With the neigh of the war horse, Ulf, carrying the iron box on his back, rode up to the lake. At this time, Alfred and others, surrounded by the knights, also looked in the direction of Ulf.

"Lord Ulf, what are you doing?" Isaac glanced at Alfred, then stepped forward and said to Ulf in Norse.

Ulf sat on the horse, tightened the reins of the war horse with his hands, and stopped the war horse in front of everyone. As the war horse turned, Ulf looked in the direction of Isaac and the others.

At this time, Alfred looked deeply at the young northern leader on horseback in front of him, and felt very surprised. Ulf had golden hair, and although his facial features were as profound as those of other northerners, there was no roughness in his behavior.

On the contrary, he seemed very restrained.

Especially those eyes like a calm lake, full of indescribable rationality, which is a very rare phenomenon among the greedy Vikings who like to kill.

"I will sing loudly here." Ulf calmly looked at Isaac and the others and said calmly.

"Sing?" Isaac was stunned for a moment, not understanding what Ulf meant, but he quickly frowned, knowing that Ulf must have wanted to disrupt the baptism ceremony, so he said: "Lord Ulf

, we have an appointment, you can’t ruin the ceremony.”

"You are mistaken about destroying the ceremony. I just want to sing loudly by the lake. Isn't this allowed?" Ulf grinned, lowered his head and reached out to pat the war horse under his crotch.

said.

"Lord Ulf, maybe you can wait until we finish the ceremony, okay." Isaac clasped his hands and said to Ulf in a sincere voice.

"No, I am a Viking, a free Viking." Ulf laughed loudly, turned his horse's head, and rode forward to the lake.

At this time, the Norse warriors preparing for the baptism by the lake looked at Ulf with great interest, while the bishop and the servants were frightened and backed away, fearing that the Viking would do something terrible.

"Your Majesty, I will send out soldiers immediately." Seeing that the situation was not good, Isaac frowned, held up his monk's robe, moved his steps to Alfred, and said to him.

"No rush." ​​Alfred stretched out his right hand, but Ulf's action aroused his curiosity. If the other party just used brute force to destroy the ceremony, Alfred would look down on him.

"Your Majesty." Isaac took half a step forward and approached Alfred as if he wanted to try to persuade him again, but Alfred waved his hand again impatiently, and Isaac had no choice but to lower his head and say nothing more.

He just glanced worriedly in Ulf's direction.

At this time, Ulf had jumped off his horse and entered the lake. The cold and clear lake water was immediately stirred, creating a large number of ripples.

"Huh." Ulf looked around and saw that the clear lake water was just up to his knees. At this time, Ulf looked up and stood on the shore, folding his arms or inserting his hands.

Norse warriors on their belts.

"Come up, heretic."

"This is the place of holy baptism."

The bishop also stood on the shore, holding a pastoral staff and speaking loudly to Ulf.

Perhaps it was a group of soldiers coming down the hillside that gave the bishop some courage.

Ulf ignored the bishop's shouting. He raised his head slightly and stood in the lake with his arms spread out, as if letting the cold water soak into his body.

"Ulf, what are you going to do again?"

"Hahaha, do you want to pee in this lake?"

"Do you feel the will of the gods?"

The North warriors who were standing on the shore indifferently touched the beards on their chins, crossed their strong legs and laughed loudly.

The baptism ceremony, which had gradually become solemn, now became a bit like a farce, and the bishop's face became gloomy, but he did not dare to make any more moves for fear of angering this group of unsteady believers.

"This lake reminds me of the North Sea, but the water there is saltier and the waves are bigger."

Ulf opened his slightly closed eyes, grinned at the corners of his mouth, looked back at the North warriors on the shore, and said to them in the same laughing voice.

"Hahaha, how can the water here be compared to the sea?"

Immediately, some North warriors shook their heads and refuted Ulf's words, because in their opinion, the danger of the turbulent sea was not comparable to that of a calm lake like this.

"Yes, I also think that the water here can't be compared to the sea that separates Asgard and the mortal world. I'm afraid it's wider and more turbulent than the North Sea. Only Valkyrie's horses can carry heroes and kings.

Where can our souls survive safely?" Ulf nodded slightly, and then spoke to the North soldiers with a slightly louder voice.

"Of course."

When the Norse people were very young, stories about the kingdom of the gods in Asgard became their bedside stories. Ulf's slightly calm and magnetic voice narrated it, making many people feel trance-like.

I returned to the fire for a while, listening to the elders telling stories.

"Valhalla, the palace of Odin, the king of the Asa clan, is located here. The gleaming golden palace seems to be floating peacefully in the sky from a distance."

"The palace's rafters were hung with spear shafts, the roof was covered with shields, and the benches were strewn with chain mail."

"There are 540 doors that can allow 800 people to pass through at one time, and heroic warriors will pour out from them during Ragnarok."

"The entrance to Valhalla is called Valgland, and in front of it stands a shining tree of Grathir..."

Ulf loudly described the temple of Valhalla to the Norse warriors, and soon everyone was fascinated. These stories that the Norse warriors were familiar with had already been deeply imprinted in their souls.

"Valhalla~~."

When a Norse warrior raised his hand and cheered the name of Valhalla, other Norse warriors also shouted loudly.

At this moment, Alfred and others who were watching from a distance looked confused. They had never seen this group of North warriors before. They seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit and were shouting a name crazily.

"What are they talking about?" Alfred's eyes became sharp, and he immediately looked at Isaac beside him and asked him.

"It's a Viking myth and legend." Beads of sweat broke out on the tip of Isaac's nose. He had seen many types of Vikings, some were murderous and bloodthirsty, some were greedy, and some just wanted to be farmers.

Land, but Ulf is completely different. The Norse language that keeps coming out of Ulf's mouth is as incredible as a magic spell.

"Pagans, these damned heretics." The knights around the king immediately crossed themselves on their chests. They felt that this was clearly blasphemy.

"Oh Valhalla, oh Valhalla."

But the rough singing of the Vikings was already floating by the lake. The Vikings put their arms around each other's shoulders and sang loudly and unscrupulously.

"Valhalla is more beautiful than the sun and more precious than gold."

"O Valhalla, where will people of brave faith dwell."

“Where is the life of eternal happiness.”

"Always enjoy all the happiness."

"Avalhalla."

"Five hundred doors, plus forty more, the grandeur of Valhalla."

"Eight hundred heroes, passing through many doors."

"Go and fight the wolf on the battlefield."

.....

Ulf led the North warriors and sang a rough and loud song together. At the same time, he opened the iron box on his back and took out an iron hammer that seemed to have melted.

"Ho~~."

"Boom~~."

"Ping~~."

Following the singing, Ulf came to the shore, aimed at a rock by the lake, and smashed it with a hammer. Suddenly, sparks shot out from the solid stone, and there was a clear and loud sound.

Like a drum beat.

"Oh oh oh oh oh."

The North warriors were immediately excited by the sound. They took a few steps to the altar set up by the bishop, grabbed the wine symbolizing the holy blood placed on it, and poured it into their mouths.

"brutal."

"Blasphemy."

Seeing this scene, the bishop was so frightened that he pointed at the Vikings tremblingly and said.

However, the next moment, they saw this group of Vikings starting to pick up weapons and fight with each other after drinking. They seemed to be close to each other just now, but now they looked like enemies who killed their father.

"What's going on?" Alfred and others looked at each other, feeling completely unable to understand the behavior of this group of Vikings.

Isaac's brows furrowed even more tightly. Even though he was immersed in studying Viking culture, he didn't understand at all what was going on?

Ulf held the war hammer and looked coldly at the North warriors fighting with each other. He understood that the desire for the Valhalla Temple, as well as the stimulation of wine and singing, reminded these North warriors of the glory of the gods.

They must use their own actions to wash away the crime of being bewitched.

"Pfft~~."

"Oh wow."

I saw several North soldiers fighting with each other, hitting each other with swords or axes, and blood spurting out from the wounds. The two of them gradually fell into the lake leaning on each other. In an instant, the lake that was still blue just now was immediately dyed.

became red.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." The bishop, who had maintained his dignity just now, didn't care about anything else at this time. He crawled up and down with the help of the soldiers and escaped from here. I'm afraid he will never dare to do anything to the Vikings again in this life.

baptism.

"Absurd." Alfred shook his head with a look of disbelief on his face. He felt that this kind of cannibalism was completely meaningless and completely beyond the scope of his understanding. Even when he was young, he went on a pilgrimage to Rome.

Never thought of such a thing.

"Ulf." At this time, Vargas and others also rushed over. They were equally surprised by the scene in front of them.

"We will bury these warriors in the Viking way, and their souls will go to Valhalla." Without raising his head, Ulf walked straight to a Norse warrior who had not slept a wink, and placed the fallen battle ax on him.
Chapter completed!