"Miss Alice, I didn't expect to see you here. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Seeing that Alice avoided his bear hug with a turn, Beowulf didn't care, he quietly withdrew his open hands, turned around and touched the short golden hair on his head, and smirked a few times to hide the embarrassment just now.

"Yes, Beowulf, I didn't expect us to meet here again. ”

Alice's petite body floated above the swamp, the slightly swaying air currents causing ripples in the swamp, and she slowly moved her gaze to watch the expressions on the faces of the Scandinavian berserkers who had made the long journey here, and finally stopped at the face of the red-haired girl.

"Beowulf, you shouldn't be here, you should be in Finland at this time. ”

Retracting his gaze from the girl's face, he didn't dare to look more, turned around, faced Beowulf, and said slowly with his lips lightly.

"This is not the place you should be, and if you keep going, you will only be met with death and despair. ”

With only the current military strength of Beowulf here, if he faces the army of Attila head-on, then the Scandinavian berserkers who have no defensive advantage will be crushed by the rolling torrent, which is an inevitable result, and there will be no second possibility.

And when she first appeared, Alice felt the power of fear, and felt that these berserkers who had survived many brutal battles were afraid, and the object of fear was not difficult to find as long as you looked around, and these Scandinavian berserkers, who didn't even see Attila's face, became scared because of the legacy of a battle.

"So what's the matter, Miss Alice, there's nothing you should not come, for us Scandinavians, there is only a desire to come, as for death and despair, that kind of thing will not appear in our Scandinavian warriors at all, we are longing for battle, longing for frontal dignified fighting, longing for blood, for the sound of iron and gold with swords clashing. ”

"Moreover, if Atila is out of here, then it is only natural that we are here, we have not yet repaid them for taking care of us twice, and the Scandinavian warriors, although they will not forget the kindness of their friends, and still less the hatred of their enemies, the pain they inflicted on us, this time we will return the original thing that has not been missed on the battlefield. ”

Beowulf didn't care about Alice's tone, he got up from the swamp, patted his already stained trousers with both hands, and after making his hands black, he didn't care, and said unhurriedly, he didn't look back at the warriors who had lowered their heads because of his words, nor did he pay attention to the manic cries of the Yaats among them, and stared at Alice's eyes with wide eyes.

Alice didn't avoid Beowulf, her figure rose slightly, floating a few meters away from Beowulf, lowered her head and looked down at Beowulf, although her face was still expressionless, but the pressure on her face still made Beowulf's smile retract.

"Sigourney should have asked your opinion before the plan, that is, the original plan actually included your hard work and your approval, so now, Beowulf, do you tell me that Scandinavians like to go back on their word? are they all full of lies, always not admitting what they have said and what they have done?"

"No...... Once, when I was in Scandinavia, I did agree with Princess Barusenger's proposal, and agreed to her plan against Attila. ”

"Of course, I also know, and I know very well, if that plan is really executed, then in the future, no matter how many enemies Attila can defeat, how many forces she can destroy, how many victories she can achieve, it will be useless, without those tribes who support her, the more she will fall, the more she will win, the more she will lose, and when she does not have a soldier, not a single grain, not a single herd, that is also the time when they fail. ”

Beowulf finished his words in one breath, and he turned to face his already shaken subordinates, his strong feet deep into the swamp, obviously just a gentle breeze,

"But no, it doesn't make sense if you don't defeat her in person, if you don't defeat her on the battlefield and defeat them, then there is no point at all, the shame she inflicted on us Scandinavians, the hatred that killed her companions and trampled on our dignity, must be washed away with the blood of the enemy. ”

"I know, you're scared. ”

"Beowulf, what are you talking about?"

"What are you talking about, do you want to do it again?"

No sooner had Beowulf uttered the first sentence than the berserkers began to agitate, retorting and arguing with red faces.

"I know you're just scared. ”

And it's not just fear, it's fear, it's resentment. ”

Beowulf raised his index finger against his heart, and the sharp paper armor sank deep into his skin, spilling a trace of bright red blood.

"I'm afraid, I'm afraid, I'm resentful. ”

"But ......"

As Beowulf's voice grew louder and louder, everyone fell silent, and Skaha withdrew his gaze from the girl's face to Beowulf's, and Alice lowered her body from mid-air to a place where she could look at Beowulf at eye level.

"That's not the reason, we're here, maybe because of the honor. ”

"Maybe it's because of hatred. ”

"Maybe it's just trusting me, trusting that I can bring victory to everyone, and can bring everyone home with success. ”

"But...... In fact, we only need to remember one thing, we are Scandinavians, we believe in the god Odin, and we are the ones who fight against ice and snow. ”

"There is no need to be afraid of death, because it is not the end, but the beginning. ”

"Valkyrie's figure will fly over our heads, and the peerless Valkyries will bring the souls of the brave to Asgard, where the gods dwell, where there will be endless delicacies, endless wines, endless rampant battles, and beautiful Valkyrie will be committed to marrying the most loyal warriors. ”

“！”

The atmosphere of fanaticism began to appear in those berserkers, and their minds were carefully thinking about Beowulf's words, and no one doubted that the words might be a lie, because as Scandinavians, as believers in the god Odin, they all knew that if they died on the battlefield as warriors, Beowulf's words were definitely not illusory dreams.

Because...... Their ancestors, perhaps their fathers, or their grandfathers, as long as they proved their identity as warriors, then whether they died on the battlefield or died of illness on the bed, their souls after death were taken over by Valkyrie, escaped from the reincarnation of the river of souls, and lived a life that everyone envied and longed for.

“…… Looks like there's no need to say anything superfluous, Beowulf. ”

At this moment, Alice suddenly opened her mouth, destroying the heated atmosphere, and she twisted her head and looked in the direction of the west.

"It's time for me to take my leave, and now that you've made up your mind and solved the problem, there's no need for me to stay here. ”

"I wish you, I wish you all the best of luck. ”

The gaze lingered on Skaha's face for a few seconds, and Alice drifted backwards, crashing into the space-time portal that appeared at an unknown point.

"Really, what is she here for? ”

Beowulf stretched out his hand, but finally drooped limply, shook his head with a smile, and turned his head to look at the swamp where there was no edge in sight.

"Martial arts is prosperous? It's a good word, but it doesn't seem to be our word. ”