There are many people who always like to use their subjective consciousness as the basis for judgment, they always think that it should be like this, it should be like this, if it is okay to guess wrong at the beginning, but if that person has strong strength and always guesses correctly, then all this will turn into a disaster. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Now [that person] refers specifically to Miss Alice Norregi

She judged Balusinger's actions purely according to her subjective judgment, and subjectively thought that those guys with muscles in their brains would not move forward in the blizzard world as she expected, just because she ignored the word "should" in the mouth of the white bear shaman.

One important thing she'd overlooked all along, and that was that these bastards with muscles in their brains weren't averse to the use of magic, not to mention the large number of spellcasters in the city of Barusenga, the druids who loved to live in the forest.

Now that Sigourney had left Barusenge for the Goths, the druids had essentially lost their leader, so Barusenga, the king who ruled their realm, had naturally gained the right to ask them to work.

Under the influence of the magic of the leader of the druids, a legendary great druid, it only took a day for Barusenge and the others to come from Barusenge to Goth, and they set off from the river in boats, completely ignoring the warning letters that Sigourney had let her followers bring back, and arrived at their destination by boat, without the slightest precaution and without any army.

They were greeted by the cheers of the whole city, and when they set foot on the land, countless Gothic citizens crowded the shore, vying to see the faces of Barushinger and his children, and if it weren't for Siegel arranging his guards, a group of powerful berserkers lined up in two rows to stop the crazy people, then Barushinger and the others would have been overwhelmed by the sea of people.

In the middle of the two rows of berserkers, there was a long red blanket spread on the floor, silky and smooth, shining with a faint light, which was a vision that only objects made of the fur of Warcraft appeared, and at the end of the blanket, the Gothic king and queen standing together, dressed in costume, greeted with a smile, one with enthusiasm, and the other could not hide the sorrow behind the smile.

"Oh, my dear father-in-law, the great King of Barusenga, a warrior blessed by the trees, welcome to the kingdom of Goth, to the homeland of warriors. ”

Letting go of Sigoarney's small hand, Siegel walked in front of Barusenge with a sun-like smile on his face that could melt all the ice, opened his hands and hugged the other party's strong body like a white bear, and slapped his shoulder hard, and the not thick palm slapped on the broad shoulder, making a cumping sound...... This is a unique Scandinavian etiquette that represents mutual friendship and respect.

Seeing such a scene, those goths, the goths who were waving their hands vigorously on both sides, let out a louder and louder cheer, it was obvious that at this moment, the goths, who had been hostile to Barusenge for many years, really let go of their hatred for each other, because of the union of Sigourney and Siegel, they had obtained a hard-won peace...... At least that's how the will of the Gothic populace looks.

"Oh...... And our Royal Highness the Prince, I haven't seen you for a few days, it seems that you are even stronger. ”

Siegel, who let go of Ballusinger, turned his head to look at Ballusinger's children, with an exaggerated smile on his face, the corners of his mouth were about to reach the root of his ears, and he hugged their bodies one by one, and slapped them on the shoulders like Ballusenger, until Siegel let go of the last Zygmund, and this simple welcome party simply ended.

After visiting the entire Gothic capital with a few guests, Siegel led the group to his royal palace, where he had prepared a dinner party to entertain the guests from afar...... Countless candles made of whale oil dotted the halls of the palace, like stars and shining brightly, and the delicious food cooked by the halfling was neatly arranged on the table waiting for the guests to eat.

It was also Barushinger's previous behavior of using dragons as food to entertain guests that stimulated Siegel, and this time he was also not to be outdone by taking out the precious food collected by the Gothic Kingdom...... In addition, he also spent a lot of money to ask the legendary powerhouses living in Goths to hunt a young white dragon dragon beast in the snow field as the main meal of the banquet.

Dragons without intelligence cannot be called dragons, so they will not be hostile to other dragons whether they are killed or hunted, and this is why those legendary powerhouses dare to accept this task.

In addition, for the sake of this feast, he specially invited several bards from the southern Olympus region through the goblins, and now they are holding instruments unique to the south, playing music that no one can understand and enjoy.

A whole dozen tall wooden tables were placed on the floor of the hall, and only in the Gothic can you see these furniture made of wood more than a thousand years old, because of the precipitation of time, most of the trees that are more than a thousand years old already have wisdom, and they either choose to become a dryad, or condense the spirit to become a dryad.

And obviously, the gothic arrogance of the Goths would not be able to obtain the materials for the wooden tables, and this would inevitably lead to conflicts with the creatures of the forest, especially with the druids who claimed to be protectors of nature.

This is one of the reasons why Barushinger has a grudge against the Goths, not only because of simple factors such as territory, economy, politics, etc., but also because of the resentment caused by the disagreement, the druids who live in Barushenger want to wipe this evil city off the map with a fire every day, and the Goths are eager to use axes to split these crooked creatures in half.

Siegel placed Barusenger at the largest wooden table, larger than the one he and Sigoarney used, as a sign of respect for Barusenger, and he also deliberately arranged for two young and beautiful goth maids to wait on the side, not caring about Sigoay's thoughts, because this is a common thing in the whole north and the whole world.

Everyone was already seated, and in the sound of music that was incompatible with the entire rough hall, the banquet officially began, because this was only a banquet to catch the wind, and it was a small banquet of a private family nature, so Siegel did not invite the sacrifices of the gods to hold the routine sacrifices, so he also did not ask Odin to ask for Odin's blessing before the banquet was held, and thank Odin for his gifts.

There are no blessings, no sacrifices, and in the current main plane, the gods will not pay attention to this banquet, of course, for this little detail, Barusenge and his party will not care.

The craftsmanship of the halflings was second to none in the entire main plane, and under their cuisine, the food made from these meats amazed Barushinger and his children, and the drinks from the Southern Black Forest were so satisfying to these rude warriors that in a matter of moments, they began to take off their armor and clothes, revealing their strong bodies.

Under the influence of alcohol, their skin began to turn pink, their hearts beat violently to drive the rapid flow of blood, the sweat that had just flowed from the pores turned into a white mist and steamed upward, and the barrels under their feet were already full of ground, these alcoholic fellows were no longer satisfied with just drinking with wine glasses, they took the wide barrels from the maid's hands, smashed the lid with a punch, and just bought their heads directly into the wine.

The sound of hearty laughter echoed in the air, and Barusenger and his children were very satisfied with Siegel's reception, whether it was the setting, the delicious food, the beautiful maids, or the restless music, they were very satisfied, especially the wine that had been exchanged from the goblins, these things called liquid gold, which made everyone intoxicated, even Zigmund untied the long sword that he had kept at his waist and opened it to the side of the table。

Seeing such a scene, a faint smile flashed in the eyes of Siegel, who had only drunk a little wine, and then quickly lowered his head and blocked his gaze with a wine glass, but all this was seen in the eyes of Sigourney next to him.

But...... At this moment, the Goth queen could not say a word, her body had been magically controlled by the shamans ordered by Siegel, and she could not speak any words except smile and nod, nor could she use any way to remind her father and brother that something was wrong at this moment.

Invisible to the naked eye, countless silk threads linked her body, controlling every muscle and bone in her body, controlling the speed of blood flow in her body, controlling the rate of her breathing.

She knew Siegel's plans, and with her wisdom she could easily guess with just the slightest clue, but the cunning Siegel certainly knew the character of his wife, and he knew the girl of his dreams when he was at odds with Barusenge.

Siegel didn't know that Sigourney still had a private army, and he didn't know that those guys were actually sent by Sigourney to find Alice's help, but this did not prevent him from controlling Sigourney, the treacherous and cunning king didn't think that the identity of a queen could make Sigourney hand over all his heart, in order to fulfill his long-standing dream, all possible negative situations, he had to strangle in the cradle, and he thought that he had completed all the strangulation.

Everything is real, and nothing has been touched, whether it is the enthusiasm of the people or the delicacy of the food, whether it is the precious wine or the beautiful music, these are all real and real, without the slightest bit of falsehood, and there is no conspiracy.

Sigourney ...... The eyes of the gods really didn't pay attention to this, this time I won, and it was the last time. ”

Segal still had a warm smile on her face, but the sound that came out of her teeth was as cold as the winter winds, and even though her heart was under control, Sigourney felt her heart pause for about 0.1 seconds because of this sentence.

"Whether it's the city of Barusenge or the sword you gave up, this time it will fall into my palm, and after today, I, Siegel, will become [Scandinavian Emperor] Siegel I!

"Sigourney, watch carefully, and see how the great power is defeated at the hands of greater wisdom. ”

With a low demonic laugh, the last Barusenge also fell on the table, under the influence of alcohol, his flushed face was covered with sweat, and the dull snoring came and went, and the mighty warrior did not fall on the battlefield of battle, but was easily put down by the delicious drink.

I don't know when the music has stopped, the troubadours who have been brought down at great cost have been brought down, and they will be killed next door by the berserkers who have been waiting for a long time, as well as the beautiful maids, who have been called to the side houses without the slightest preparation, and then their necks have been cut off with axes, or their throats have been twisted, and the halflings who toiled in the kitchen without knowing anything about it have not escaped, and a shaman with a feathered crown is no better than the kitchen, and they are greeted with nightmares more cruel than death。

The smell of blood did not reach the hall, it was still filled with the strong smell of wine and food, and there was no need to worry about the screams, the warriors who were used to killing would do their job well with the tasks given to them by their masters, and there would be no wrong sound in the hall.

Siegel stood up from his seat, his body also wrapped in a strong smell of alcohol, but the sobering potion had saved him from the trouble of hangover, and his heavy feet did not make the slightest noise on the soft carpet, and Siegel avoided touching the barrels on the ground as much as possible.

He walked up to Siegmund the Brave, the youngest prince of Barusenge, and quickly but carefully picked up the sword from the ground, but in the process, the sword did not repel Siegel as before.

By the time Siegel had returned, the warriors who had eliminated the maids had entered the room, and they had divided into eleven squads, each with five men in their hands, each with a rope in his hand, and quickly came to the drunken man and tied them up.

"Look, Sigoarney...... Sure enough, as I said, no matter how powerful the power is, it will become vulnerable in the face of wisdom, and in the face of the rising sun, no matter how hard the ice will melt into water!"