When the two sides were about to get close, Dutch Jarl and Ulf roared almost at the same time, forming a shield formation. Their soldiers immediately used the round shields in their hands to form an almost airtight wall. This fighting method was the North's.

The most traditional and most effective method, their shield walls collided together and made a loud sound.

"Ah~~." At first, the two sides used spears to stab each other's shield wall through the gap, but soon found that they were crowded together, so they started hacking at each other with axes, and there were screams and shouts of killing.

One after another.

"Oh." Ulf's feet slipped and he almost fell to the ground. The muddy road made the originally neat shield wall begin to become crooked. In the end, they had no choice but to give up the shield wall as a fighting method and fell into a melee.

middle.

"Steady, steady." Holland Jarre waved the iron sword in his hand. His personal soldiers were wearing chainmail and holding sharp swords to guard the left and right. The flag representing the Dutch Jarre was swaying in the wind and rain, and his men were guarding him.

The Dutch Norse warriors charged with axes raised, but soon fell into the quagmire, and their battle suddenly turned into rolling in the mud.

"Oh~~." Heitan wore iron claws and teeth and walked through the crowd. When he saw the enemy, he bit him. When the opponent howled miserably, he shook his head and dragged him to the ground.

, violently tearing apart a piece of meat.

"Abominable devils." The Dutch Norse warriors, who had never seen a wolf fighting on the battlefield, were both frightened and angry. They cursed and thought that Ulf and others were a group of devils, but in the wind and rain, this

The level of cursing was quickly lost in the noise.

"Oh oh oh~~~." What frightened Holland Jarre even more was that a berserker wearing armor and a bear-headed hat also appeared on the battlefield. He was tall and burly, swinging

The long-handled ax in his hand can shatter the shield in the hand of the Dutch Norse warrior with one blow. Anyone who sees Luther wearing a bear head in the wind and rain and smearing his eyes with black dye will shudder and instinctively

Want to retreat.

"Stop him." Holland Jarre narrowed his eyes. He wiped the rain off his face, pointed his sword in the direction of the Berserker Luther, and asked his personal guards to stop him, because he knew very well about the Berserker Luther.

The soldiers are terrifying. If Luther is allowed to kill everyone, the Franks under him will soon be defeated.

Holland Jarl's personal guards all followed him and were elite warriors who had been fighting for almost their whole lives. Only they could stop Luther who was going crazy in the wind and rain, but at this time, Holland Jarl had almost no protection around him.

"Boom~~." Thunder rang in the sky, and lightning flashed across the sky above his head like a golden snake. Dutch Jarre raised his head in the face of the wind and rain. The sound of thunder reminded him of his hometown in Northern Europe, which was poor and troubled, with earthquakes

, volcanoes and severe winds and snows were always raging there, but they still haunted him.

"Huh?" Dutch Jarre suddenly saw an old man wearing a cloak hiding under a dead tree in the rain. He squinted his eyes and wiped away the stain on his face.

It was raining, and when I opened my eyes again, I found that there was nothing under the tree.

Ulf waved the ax in his hand and chopped a Dutch Norse warrior who rushed forward to the ground. The ax hit the warrior's chest. Another Dutch Norse warrior rushed forward with a spear.

Coming over, Ulf blocked him with his buckler, and then hit him hard in the throat with the edge of the buckler, knocking him

The throat bone was shattered by the blow, and the North warrior who couldn't breathe for a moment staggered a few steps and knelt down. Just when the Dutch North warrior knelt in front of Ulf, Ulf suddenly swung the ax and smashed it.

His head was chopped off and rolled on the muddy ground with an incredibly stiff expression on his face.

Ulf didn't know how many Dutch Norse warriors he had killed. He took a breath while holding his ax and buckler. His feet were covered with mud, and his steps became heavy. Every step he took was like being hit by a pair of hands on the ground.

, as if grabbing his feet.

"Oh oh oh oh~~." Ulf raised his head, held the bloodstained axe, and roared at the sky. At this moment, he saw the figure of Dutch Jarl in the crowd.

"Hoo, ho, ho~~." Ulf knew very well that to capture the thief first, capture the king. He immediately walked towards Holland Jarre. The other enemies were no longer enough to attract his attention.

"Huh?" When Holland Jarre retracted his gaze, he happened to see Ulf walking through the crowd. He immediately held his sword and turned to the young lord.

"Hang~~." Ulf roared angrily, and rushed towards Holland Jarl. The axes and swords of the two collided fiercely, and sparks burst out in the rain.

"Wow~~." Although Holland Jarl has entered his forties, years of fighting have already invaded his bones. The sword in his hand slashed hard on Ulf's round shield.

"Hmm." The iron sword hit the round shield fiercely, making a dull pinging sound. Ulf felt the shield in his hand shake, and the palms holding the leather strap of the shield went numb. His body also felt numb due to the Dutch elegance.

He trembled slightly due to Holland's attack, but Ulf did not panic. He suddenly shook the round shield attached to his shoulder, taking away the strength of Dutch Jar's attack, and slashed diagonally from below.

an ax in an attempt to strike Dutch Jarre in the leg.

"Hmph." But Holland Jarre seemed to see through his trick, and he dodged to avoid the attack. The two of them moved while fighting, and at this time, the people fighting around them also gradually stopped, and they began to line up next to them,

Watching the battle of their leaders, even the Dutch Norse who received Catholic baptism are still full of Norse culture in their bones.

"Ping~~." Holland Jarl's sword hit the buckler in Ulf's hand, and actually chopped off half of the buckler. Seeing that only half of the buckler was left, Ulf only had to cut the broken shield.

The shield was discarded and he gasped, feeling that the air entering his lungs was burning.

"Oh oh oh oh~~." Ulf tightened his axe, and rushed towards Holland Jarl. Just as Holland Jarl dodged to avoid it, the ax hit the dead tree behind him, and his wrist was thick.

The dead tree was instantly chopped down.

"Hoo, ho, ho~~." The continuous fighting made Holland Yael feel exhausted. The two were like bulls with red eyes, staring down at each other and breathing heavily. It was clear that there was rain all around, but their mouths were dry.

It's like a desert.

"Go ahead, Ulf kill him." Vargas was carrying the blood stains on his body, which were left after he killed dozens of Dutch Norse warriors. His beard was dotted with dark red stars, and when he saw the black

During the battle between Wolf and Holland Jarl, he couldn't help roaring loudly.

"Sir, kill these bastards." Holland Jar's men were also not to be outdone. They raised their weapons and shouted at Holland Jar with their bodies covered in mud.

"Oh oh oh~~." Holland Jarre rushed forward. He knew that he had to win the battle. His wife and daughter were still waiting for his return in the castle, but he forgot that there was a muddy swamp under his feet.

His foot slipped and he almost fell. Ulf's expression darkened, and the ax struck him in the calf.

"Ah~~." Severe pain hit, and Holland Yael couldn't help but roared. He hurriedly took a few steps back, dragging his injured calf and the sword in his hand on the ground. He moved his body and looked at

Young Ulf in front of him.

"Let's end this!" Ulf straightened up. In the battle, he had to be ruthless, otherwise he might die in an instant. So he stepped forward and stepped on the sword of Dutch Jarl, pulling the iron

The sword stepped on the mud, and then he raised his foot and kicked Holland Jarre hard on the chin.

"Ping, woo~~." Dutch Jarre fell hard to the ground. The armor on his body seemed to weigh as much as a thousand pounds, but he put his hands on the ground and struggled to stand up.

Ulf kicked the sword on the ground aside, and then walked in front of Holland Jarl. At this time, Holland Jarl also knelt down and sat up. Blood was flowing from his mouth. He didn't know when he was injured. The surrounding people were surrounded by blood.

Everything seemed to have become silent.

"Huh." Ulf stepped forward, frowned, and stood in front of Holland Jarl.

"Kill me! I lose." Holland Jarre looked at Ulf in front of him. The battle had used up all his strength. It turns out that peace will consume a warrior's soul over time, and his inexhaustible energy will never be used up.

His strength was exhausted at this time, which made Holland Jarre feel very frustrated.

Ulf did not hesitate, he raised his ax and slashed at Holland Jarl, but at this moment Holland Jarl lowered his head, pulled out a sharp conical dagger from his boot, and stabbed Ulf violently.

thigh.

"Ah~." Ulf only felt a heartbreaking pain, but he did not stop the attack in his hand. The ax suddenly struck back and hit Holland Jarl's chest.

"Woo, poof~~." Holland Jarl did not expect that Ulf would endure the pain and kill him directly. He looked down at the sharp ax that hit his chest. His chest collapsed completely, and with it

The cross pendant suddenly fell down.

Blood and visceral fragments spurted out from his mouth, and he seemed to see an old man wearing a black hood standing not far away looking at him, while two crows landed on the old man's shoulders. Everything was so clear.

visible.

"O~~Ding~~." Holland Jarre sighed before he fell. The sound of beating war drums seemed to be heard in his ears, as well as the loud singing of ancient warriors driving long boats, and the faint sound.

Flying.

The downpour in the sky gradually stopped at this time, the dark clouds covering the top of their heads dissipated, and the sun shone down from the thick clouds. Everyone's body was covered with mud. They looked at each other, if not

If he had the strength, he would definitely make a lot of fun of his companions.

The Battle of the Lowland Swamps ended in victory for Ulf and others. Many Dutch Norse escaped, but more people were captured. How to deal with these prisoners became a problem.

"We should kill them all." Vargas said angrily. He believed that blood debt was still the tradition of the Norse people.

"Use them in exchange for ransom!" Ange touched the mud on her face. This girl who likes to soak in hot springs was not dissatisfied because of this, she said to Ulf.

Ulf sat on the stone, and Verside had helped him bandage the wound with herbs and linen. Fortunately, the wound was not big, but now it was somewhat difficult to move around.

"Lord, this person wants to see you." Suddenly, a North warrior came forward with a prisoner. This prisoner was wearing the chainmail of a personal guard. At a glance, he knew he was next to Dutch Jarl.

of elite warriors.

"What's the matter?" Ulf raised his head and asked him, thinking that in exchange for a ransom, he could keep his chain mail.

"Dear Lord Ulf, please allow me to join your army." The guard who accompanied him was covered in mud, but he said in a neither humble nor condescending manner.

"Join me?" Ulf was surprised. He didn't expect that the other party would actually make such a request.

"Hahaha, is he crazy? Let me chop off his head!" Vargas raised his ax and said to Ulf.

"No, have you forgotten who reminded you at night and asked you and your companions to escape from the castle?" The guard who accompanied him said quickly.

"What do you mean?" Ulf was surprised. He didn't expect that the other party would suddenly tell him this. Indeed, if someone hadn't reminded him at the time, they would probably have been attacked and killed.

The personal guards told Ulf that in fact they had long been dissatisfied with the comfortable life of Jarl in the Netherlands, but because they swore allegiance to Jarl, they could only stay in the castle, and their passion gradually dissipated, but that day Ulf

The epic story in the hall rekindled their desire for adventure.

"We hope to join your adventure team." The personal guard told Ulf. In fact, there are many people who want to join them.

"How can I trust you?" Ulf tilted his head and looked at him and said to him.

"Then, how can you be willing to believe it?" the guard asked with a wry smile.

"Well, there's only one way." Ulf smiled and patted his shoulder. With Verside's help, he stood up and limped, then pointed in the direction of the castle and said.

After the battle in the lowland swamps, the Dutch duchess in the castle became uneasy. She had a premonition that something was wrong, but she had no choice but to order people to close the city gate. But just as the sunset set on the treetops,

The people in the castle found a group of defeated soldiers approaching the castle with support.

"Stop, who is it?" the guard in the castle asked hurriedly.
Chapter completed!