Luther suddenly caught off guard. Fortunately, Ulf reacted quickly and dodged, but Luther did not stop. Instead, he rushed to the tree wall opposite, raised his fist and smashed the wall wildly, just like

It's like facing the most fierce enemy.

"Ping, ping, ping~~~." The tree walls in front of Luther became shattered, fresh wood chips splashed, and dust rose in the holes.

"What's wrong with him?" Ulf couldn't help asking the prophet.

"Roar oh oh oh ~~." Luther's roar echoed in the tree hole, and the prophet was not in a hurry to answer Ulf's question. She walked forward and stretched out her hand and put it on Luther.

on the shoulders.

"Woo~!" When the prophet's hand touched her, Luther's whole body was tense and his muscles bulged, and his body seemed to have grown apart, but the prophet quickly sang in a gentle voice.

When he got up, the sound seemed magical, which quickly made Luther relax.

"Hmph~~." Gradually, Luther gradually bent down, and the prophet hugged his neck in his arms as if he was holding a baby, and hummed softly.

"Hu, Hu, have I lost control again?" Luther opened his eyes slightly and opened his mouth and asked the prophet.

"Yes, you still can't forget." The prophet let go of his hand, and Luther stood up, holding his head with his hand.

"It's a nightmare, I dreamed again." Luther said to the Prophet.

"Maybe evasion is not a good way. This is Ulf, the new lord of East Hamar. He is about to go to Britain for adventure. Are you willing to follow him?" The prophet pointed at Ulf and said to Luther.

"The female prophet, can't we say it?" Ulf has figured it out. The so-called taboo word is Britain, but the female prophet said it at this time. Are you not afraid that Luther will go wild again?

"Don't worry, it doesn't matter in normal times." The prophet told Ulf that Luther would intermittently appear in this state of wandering, and at this time, he would never say taboo words like Britain in front of him.

"So that's it." Ulf nodded slightly. It seemed that the Danish named Luther had suffered some mental stimulation, and it was just when the intermittent mental illness broke out.

This made him hesitate a little. Did he really take such a mentally ill person to embark on the expedition? But he thought, nine and a half of the Berserkers were crazy anyway, and half of them were addicts, as long as they could be more critical

Always work, just be crazy!

"Britain, are you really going to Britain?" Unexpectedly, when Luther heard the news, he became particularly excited. He stepped forward and held Ulf's shoulder with his own hand, shaking it desperately.

"Yes, yes, we were ordered to go to Britain after the beginning of spring." Ulf quickly said to Luther before he could even shake himself apart.

"Bring me." Luther said to Ulf in a voice without questioning.

"I got it." Ulf was not angry either. He reached out and patted Luther's wide shoulder and said.

When they left the Holy Land, Berserker Luther obtained a bear-head hat cape from the Prophet, and a sharp double-edged long-handled axe, and even Ulf obtained a herbal bag.

"There are some herbs here. When soaking them in water sacs, they will drink them, so that they will not feel pain for a short time, but remember, you must not drink too much, and it

It was not to heal the wound. "The Prophet pointed to the bag and said to Ulf.

"Thank you, Prophet, I will use it with caution, but I have a request." Ulf knew that the bag was definitely a herb that could paralyze the nerves, and this one was more a mild poison than a herb.

"What's the matter?" The prophet didn't expect that Ulf had something to do, so he frowned, but what Ulf said surprised her.

"When I come back from Britain, I want to learn Neru's words." Ulf said to the Prophet. After saying that, he turned around and left with Viside and Luther without waiting for her to answer.

"Niruwen?" The prophet looked at Ulf's back in surprise. No lord would ever make such a request. You should know that most of the Nordic inheritance relies on word of mouth poetry, and Niruwen is just there.

The Viking warriors would rather shed their blood on the battlefield than touch these strange and mysterious things.

After returning to East Hamar, Ulf was not idle. He took the berserker Luthor directly to the blacksmith shop. The blacksmiths looked at the 1.8-meter-old berserker and didn't understand what Ulf wanted to do.

?

"Equipment, start making armor according to his proportions." Ulf pointed to the red-haired Luther standing beside him and ordered the blacksmiths.

"Lord, this requires a lot of leather." The blacksmiths scratched their heads and said to Ulf.

"No, use iron, a whole piece of iron to make the breastplate." Ulf shook his head. He hoped that the Berserker would become a meat tank, so he had to equip him with armor that could rush to the formation.

Ulf asked the blacksmiths to make traditional Nordic chain mail and leather armor, but iron plate breastplates similar to ancient Greek styles. The advantage of this breastplates is that they do not weigh the weight like chain mail.

It is placed on the shoulders, but is evenly distributed on the body through the entire piece of tapping, allowing Luther to fight more flexibly.

In addition to asking the blacksmiths to build armor for Luther, Ulf also ordered the blacksmiths to build flying axes. This relatively thin axe only requires a short wooden handle. When it encounters an enemy, the command arm strength is strong.

The warriors should throw them first, which is more powerful than javelins and bows, making them easy to throw and recycle.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding~~." During the long winter, Donghamar was like a large construction site. Blacksmiths kept hitting the iron felt with iron hammers, and the forged flames and smoke were hovering over the sky.

"Roar~~." Waggs led the selected warriors to step up training in the open space in front of the lord's long house. These warriors must be strong free people, of course not limited to men, but also shield girls joined.

"Flying Axe~~." Ulf stood among a row of axe throwers, watching them aim at the target in front of them. When a command was given, the flying axe flew out of the hands of the axe throwers and hit them.

Thick wooden target.

"Not bad." Ulf was very satisfied. These flying axes had the best armor-breaking ability and were most effective against heavy cavalry and heavy armor-breaking soldiers in Britain. In addition, Ulf also ordered the blacksmiths to make new weapons.

"What is this?" When Ulf drew something like a crossbow, the craftsmen in Donghamar were completely confused. They were good at making longbows, but this was the first time they saw something like a crossbow.

"Actually, you can imagine that you are putting the bow horizontally and using the excitation board here to start." Ulf spoke in detail to the craftsmen in East Hamar. He picked up a bow horizontally and explained to the craftsmen.

"So that's how it is." The Vikings were all a group of skilled craftsmen, otherwise they would not be able to survive in this harsh Nordic environment. Under Ulf's repeated guidance, they gradually figured out the principle, and the next thing they needed was

The craftsmen thought and debugged themselves, after all, Ulf was just a liberal arts student before traveling through time.

The busy preparations made everyone feel that the long winter seemed to be less boring. Every day, Ulf would open the lord's hall so that the hard-working people could relieve the fatigue of the day in the banquet.

"I heard that after the boneless man captured the land of Britain, he did not stop and started a new adventure. I really hope to see what the new world looks like?" The North warriors drinking ale began to turn themselves into pieces.

The various stories heard in my mind were told to my companions under the influence of alcohol, while Ulf sat on the throne of the lord and drank without saying a word. He knew that according to the latest information,

The Bone Man is dead, and White Shirt Hafdan controls the land in northern Britain.

Messia and Wessex are joining forces again to fight against the invasion of White Shirt Hafdan. A bloody battle is about to begin on the British islands, and they are a group of people involved, as for being beaten by a storm.

Going to the bottom of the sea, it still becomes the trendsetter of the times, which requires the ability of the helmmaker Ulf.

"Ticticaca~." Just as everyone was drinking ale and eating hearty food in the closed lord's hall, and the flames in the fireplace and crucible warmed their bodies and minds, the closed heavy door rang out for a while.

A strange sound of click.

"Who?" Hyde opened the door curiously, and a black figure came in through the crack of the door. The scarlet tongue emitted was hot, and dripping blood fell on the floor.
Chapter completed!