On the small road in the rugged area, Yinsak still rode his pony, escorted by several royal cavalry, and headed towards the Bishop of Christchurch. Along the way, they saw the people who were attacked by the Vikings.

There are clues, and it is obvious that the army led by Ulf is indeed raiding the Diocese of Christchurch.

"It shouldn't be!" Yin Sak saw a diesel truck that had fallen on the side of the road. The overturned truck was lying quietly with a small bag of grain on it. It was obvious that the owner of the diesel truck at that time was

Went in a hurry.

"Damn Vikings, they are plundering our land everywhere like locusts." A cavalryman wearing an iron helmet with a nose guard who followed Yinsak said angrily as he looked around at the mess around him.

"Remember my words, never conflict with the Vikings before you are completely sure." Yinsak raised his head and glanced at the cavalryman who was guarding him, worried that he would mess up the matter. After all, his own

The task is to figure out what Ulf is up to, not to anger him.

"Yes, Lord Yinsak." The cavalryman nodded helplessly, but he was quite unconvinced in his heart. Alfred's victory made the people of Wessex generally believe that the Vikings were actually not that terrible.

.

"Let's continue the punishment." At this time, Yinsak kicked the pony on his crotch and continued to move towards the diocese of Christchurch.

At this time, in the Diocese of Christchurch.

The felled trees were piled up in piles. The skilled Norseman used the ax in his hand to chop the wood into usable materials, while the exhausted Ansa people kept working.

"Oh." At this time, an Ansa soldier shook his body and fell to the ground.

"Damn lazy boy." Vargas frowned when he saw it, stepped forward and kicked the soldier hard with his feet.

The captured Wessex soldier screamed and his whole body rolled on the ground, but the more he did this, the more angry Vargas became. He thought that the other party was deliberately delaying time.

"It seems that you are of no use anymore." Vargas took off the ax from his waist, wiped the corners of his mouth with his hand, looked at the weak and panting Wessex soldier on the ground, and then squatted down.

Aiming the ax at the soldier's neck artery.

At this time, the people around were shocked by Vargas's actions. Although the captives had long heard about the cruelty of the Vikings, Ulf and others had always been friendly.

"Stop." Suddenly, Ulf stopped Vargas. He frowned and walked forward and said to Vargas.

"Ulf, for such a useless prisoner, we might as well sacrifice it to the gods." Vargas smacked his lips, seeming to regret that he could not kill the soldier in front of him.

"We need every laborer, let them take a rest, and ask the women to give them water and food." Ulf actually did not stop to rest. He had a sharp ax in his hand and was cutting a whole piece of axe.

Fir trees are felled into logs.

Ulf was not wearing any armor. In fact, except for some vigilant North soldiers, workers would not wear bulky armor, which would not only consume physical strength, but also make it very uncomfortable.

"How is the keel?" Vargas released his grip on the prisoner's hair, stood up, walked to Ulf's side, and asked him.

"Luthor is already doing it, it should be done soon." Ulf nodded slightly, raised the ax in his hand, pointed in a direction and said to Vargas.

"Then there should be a sacrifice tonight, according to Viking tradition." Vargas grinned and scratched his scalp with the ax in his hand.

"Of course." Ulf glanced around. Because of the intensive and arduous work, everyone was highly nervous. If the tension continued, it might cause the prisoners to escape. A sacrifice was in line with tradition.

"Great, I want to host it myself. By the way, don't forget the sacrifices." Vargas seemed very happy. He was always very enthusiastic about the sacrifices of the gods.

Ulf nodded silently, and then looked at the intersection of the parish, where there was a sound of horse hoofbeats. This sound made everyone nervous. The vigilant North warriors quickly held the round shields in their hands and spears.

Hold it tight.

"Woo~~."

The sound of horns sounded, indicating that someone was approaching the parish. The captives couldn't help but stop what they were doing. They looked in the direction of the sound, but soon the Norse whips and sticks fell on them.

On the body.

But Ulf saw that a flag representing the Kingdom of Wessex appeared in his sight. It was obvious that it was a Wessex cavalry.

"Tsk." Ulf breathed lightly, held the ax tightly in his hand, and walked slowly towards the outside of the parish.

Outside the diocese of Christchurch, Yinsak and others watched in surprise. The originally peaceful and undefended parish had Juma placed at the intersection and outside. Viking warriors hid behind the Juma.

They were shouting to each other in crude and blasphemous northern languages.

"God forgive these damn infidels." The cavalryman protecting Yinsak couldn't help but cross himself with his hands, and he said angrily.

"Shut up, you represent His Majesty the King here, remember we are here to negotiate." Yinsak frowned and said to the cavalry, he always felt that this kid would do bad things.

Suddenly, a heavy barrier was opened.

Yinsak immediately squinted his eyes and saw Ulf leading a group of Viking warriors holding round shields and slowly walking out. Ulf only had a coarse linen shirt and trousers on him.

He didn't seem to be wearing any armor, and the ax he held in his hand didn't look like a Viking ready for battle, but rather like a craftsman building the trees behind the yard.

"So it's you." When Ulf's eyes fell on Yinsak under the flag, he blurted out involuntarily.

"Dear Chief Ulf, we meet again." Yinsak smiled slightly and said to Ulf kindly.

"What are you doing here?" Ulf glanced at the cavalry led by Yinsak, and then looked around to determine whether there were any ambushes around. After confirming that there were no enemies, they said to Yinsak.

"We heard that Chief Ulf led a raid on the Diocese of Christchurch, so His Majesty, the wise king, sent me as an envoy to ask if it was Chief Gutzlen's intention and whether our agreement is still valid?

Yinsak said calmly to Ulf.

"This is my personal action and has nothing to do with Guzlen." Ulf raised his chin slightly and replied to Yinsak.

"Then I'm relieved. Is the Bishop still there?" Yin Sak felt relieved after hearing this. As long as it was not a large-scale Viking raid, it would not have any effect on destroying the peace agreement, but

He still said to Ulf.
Chapter completed!