'm not kidding. Alfred sent you here for the same purpose, right? So do you think he can defeat Lord Guzlen's army?" Ulf looked at Isaac calmly and said to him

said.

"My purpose is for peace and Her Royal Highness Princess Roderet." Isaac cautiously replied to Ulf.

"I know, this is one of your goals, so look there." Ulf sat next to Isaac and raised his finger to point to the corner of the camp.

Isaac looked in the direction that Ulf pointed and saw an Angsa noble woman holding her child and walking freely in the camp. Isaac frowned and looked carefully.

After a moment, he suddenly realized that the woman was Her Royal Highness Princess Roderet and her heir.

"Your Highness?" Isaac stood up from the bearskin and said in disbelief.

As the most important hostage in the hands of the Vikings, Princess Rodrith appeared randomly like this, instead of being locked up in a wooden cage and strictly guarded as he imagined.

Princess Rodritt seemed to hear Isaac's voice in the distance. She called her heir to her side, nodded slightly in Isaac's direction, and then left his sight.

"How about, if I want, I can even let you take the princess and leave now." Ulf took a sip of the malt wine and said to Isaac calmly.

"What exactly do you want?" Isaac's eyes became solemn. He looked deeply at the young Viking leader in front of him, and the doubts in his heart became more and more intense.
Chapter completed!