Quite different from what Attila and the other two knights had predicted, and a little different from the guesses of Alice and Semiramis, the Scandinavian coalition had indeed abandoned the spirit of fighting with dignity that they had insisted on, and those who only fought the enemy on the frontal battlefield. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The northerners, who believed in Odin, were divided into two parts, one of which remained on the coastline of Scandinavia, constantly digging stones from the mountains, cutting timber from the forests, and using all human and material resources to build a castle, while the other part crossed the strait and landed in Finland by warship.

These Scandinavian armies, which are the main ones built are the Yaats, the Barusenge, and the other Goths and dwarves and the like, can only be subordinate to the above two as subordinates, the leader of the Yaats is Beowulf, and the leader of the Barusenge is their prince Sigmund and Princess Signy, who are responsible for building the building, Sigourney and Sigmund are responsible for building the building, and Beowulf leads the most elite berserkers to Finland, where they will find a little trouble for Atila who has gone north…… At least make the already chaotic situation even more confusing.

In front of these berserkers, whether they are jackals or centaurs, whether they are warriors or the old and sick, no matter how frightened and angry they are in the face of the attacks of the invaders, under the attack of these most elite warriors in Scandinavia, they can only helplessly fall into death, they are often just a face and have not had time to make any reaction, they are cut into meat sauce by the countless throwing axes, unable to dodge or defend, in the face of these attacks that can defeat several times more than ten times the enemy on the battlefield, these tribes that have been drawn by Atera with a large number of almost all the young warriors have no good way to deal with it...... they can only try to scatter and escape, and then in the wailing and begging for mercy by the berserker who is chasing from behind, an axe in half, occasionally some strong tribes still hide old shamans, but these are just dying struggles, Beowulf can defeat them all with random shots, and this is the battle of this era, there is no absolute superiority in numbers, there is no containment of similar strength, as long as one side has an advantage, then it can easily become a massacre, the slaughter of the demoralized side against the demoralized side。

His army is full of old and sick people, the enemy is the strongest warriors in Scandinavia, the strongest in his army are some old shamans who are close to legends, and the leader on the opposite side is the strongest Beowulf in the whole Scandinavia, which makes them not despair, how not afraid, how not to run away, how dare to resist.

"How many tribes have we defeated?"

Beowulf sat on a stool, and under his ass was a wolf skin that was still dripping with blood, it was obvious that this was a fresh wolf skin that had just been peeled from a werewolf or a giant wolf, but there was no trace of blood on the clothes on his body, and I don't know if it was because the enemy was too weak to even stain Beowulf with blood just after changing or fighting.

His famous sword was set aside by him, his feet stacked on top of each other, and in front of him was a roaring bonfire, around which there were skewers of food interspersed with a row of spears and swords in a circle, and the smell of barbecued meat and the smell of blood was thick in the air.

Beowulf, who was sitting at the top, was still holding a lamb's hind leg in his hand, and asked his subordinates in front of him, who were also enjoying the spoils of war, while nibbling on them with relish.

"Beowulf, this is the 5th tribe. ”

Beowulf's men were not as clean and tidy as he was, their clothes and armor were more or less stained with blood, and some of them still had obvious signs of being cut and pierced by weapons, and now they were also gathered around the campfire, humming loudly the ballads that had been spread on the northern continent, and the wooden wine cups were not barley and rye wine from the goblin merchants, but the mare's milk made from the mare's milk by the former owner of the place, although it was not very to the taste of these berserkers, but the strong men with thick branches were in this foreign land, especially after the battle just now, and didn't bother with anything too complicated.

After all, it is already a very lucky thing to be able to survive, and the carnival and banquet are the next things to consider.

Hearing Beowulf's voice, the sound of the berserkers playing and drinking paused slightly, and then continued to fall into a frenzied atmosphere, only one warrior, that was a Scandinavian with the same strong body, golden hair and blue pupils the color of the sea, but it was a little different from the dress of the berserkers around him, he was dressed more like a mage scholar than a warrior, his golden hair was meticulously groomed, woven into a twist flower rippling in the back of his head, he walked out of the crowd around the campfire carnival, and came to the front of Beowulf, bowed and whispered.

He is a berserker, his name is Wiglaf, a relative of Beowulf, and the most powerful person among the Yeats besides Beowulf, he is also very powerful, and he only needs to condense his divinity at the last step to become a legend, and more importantly, he is just like Sigourney to Siegmund, this warrior called Wiglaf is also Beowulf's brain, and has come up with many ideas for Beowulf.

"Beowulf, it's been two weeks since we landed on the Finnish coast, and we've destroyed two tribes of gnolls, two tribes of werewolves, and one tribe of centaurs. ”

The movement speed of the jackals and werewolves is not very fast, as long as they meet in this open grassland, they can't escape, and they are killed by these human berserkers, but the centaurs are different, the berserkers can only defeat them, and they can't completely destroy them at all, and if there is no Beowulf to make a move, these berserkers may suffer a lot of losses in those centaurs.

"It's strange, isn't Finland the territory of the orcs, how can there be jackals and centaurs?"

Beowulf rubbed his chin against his beard, looking puzzled.

The intelligence and information of these Yaats are not as good as Alice's, and the things they have obtained are not as complete as Alice's, they only know the news that the army assembled by Atila went to Karelia and Somi to try to solve the frost giants once and for all, and they don't know that the orc troops have been treated as traitors by their masters, and the old and weak and sick who have lost their warriors can only flee in all directions, except for a small part that has really escaped, most of the rest have either become slaves of other tribes on the steppe or have been killed by jackals and vultures, and turned into dung everywhere on the steppe。

"Did the orcs already know that we were coming, and began to assemble to wipe us out?"

When he said the last four words, Beowulf couldn't help but laugh, as the first warrior of Scandinavia, of course, he also has the pride and pride of the first warrior, in his eyes, not to mention that these orcs are united now, even in the face of the attack of the two legends of the orc chief and the orc shaman, he will not have any timidity.

"Well, whatever the orcs are gone, and whatever the gnolls, werewolves, and centaurs are here, all I want to know now is, Wiglaf, whether we continue to hunt those tribes here in Finland, or continue to move north to Karelia and Somi in the north to make trouble for that woman. ”

Beowulf had lost interest in the steppe, where a large number of young people had been retracted, and he was disgusted by the slaughter of the weak, weak, and sick who had little or no resistance, even if he knew in his own heart that not killing a single creature here, whether it was a man or a woman, or even a newborn baby, would reduce the burden on Scandinavian humans a lot.

After all, the reduction of the population can effectively weaken the power of Attila, every time you kill a child, you can face one less warrior on the battlefield in the future, and every time you kill a female, then you can strangle the population that may be born in the future, and now they have successfully destroyed four tribes and defeated a centaur tribe, which adds up to less than a thousand people, but the impact is absolutely far-reaching...... As long as this behavior continues, and the butcher's knife continues to be extended to those who are old, weak, sick and disabled, then the population gap will further widen, and only male gnolls, werewolves, and centaurs will not be able to pose a threat to Scandinavia for a long time to come.

And without a large population, without the help of jackals and centaurs, and Attila who solved the orcs with his own hands, only the mammoth and the white bear people were left with the cards in his hand, and with their scarce number, they could not complete Attila's plan to conquer Scandinavia, even if it was a high-end combat power, the Attila army still had the advantage, but if it was actually a real battle, maybe Attila would encounter a third defeat.

For Beowulf's thoughts, Wiglaf could only smile bitterly, he didn't understand the other party's thoughts, after all, this relative of his was the first warrior in the north, and he was also a great hero who repelled Attila's attack.

And the so-called brave and the so-called heroes, most of them are completely emotional creatures, rarely accounting for the so-called interests, rarely thinking about whether it is cost-effective to do something, whether it should be or not, they have these two choices in their minds, and this is why so many heroes and heroes are discredited because of the slander of villains.

"Beowulf, you know ......"

Although Wiglaf knew that verbal persuasion was unlikely at this time, he still hoped that Beowulf would change his mind...... Although he is the so-called number two person, but he is only the number two person, the leader of this team is Beowulf, even if he himself will only obey Beowulf who has made up his mind, instead of choosing confrontation, so he will make the last persuasion before the other party makes up his mind.

"Of course I do, dear Wiglaf. ”

Beowulf got up from his chair and came to Wiglaf, looking very affectionate, he casually threw away the leg of mutton that had been eaten clean, and slapped the fat palm on Wiglaf's shoulder, and then put his arm around Wiglaf to the side of the campfire, took the wooden cup with mare's milk wine handed by the bystander, and poured the milky liquid into Wiglaf's mouth.

"Of course I know what you're thinking. ”

According to the strategy discussed with Sigourney and Siegmund, Beowulf needed to stay in the Finnish steppes for at least half a year, annihilate the Finnish tribes, and then rely on the rebels in Karelia to attack Atila at the same time, leaving her in a situation of inconsistency.

Ignoring the choking and coughing violently, Beowulf's hands were spread out, and a series of laughs rang out from his mouth, the laughter reverberated through the room, muffling out all the sounds, and drawing the eyes of the berserkers to himself.

"Brothers, we're Scandinavian berserkers!"

"Berserker!"

Waves of cheers erupted from the crowd, accompanied by the sound of wine glasses clashing, and the berserkers spat foul language, without the slightest hint of modesty or gentleness.

"Our enemies are not these weak puppies, not those four hooves who can only escape, and not even those greenskins who don't even have the guts to show their faces!"

"Who's that, Beowulf!"

As soon as Beowulf's voice fell, the berserkers who had fallen into a frenzy and had been intoxicated by mare's milk wine couldn't wait to ask, their whole bodies had turned pink, and they had been completely aroused by Beowulf's blood, and they couldn't wait for the enemy to be cut into pulp by their weapons in front of them.

"We're going to Karelia to the north to kick that stinky bitch in the ass!"

"To the north?"

"Northside?"

Listening to Beowulf's words, accompanied by the sound of Wiglaf's coughing, the room suddenly stopped, and fell silent, but the silence only lasted for a few seconds, and then the cheers were even louder than before, and the loud sound that could set off the roof began to echo in the hall.

"To the North!"

"Karelia!"

"Attila!"