Several wolves appeared in the low bushes outside the castle, and then a long wolf howl sounded. The guards on the castle wall looked at it and didn't pay attention. After all, wolves often appear here.

There is a piece of land, but if you pay close attention, you will find that under these wolf heads are human faces.

"Oh woo~~~." The ones wearing wolf heads are Danish assault infantry. These Danes are good at camouflaging raids. They wear wolf heads on their bodies and imitate the howling of wolves to communicate with each other.

Wearing a wolf's skin and being naked, he crawled on the ground, sometimes slowly and sometimes quickly, trying to get as close to the city wall as possible while waiting for the signal from the castle.

"Ping~~." When Ulf was about to suffocate and faint because of the rotten smell of the corpse, and just when he could no longer hold on, there was suddenly a sound of knocking on the coffin boards from outside, and he heard

There was a crunching sound, the crowbar was inserted through the gap, and then the nails were pulled out one after another.

"Is he one of his own?" Ulf frowned and held the weapon hidden in the coffin. If it were not one of his own, Ulf would kill the opponent without mercy.

"Ping." The coffin was pushed to the ground, and the face of the accompanying soldier appeared above. He looked down anxiously.

"Hmm." Suddenly, Holland Jarl's body sat up, startling the accompanying soldiers, but soon Ulf jumped out of the coffin.

"Take it, let's go." Ulf said no more. He took out the weapon hidden in the coffin and handed it to the soldiers accompanying him. The church of Haarlem Castle is located inside the fortress. It is a small church.

It was only for the use of the Dutch Jarl family and courtiers, so they passed through a corridor and came to the hall.

"Ah~~." Along the way, Ulf held an ax in his left hand and a Viking iron sword in his right hand. When he saw a guard or servant blocking the way, he slashed at him unceremoniously, and blood spattered on his body. Such impatience was just

It's because his companions are in danger.

"Ping~." Looking at the closed birch tree side door in front of him, Ulf raised his foot and kicked it hard. With a loud pinging sound, he kicked the door open.

"You, why are you here?" The sudden appearance of Ulf shocked both the bishop and the duchess. They looked at the scene in front of them in disbelief.

"Vargos, follow." Ulf threw the ax in his hand to Vargos, and then the personal warrior also threw the other weapons he was holding to Luther and Sigrid.

"Aha~~." With the weapon in his hand, Vargas immediately laughed. If tigers swarmed into the flock of sheep, they rushed into the soldiers of Haarlem. These poor soldiers were just conscripts left by Jarl in the Netherlands.

, the strength is not good to begin with. If it were just to defend the city wall, there would be no problem, but suddenly faced with North warriors like Vargas, Luther, and Sigrid, they were beaten to the point of running away.

"Guard, guard." The bishop protected the duchess in panic. He raised his neck and shouted loudly.

"Hahahaha." Sigrid held a dagger in one hand and a Viking iron sword in the other. She slowly approached the bishop and the duchess.

"Quick, protect them." But some guards outside heard the sound, and they rushed in quickly, blocking the way between Sigrid, the Duchess and others.

"Ping ping~~." Sigrid's face darkened. She hated being disturbed during games, so she rushed over with a long sword and dagger in hand.

"Oh woo~~." The guard of Haarlem, who was holding a spear, swung the spear in his hand towards Sigrid. There was no way to avoid it in the narrow space, but he lost Sigrid in an instant.

Traces of Leed.

I saw Sigrid sprinting and sliding forward on her knees, her soft waist dodging the spear above her. She swung the dagger and sword in her hand, and the sharp sword cut off the guard's calf, and the calf was lost.

The guard fell to the ground, holding his legs and wailing, but soon Sigrid's dagger cut his throat, ending his pain.

"Kangkangkang~~." On the other side, Ange was holding an iron sword and fighting with several guards. Her movements were agile and deadly. After blocking a guard's sword, Ange cut off his head with her backhand.

, the headless corpse fell to the ground with a plop, like half a wooden stake.

"Woooooo~~." Seeing the silver-haired Ange easily harvesting the lives of his companions like a god of death, the other guards who were fighting were frightened and fled in a hurry, but at this time the hall seemed to be caught in a storm.

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"Odin~~." Luther grabbed a guard and used his body as a weapon to swing it. The other guards did not dare to attack with their spears, but were hit by their companions' bodies and fainted.

, and the poor captured guard's head hit the corridor pillar hard, leaving a bright flower behind.

"Dear Duchess, Dear Bishop, where do you want to go?" Just as the Bishop staggered to grab the Duchess and wanted to escape, a cold sword was placed on the Bishop's neck, and Ulf smiled.

Look at them.

"You, respected Lord Ulf." The bishop was frightened. He saw his guards in the hall being beaten to pieces like chickens and dogs, so he could only say with a smile.

"It seems we have a score to settle." Ulf smiled and grabbed the bishop's collar, shaking the fat bishop like a bell.

The flag fell on the castle gate, and the gate creaked open. The Danish raiders who had been ambushing outside howled one after another, and then quickly rushed towards the gate.

When the raiders entered the castle, it meant that Haarlem Castle fell into the hands of Ulf. A black wolf-head flag was raised, and a few North Hamar warriors from East Hamar were left to guard the longship.

Outside, most of them also entered the castle.

"Hahahaha~~~." In the lord's hall, the Norse warriors arranged the wooden tables in a mess. They ordered the servants to take out all the food and wine in the cellar and started a Nordic-style banquet.

The cross was tossed aside.

"Crack~." Some people felt that the flames in the fireplace were not strong enough, so they simply chopped the cross into pieces and threw them into the fireplace to keep warm.

"Ulf, your body is full of the stench of corpses, drink more wine!" Vargas approached Ulf, took a deep breath, and then said in disgust.

"Damn it, it would be the same if you stayed with a corpse." Ulf smiled and shrugged indifferently. He looked at the duchess sitting beside him holding his daughter.

"What are you going to do with us?" the duchess asked Ulf, hugging her young daughter.

"Please don't worry, I won't hurt women and children." Ulf reached out and touched the little girl in the duchess's arms. This little girl was probably only about five years old. She probably didn't understand yet.

Why are there suddenly so many strangers?

The duchess's pale face showed a look of helplessness. After all, she could only believe what Ulf said at this time, as long as they would not hurt herself and her daughter.

"But we can't guarantee him." Ulf pointed to the front of the hall. On a pillar supporting the domed roof, the bishop was hung upside down on it, and he made a whining sound.

"Help, I'm willing to pay a ransom, for God's sake." The bishop cried as he stood upside down for a long time, and blood rushed into his brain, making his eyes filled with bloodshot eyes.

"My disgusting tongue." Ulf said coldly. Anyone who threatens him and his companions will be punished mercilessly.

"Let me do it." Sigrid was eager to try. She pulled out her sharp dagger and walked to the front of the pillar. The duchess seemed to have a premonition of something. She hugged her daughter and covered it with her hands.

caught her eyes.

"Let's go, follow me." Ange frowned. She walked to the heir to the duchess and held her hand. The duchess looked at Ange and slowly let go of her hand.

"Go play with her!" The duchess smiled bitterly and nodded to her heir.

Ange smiled at the little girl and pulled her away from the side door and walked into the courtyard. At this moment, a scream from the bishop came from behind, and the North people in the hall burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha~." Sigrid laughed, holding a bloody tongue in her hand. She raised it high as if showing off her trophy, while the maids standing beside her turned pale with fear.

, trembling all over, and when Sigrid saw them, she couldn't help but lick her tongue. The smell of blood made her whole body feel hot and she couldn't stop.

"Now let's see who has better archery skills." Ulf picked up a bow from the side, pointed it at the bishop hanging upside down on the pillar, pulled the bowstring and fired an arrow at him.

"Whoosh~~." The arrow hit the bishop's thigh. The bishop's whole body trembled in pain, but his tongue was completely pulled out, so he could only cry out, and blood flowed from his mouth.

Mixed with saliva, it fell to the ground.

"Hahahaha." The North people all appreciated this show very much. They immediately held the wine glasses one after another, and while drinking, they aimed at the bishop and shot arrows. Soon the bishop turned into a porcupine, with his eyes

The pupils gradually became dilated and swayed slightly in mid-air.

"Aww~." The duchess covered her mouth. She didn't dare to look at this terrible scene, but Ulf walked up to her with a gloomy face, pinched her chin with his hand, and forced her to watch.
Chapter completed!