The Black Wolf King slowly walked through the crowd. Many places on its originally shiny fur were bald, and there were large torn wounds. At first glance, it was clear that it had been severely attacked. Looking at it, it was limping.

He walked to Ulf's feet, raised his head and took a look, then fell down on the floor with a bang.

"Black Tan." Ulf was surprised and hurried forward, gently caressing its head. He didn't understand why Black Tan, who should have returned to the wolf pack, became like this.

The Black Wolf King stuck out his tongue in a haha, his eyes full of loneliness and loneliness. He braved the wind and snow all the way to get here. The moment he saw Ulf, the last strength to support him disappeared, but

It was lying on the floor, but it still maintained the pride and unyieldingness of a king in its eyes.

"It's okay, it's just injured." Toller strode over. He reached out and touched Heitan's wound, raised his head and said to Ulf. Toller told Ulf that it looked like Heitan wanted to

When he returned to the wolf pack, the wolf pack had already given birth to a new wolf king. The two fought for the kingship, and it was obvious that Hei Tan failed.

"Take good care of it." Ulf understood that Hei Tan really regarded him as a friend, so he insisted on coming back here. However, he had nothing to do about the wolves. He only hoped that Hei Tan could stay in Torler.

Get better soon under your care.

When Toller took the black charcoal away, Ulf fell into deep thought. He remembered the prophetess's prophecy, which happened to mention a black wolf. Could it be that the prophecy meant that he would take the black charcoal with him?

Britain.

"Lord, before we set off for Britain, we should decide on a very important matter." Vargas sat on the bench, raised the wine glass in his hand and said to Ulf.

"What is it?" Ulf asked in confusion.

"Flag, a new flag of East Hamar." Vargas looked around, and then said loudly to Ulf, his rough voice echoed in the hall.

"That's right, a flag, a flag that belongs to us." Vargas' words immediately aroused a response from the people. They tapped the wooden table with the bottom of their wine glasses, and there was a sudden knocking sound.

"Yes." Ulf raised his hand and pressed down into the void to silence everyone. In fact, he had been thinking about the flag. He once wanted to choose the crow as a totem like Iron Bone Bjorn.

But I found that my reputation was not enough to use such a sacred LOG.

"How about the sea snake? Our East Hamar is close to the sea, and the sea snake Jormunga is very suitable." Ange said to everyone.

"No, let's use the red dragon! The dragon is the symbol of power." Vargas shook his head and said. He likes dragons, powerful creatures that guard treasures and are scary.

"Dragon, hum, I wouldn't choose such a selfish and stingy creature." But Ange complained. She thought it was completely selfish for the dragon to hide his huge wealth and refuse to give even a cent to others.

A symbol of self-interest, not to mention that in most Nordic myths and legends, dragons are a symbol of evil and the targets of warriors' conquests.

"Who said bad things about dragons? Sea snakes are despicable creatures. They only hide at the bottom of the sea and stir up huge waves. They are completely cowards." Vargas seemed to like dragons very much. When he heard Ange say bad things about dragons, he immediately became angry.

He started yelling at Ange, and the two quickly turned from discussing flags to personal attacks on each other.

"Ping~~." Ange finally couldn't bear the drunken Vargas. She punched Vargas in the nose and knocked Vargas to the ground. The people around him not only did not stop him, but took the initiative to knock him down.

The long table and stools were moved aside, and bets were placed on the side.

Soon, the banquet in the hall turned into a duel between Ange and Vargas. Although Ange was a woman, as a shield girl, her unarmed fighting skills were not inferior to Vargas at all, and she even defeated Vargas repeatedly.

Gus fell to the ground, and the drunken Vargas, although his steps were unsteady, continued to fight with his rough skin and flesh.

"Well." Ulf didn't care. Vikings just liked to fight with each other during banquets. If there were no fights at a banquet, it only meant that the banquet was not satisfactory. But as a lord, he held his hand on his cheek.

, while watching this melee, he was thinking about his totem.

Suddenly, he saw the black charcoal hair and blood on the ground, and he already had the pattern of the new flag in his mind. He wanted to choose the wolf head as his family totem. In the vast land of hardship and suffering in Northern Europe, there are only wolves like this group.

Animals survive by their own ruthlessness and unity, especially when Ulf saw the suitability of Heitan for the first time, his proud kingly attitude really left a deep impression on him.

The next day, when Ulf woke up, he immediately found someone with better painting skills in the territory. Coincidentally, the cook Pahena was recognized as a painting expert, so Ulf immediately found someone with better painting skills.

A piece of dried sheepskin. The sheepskin still has fur on it, but after being dried in the sun, the inside of the sheepskin has a bright white color.

"Lord." Pahena walked in while wiping her hands on her apron. Every day she was busy preparing food for Ulf and the warriors in the territory. It can be said that it was very hard.

As Ulf's caregiver, Ulf has always wanted Pahaina to do easier work, but Pahaina refused. She thought she was more suitable for work in the kitchen, so Ulf had no choice but to do so.

give up.

"Call me Ulf!" Ulf quickly waved his hand to Pahena and said to her, and then told her that he wanted to ask her to draw a totem of a black wolf.

"Wolf head pattern?" Pahena was stunned for a moment. She seemed to be meditating for a moment, and then she picked up the burnt wooden stick. She made a few strokes on the sheepskin with her dexterous hands. Soon, her head was majestic and seemed to be open.

A wolf head with sharp teeth and a big mouth appears. Its eyes are full of ferocity and greed, but it also looks cunning.

"The painting is really good. You could become an artist." Ulf looked at the sheepskin flag in front of him in surprise. He didn't expect that Pahena's hands were so dexterous. This kind of painting ability would be at the professional level even if it were passed down to future generations.

"I just draw casually." Pahena said a little embarrassed.

"No, it's already very powerful." Ulf was a little excited. Under this wolf-headed flag, the Norse warriors of East Hamar will unite to fight.

"Wait a moment." Pahena tilted her head and looked at it, seeming a little dissatisfied. She suddenly took out a red berry from her apron pocket. After squeezing the berry, the bright red liquid flowed out, and then

She dipped her right little finger into the red liquid and drew a few strokes on the wolf's mouth.

"Oh!" Ulf's eyes lit up. The red color was like a black wolf spitting out its scarlet tongue, and the whole picture became more three-dimensional and vivid.

Ulf picked up the entire sheepskin and placed it under the light of the window. The light penetrated the translucent sheepskin, the tiny capillaries, and the black wolf head on it, which was lifelike.

"Dong dong dong~~." As the drums sounded, the wolf-head flag was fixed on the inverted L-shaped wooden stand and raised high. Under the flag, the Norse warriors held round shields and war weapons.

With axes and spears in hand, they formed a tight formation. They moved forward to the sound of drums.

"Move on the shield wall." As a non-commissioned officer, Vargas shouted to the group of soldiers. The shield walls were densely packed together and slowly pressed forward.

Ulf stood in front of the lord's house and watched with his hands on his hips. Under his own flag, fifty warriors were training in battle formations. Don't underestimate this kind of formation training. The reason why the Vikings were able to defeat Ang in frontal combat was

It is precisely because of their shield wall and tribal unity that the Kingdom of Ansa's army is composed of elite noble soldiers and levies. A large number of levies are only called up by lords and kings during the slack time, so they are willing to fight.

In fact, it is not very strong and lacks coordination with the elite soldiers of the nobles.

"Hoo, ho, ho~~~." The wind and snow blew over East Hamar, and large icy snowflakes fell on the earth. One of the crystal clear hexagonal beautiful snowflakes passed through the dense forest.

and the rough sea finally fell on the long wooden roof. The dragon heads raised at both ends of the beams of the roof seemed to roar at the sky.

"So, it is our new Lord of East Hamar who raided the Smolanyar territory a while ago?" Ironbone Bjorn stood in front of the window and asked the spy leader Gudmundel behind him.

"According to our intelligence, this should be true." Gudmundel stood behind Iron Bone Bjorn. He always stood in the shadow of the house, as if he could blend into any shadow in the house.

It is ordinary, but it is an existence that no one can ignore.

"But why have I never heard Smolan Yar talk about it?" Ironbone Bjorn was curious. Although Smolan Yar was not his vassal, but an independent chiefdom, it had nothing to do with Iron Bones.

Bone Bjorn has an alliance, not to mention that East Hamar is Swedish territory. Even if it is an unseemly thing to be raided, it is always okay to complain, and Smolan Yar has a lot of people taken away, and it actually

Just so silent.

"Ahem, actually, there is a legend circulating among the territories recently." Gudmundel coughed softly, and the corners of his mouth twitched a few times. He wanted to laugh but held back, and said to Iron Bone Bjorn.

.

"What kind of legend is this?" Iron Bone Bjorn turned back in confusion, the light-colored beard braid on his chin swaying a few times in front of his chest.

"People say that a miracle of the coming of the gods occurred in the territory of Smolan Yar. The incarnation of Odin seemed to have come there in person and turned into a magical bard. He invited the warriors there to join him.

He attended the banquet and then took a group of kind and respectable people to Asgard to build the Valhalla Temple there." Gudmundl recited the legends spread around the world to Ironbone Bjorn. These legends

Most of them are absurd, but they contain valuable information. It just depends on whether the lords and kings who heard these rumors can judge and use them. It is obvious that Iron Bone Bjorn has this ability.

people.

"Absurd." Ironbone Bjorn sneered. Even a great legendary Viking warrior like him had never seen Odin appear with his own eyes. However, a coward like Smolan Yar could see it. He could only say that he saw Odin.

Ghost, but he suddenly stopped, and with his sharp mind, he quickly grasped the relevant points of the information.

"It seems that your Majesty has discovered that, yes, I think Smolanyar was not attacked at all, but was deceived. Our respectable Lord of East Hamar pretended to be a bard and Odin

The incarnation of Smolan Yar deceived Smolan Yar, and in order not to lose face, Smolan Yar fabricated lies and spread them everywhere." Gudmundel smiled and touched the beard on his lips, and said to Tie Tie

Bonebjorn said.

"Uh, ha, ha ha ha ha~~." A surprised look appeared on Iron Bone Bjorn's face, but soon he opened his mouth and burst into laughter, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

He even held his stomach and couldn't straighten up. Tears flowed from the corners of his eyes. The whole Palace of Monceau seemed to be echoing with the hearty laughter of this king.

"Hahaha, I haven't heard such a funny thing for a long time." Iron-bone Bjorn laughed for a while, then stopped. He held onto the pillar and wiped the corners of his eyes with his other hand.

"What a scheming lord, comparable to Loki." Gudmundel couldn't help but laugh. Apart from Ivar the Boneless, he had never seen a Viking with such superb deception.

"Our lord of East Hamar may really be able to help my brothers." Ironbone Bjorn gasped, he stroked his chest and said to Gudmendel.

"However, he has just sent an envoy to ask us for a group of people to help with spring plowing. Do you agree to this request?" Gudmundel nodded slightly and asked Iron Bone Bjorn.

"Give him as many people as you want, give him as many people as you want. Now I am more and more interested in this lord of East Hamar. By the way, I will add twenty warriors to him. Well, you know." Iron-bone Bjorn said to Gu

De Mendel said.

"I understand." Gudmundl agreed quickly. He understood that Ironbone Bjorn meant to mix spies among these warriors. Of course, he was not trying to harm Ulf, he just wanted to grasp the situation.

That's all, Iron Bone now wants to see how powerful Ulf is on the battlefield.

"Is there a suitable candidate?" Iron Bone Bjorn asked Gudmundel with great interest.

"There happens to be one, I believe he should be able to do the job." Gudmundel thought for a moment and said a name to Iron Bone Bjorn, but Iron Bone Bjorn frowned slightly.
Chapter completed!