"Ping~~." There was a dull sound of chopping meat. The greasy knife on the wooden block cut off a cow's thigh bone. The bone marrow flowed out along the broken bone tube, and the red flesh was put aside.

"Crunch." Visbiar picked up a piece of meat, put it into his mouth and chewed it. Blood juice flowed down his mouth. With his gloomy face, no one dared to approach the angry count.

.

"Sir." But as the commander of the army, Hausstein had to report to the count. He reported the losses in this battle to the count, "About 11 people died, 8 were injured, and 5 were missing."

"Ping~." Visbyar threw the cow leg bone he picked up hard on the ground. The bone was thrown hard and bounced. A hound quickly stepped forward to hold it down and gnawed it.

stand up.

"Is this the army you prepared for me?" Visbijjar glared at Hausstein and scolded him.

"I'm sorry, Lord Earl, I just didn't expect that the berserker would be killed." Hausstein spread his hands, and it was indeed beyond his expectation that the berserker was killed in front of the battle, which also meant that North on the opposite side

Pirates are not simple.

"Huh." Visbyar snorted coldly. He stood up and walked towards a big tree, where several Visby warriors were tied behind their backs and hung upside down. This was imitating the eternal father Austrian.

In order to gain wisdom, Odin, the great father of the gods, hung himself upside down on the World Tree for seven days and seven nights, but mortals did not have the endurance of gods.

"Ahhhhh." But these people who were sacrificed were those who escaped from the battlefield. They had been deprived of their status as warriors and could only be sacrificed to Odin, the father of the gods, like slaves. The people who were thrown up

It let out a cry of fear, like an animal.

"Use the blood of these deserters to sacrifice to the Father of the Gods." Visbier raised his thumb, scratched his neck, and ordered Hausstein.

"Yes." Hausstein took out the dagger from his waist and strode to the people who were hung upside down. Then he only heard the sound of swiping, and the sharp knife cut their throats, and there was a terrible sound.

There was a clicking sound, which was the sound of air being expelled from the trachea, and blood flowed to the ground like a waterfall, nourishing the earth under their feet.

The other Visby soldiers watched this scene, their eyes were very complicated. It was obvious that Visbyar was telling them that the next time who escapes from the battlefield, then the person who is hung upside down in the tree will

It will be him.

"Your Majesty, we should be prepared to prevent these pirates from escaping." After Hausstein finished all this, he wiped the blood on his hands with a linen cloth and said to Visbiar.

"Do you think they will escape?" Visbijal frowned slightly and said to Hausstein.

"That's right, they have no reason to stay here." Hausstein nodded and said to Visbijar.

"Then why didn't they escape before we came? They could have escaped completely. Maybe they were waiting for reinforcements. Damn it, these guys are the advance troops of a certain count." Visbiar had a different view.

, he touched the ring on his left hand and narrowed his eyes. A group of pirates with the ability to defeat his Berserkers would definitely not be ordinary pirates. Maybe their plot was even bigger.

"But Lord Count." Hausstein opened his mouth, he wanted to say something, but Visbijal was no longer willing to listen to him.

"Let our people surround the village. I want to see who dares to attack me." Visbijal fell into his own thinking trap and immediately concluded that Suchen and others were the advance guard from the enemy count.

team, he hoped to demonstrate to the opponent by eliminating this advance team.

"I'm going to chop off these people's heads and stick them along the coastline." Visbijjar said viciously.

Under the night, the bonfires in the village were brightly lit, and the figures of the Norse warriors were faintly visible. From time to time, there was laughter. Suddenly, a horn sounded, piercing the silent night sky.

"Woooooo~~~." The dull sound of the horn made the Visby people who were resting against the big tree holding their weapons suddenly become nervous, because the sound of the horn represented the enemy's attack.

"what happened?"

"Is the enemy attacking at night?" The Visby warriors raised their spears, picked up their shields, and looked toward the village, fearing that the terrifying North warriors would rush over.

Normally, they would not be afraid of this group of North pirates, but after Su Chen killed the Berserker, all the Visby warriors were fearful from the bottom of their hearts. You must know that this Berserker has never lost, he

He even participated in a battle on the British Isles without being injured, so he was a famous warrior on the island of Vigoland.

"These Norsemen must have been blessed by Odin, or under the guidance of the scheming god Loki." Rumors were secretly spread among the Visby warriors. They could not explain why the powerful berserker suddenly fell at Su Chen's feet.

side, so I can only use my imagination.

However, the horn sounded for a while and then stopped. Just when the Visby soldiers were relaxing and preparing to go back to sleep, the horn sounded again. They hurriedly grabbed the spears and battle axes in their hands, but soon

The horn sound stopped again and again, and so on, and finally the Visby soldiers understood that this was a prank.

"The cursed pirates." The Visby warriors were extremely angry as their sleep was constantly disturbed. A fierce battle during the day had already made them exhausted, and they were tortured like this at night. They wished they could fight immediately.

"Woooooooooo~~." When the horn sounded again and again, no Visby soldiers were willing to get up to check. They gradually got used to the noisy horn sound at night.

"Damn pirates." Even Visbiar was lying in the slope-style tent, unwilling to leave on the mat covered with thick bearskin. He turned over slightly and then ignored him. Anyway, there was Haustai.

Because he brought people on alert.

Hausstein was indeed very loyal. Even though the horns were constantly sounding, he was still on alert, fearing that the North pirates would raid at night. However, until the early morning when the sky turned white, the North pirates did not attack.

A continuous and feeble sound of trumpets sounded.

"Damn it, aren't these pirates tired?" Hausstein wiped his face, muttered and cursed, and yawned widely.

"My lord, my lord." While Visbier was still snoring, he was woken up by Hausstein, and he sat up sleepily.

"What's the matter?" Visbyar patted his head and said to Hausstein.

"It's time to attack," Hauststein said to Visbijar.

"Oh, yes, that's right." Visbiar shook his head. The constant sound of the horn made his sleep quality very poor, but he still started to fight. Under the service of the slave, he put on his armor and brought

Get your own Viking iron sword.

"Gray Law~~." The black war horse was led in front of him. Visbyar stepped on the slave's shoulders and mounted the horse. The Visby warriors in the camp were also gathering, and they all looked like they were sleep deprived.

"These fox-like cunning pirates." Visbiar held the horse's reins in his hands. He understood that it must be the North pirates who deliberately kept blowing the horns so that his soldiers could not rest, but he was confused.

What I don't understand is how the pirates managed to blow their horns continuously without resting.

"Attack." In order to wash away the stain of his defeat, Haostai walked directly in front of the queue this time holding a round shield and a battle ax. He wanted to be the first to attack the village, even if it cost him his own life.

The price is not hesitant.

"Roar~~." Under the leadership of Hausstein, and stimulated by Visbiar's merciless execution of deserters last night, the soldiers of Visbiar roared and charged towards the village.

, but when they rushed over, something happened that confused them.
Chapter completed!