The shieldmaidens rode on their winged horses, like Valkyries, and gracefully descended in front of everyone's eyes. However, the reactions of the Norsemen and Wessexians were completely opposite.

In the eyes of the Norse people, this group of returning shield maidens are the real Valkyries on the battlefield, so they cheered for Ange and others as if they were welcoming heroes.

At first, the Wessex people were just surprised that there was a group of Norse warriors who were no longer within their control, but soon the knights among them realized that these shield maidens were constantly intercepting and killing

They were escorting the guys on the grain transport team.

"Damn witches." A knight who had seen the miserable situation of the grain escort team suddenly gritted his teeth angrily, his eyes seemed to be about to spit out flames at the next moment, staring at the figures of Ange and others.

It was the killings of Anger and others that made the Wessex soldiers remain silent about their mission of delivering food.

They were not afraid of dying on the battlefield, but people who had seen the scene of the grain convoy told others after they came back that the grain convoy was killed by a group of northern witches.

These witches will continue to destroy the bodies of soldiers, and will also devour human souls and send them to Satan in hell. There are even more outrageous legends that believe that the soldiers in the food team were directly killed by the devils summoned by the witches.

dead.

The bravest Wessex soldiers would not dare to rashly make enemies of the devil, not to mention that if their souls were captured by the devil, they would suffer in hell forever.

Therefore, these rumors have caused great trouble to the senior officials of Wessex, and they can only suppress such rumors desperately. However, the more suppressed the rumors are, the more likely they are to be considered true and credible by the people below.

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Therefore, compared to the Vikings who were facing the enemy head-on, the knights of Wessex hated the shieldmaiden light cavalry led by Anger even more. They even planned to form a hunting team to capture and burn these witches.

However, I didn't expect the war to end so quickly, so I could only show my anger at this moment.

However, Ange and others did not pay attention to the gazes of this group of Wessex people. They rode up to Ulf and others, then tightened the reins of their horses and gradually stopped.

I saw Ange, who was wearing an animal skin shawl, with his hair messy, and his expression unmoving, lightly raised his right leg, jumped off the horse, and walked straight in front of Ulf.

"We have completed the mission." Ange put his left hand on his waist, pursed his lips and said to Ulf.

"I heard that your tactics scared the shit out of the Wessex people." A smile appeared on the corner of Ulf's mouth, his eyes fell on Ange, and when he saw her animal skin shawl, it was shaken by the bumps.

He looked dirty, and his eyes couldn't help showing pity, but the pity quickly subsided, as if it had never appeared before.

Because it is their long-cherished wish to rush to the battlefield as a shield maiden, but inappropriate mercy will be regarded as an insult by the shield maidens.

Ulf raised his left hand, pressed it on Ange's shoulder, and hugged Ange in his arms with a slight force. This kind of hug only appeared between North warriors who lived and died together.

As Ulf hugged him, the faint fragrance of Ange entered his nose. It was a smell of fresh goat milk mixed with the fragrance of flowers. And Ange seemed not to have expected that Ulf would do this.

After such an action, I felt a little disappointed. I just politely stretched out my right hand and patted Ulf on the back.

When Ulf let go of Ange, Ulf looked over Ange's shoulder and saw a man who looked like a Wessex soldier mixed in among the shield girls. He couldn't help but look at him curiously.

"A slave we captured." Ange turned slightly towards Roger and said to Ulf calmly.

"Prisoner?" Ulf frowned slightly and looked at Roger, whose hands were tied with a thick linen rope. It seemed that the slave was in good physical condition. Ulf would not do anything about this.

Any moral judgment, after all, the Vikings had the habit of keeping slaves.

"He understands the language of the West Franks." Ange grabbed the thick linen rope and slowly gathered the rope. Roger was forced to walk over step by step. Although he looked embarrassed, he was not mistreated.

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And Roger was also looking at Ulf in front of him. This young Viking was actually the leader of this group of shield girls. Ulf's eyes were as blue and deep as lakes. When his eyes fell on him,

At that moment, it seemed as if his soul was penetrated in an instant, and no secret seemed to be hidden.

"Oh, do you know the language of the West Frankish people?" Ulf raised his eyebrows slightly. Any time a talent knows another foreign language, he will always be valued. However, Ulf is a bit strange.

Why did the Wessex soldiers understand the West Frankish language?

You must know that at this time, although the boundaries between countries were blurred, the gap between tribes was very deep. They basically did not interact with each other until death, and they were hostile to each other and were wary of each other. Unless the nobles had some purpose, they would deliberately learn from others.

language.

"My father is a West Frankish tribesman. He was originally a fisherman and was washed up on a British island after a storm." At this time, Roger said to Ulf and others in the Norse language.

"Do you understand our language?" Ulf's eyes narrowed slightly. Unexpectedly, this humble Wessex man actually mastered three languages. Is this a treasure?

"Our village is adjacent to the Danfa area. Although the Vikings, oh, and the Dongmin will harass our village, some people will come to do business with us. It was at that time that I learned some of your language." Luo

Jie raised his tied hands and rubbed his nose. The tip of his nose was red, and together with the red beard on his chin, it looked a little funny.

"Oh." Ulf narrowed his eyes slightly, looked deeply at Roger in front of him, and suddenly reached out to Ange's waist.

"..." Ange was stunned for a moment, not understanding what Ulf was going to do, and then he saw Ulf pull out the knife from his waist.

This is a sharp and exquisite knife with a deer antler polished smooth handle. The blade is engraved with tiny flower patterns. These patterns were carefully polished by Ange with tools when he had nothing to do.

And at this time

Roger suddenly saw Ulf saying something different, so he pulled out a sharp knife and approached him step by step. This made him take a half step back out of fear, and his face turned pale, thinking that he had said something wrong.

If you say anything, you will be killed.

"Brush." ​​However, Ulf just cut Roger's rope with the knife in his hand, and the cut rope fell to the ground.

Roger looked at Ulf who turned around in confusion, and rubbed his wrists that were sore from being tied up. He didn't understand what Ulf meant.

"Follow me." Ange stepped forward and grabbed Roger's shoulders, pushing him forcefully into Ulf's team, letting Roger follow behind them.

Roger was pushed by Ange's strong arm and staggered into the middle of the Norse warriors. He was a little confused, but he took a look at the group of ferocious-looking Vikings around him and the flashlights slung around their waists.

The bright ax head made his throat slide up and down involuntarily. He swallowed hard and had no choice but to follow the crowd.

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A bifurcated road crosses in front of the Norse warriors. If they go north, they will bypass a section of the Kingdom of Wessex and return to the Danfa region.

If you go south, you will come to the English Channel, where you can return to Norway through the ocean.

"Wulf, farewell." Guzrun stood on the roadside covered with weeds. He wore an iron helmet, an exquisite chainmail suit, and a Viking long sword slung around his waist.

He said calmly to Ulf and others.

"May the gods bless you." Ulf nodded slightly, looked calmly at Guzlen and others in front of him, and said to him.

Guzlen said nothing more, mounted a brown war horse, and slowly walked into his army without looking back. This North army was like a winding giant snake.

Crawling slowly on the path.

Compared with Guzrun's army, the hundreds of Norse warriors led by Ulf were much smaller in size, and there were also Norwegians among them.

"Let's go." But Ulf didn't stay long, waved his hand and led his soldiers towards the other side.

The army that was originally together quickly separated and headed north and south.

And all this fell into the eyes of the Wessex people who were watching. One of the knights immediately turned his horse's head, whipped his horse hard with his whip, and headed towards where Alfred was.

galloping.

After running around for a while, the knight saw a wooden castle where the king temporarily lived. There were sergeants holding spears on the wooden walls there to guard, and beside the stables in the castle square, the cavalry were brushing their horses and chatting with each other.

With.

"Deng Deng Deng~~." After the knight entered the castle, he rushed into the castle fortress. His leather boots stepped on the stone ground, making a crisp sound.

The servants and nobles who passed by the fortress looked at him in great surprise, but the knight showed no intention of stopping. He walked directly through the long corridor and opened a heavy wooden door at the end.

"Your Majesty, the Viking army has divided up and left." The knight walked straight into the house and saw Alfred sitting in front of the wooden table, holding a quill and signing documents, and immediately said loudly.

"Thank God, these barbarians have finally left our territory." The fat cheek of the bishop on the side trembled, and he quickly stretched out his fingers that looked like small sausages with rings on them, and crossed himself on his chest before saying.
Chapter completed!