Beowulv, died in Karelia

In the battle with the Attila army, the war with one of her four horsemen ended together

As a result, the people of Scandinavia lost their first warrior

And the people of Jeat have no king

Having lost their king, the defeated army that had lost half of their army, with all their scars and decadence, they returned to Jeat, to Upplan, to their homeland.

The surviving berserkers are lost in their hearts, and even now they find it difficult for them to accept the fact that they have failed, and they have lost to those weak gnolls, and they have been defeated on the frontal battlefield with rudimentary weapons such as stones.

No matter how they could explain it, such a defeat made their berserker honor worthless, and the silent hatred in the eyes of their dead companions and relatives made them immerse themselves in alcohol

For a long time, Jeath was immersed in an atmosphere of sorrow and silence, and the wine brought by the goblins became the best-selling commodity of the Jeats, who were immersed in the paralysis of alcohol, and their drowsy brains allowed them to continue to live in a trance.

One reason the Yayat people are fond of drinking is because it gives them a chance to withstand the Scandinavian cold.

It was as if it was not only Beowulf's life that had died, but also the souls of the entire Yeat, and all the courage, self-confidence, and so on, did not continue to favor the once brave Yeats, who were now just poor creatures who could not recognize reality.

This is also the reason why Siegel destroyed Barusenge with a marriage during this time, and the Yeats did not make any noise, they were still immersed in failure, closed themselves in their own world, and did not have the time or energy to pay attention to these things that were not directly related to them.

It wasn't until Siegel set his eyes on them, and with a resounding slap in the face, the destruction of a city, the fall of a territory, awakened the anger of the Jeats and brought them to their senses from the alcohol.

Their leaders, their kings, their warriors

Beowulf, already dead

Wiglaf, a relative of Beowulf and the number two of Yeat, spoke loudly to the other Yaats in the square of Upland when he received that Siegel had invaded Jeat and breached the city of Sudmanland.

The reality that I had always wanted to escape, the things that I had been unable to accept, the sadness that had been unbearable, came out of the mouth of Wiglaaf, and he said with tears in his eyes, choked up.

"We are the Yeats, the strongest, bravest and most powerful people in Scandinavia, whose blood and death have seen us rise, and whose battles and glory have survived to this day. ”

Rubbing his eyes and wiping away the tears from his eyes, Wiglaf's face changed to a resolute expression, and he looked at the berserkers around him, these losers who had shamefully escaped from the battlefields of Karelia, who now numbed their nerves with alcohol all day

Looking at the women and old men who were silent, silent, and complex-faced, many of their husbands and children had been left forever in Karelia, a distant and strange land, perhaps food for the gnolls, perhaps a wilderness of corpses.

Looking at the crowd, looking up at their own and looking at the future of the Yeats, the young cubs who have not yet reached adulthood, they are not yet able to accurately understand the words from the mouth of Wiglaaf, and they cannot understand the honor of a true Jeat

"This is a war, a war that must not be retreated, never defeated, never allowed to lose, we are the Jeats, not the Jeats of his Siegel, and the Jeats of the Goths. ”

"We are the brave and powerful Jeat, Jeat, the Jeat of the Jeat, the Jeat of Beowulf, the winter wolves of the forest dare not see us, the dragons of the snowy mountains are worried about our blades, and the mammoths and white bears do not dare to appear in our field of vision. ”

"Hundreds of years ago, this was the land of our Yeat, and our ancestors fought on this land, trading their lives for the opportunity to thrive here today. ”

"Before, Beowulf, my dear, with his fists and sharp blades, made Yeaat the strongest nation in Scandinavia, and made the Yeats the strongest people. ”

"This battle, the Goths against our Jeats, even after hundreds of years, will still be remembered by our descendants, just as we still remember the things of our ancestors, remembering that we successfully defended our land, our honor. ”

"One will remember that the history of Scandinavia was changed by a group of Yeats, whose leader was Beowulf, whose capital was Upland, whose territory was Sademanland, which was Jestrickland, who was Oran. ”

"So, my comrades-in-arms, my brethren, my fellow-men, the great Jeats, do you understand?

"The war with the Goths, the war with the invaders, their delusional people who dare to challenge the strongest in Scandinavia, will only fail, and they will surely fail, and their king, the scheming Siegel, will not be able to go to the Valhalla Palace after his death, be received by Odin, and gain the respect of the Valkyries. ”

"In this battle, I will be at the forefront of the battlefield, like my relative Beowulf, in front of the most intractable enemies, I will use my body to block the attacks of my compatriots, I will cut off their heads with the weapons in my hands. ”

"Perhaps this is not the best option, not the speech that a king should make, but it is the best choice for our Jeats, and those who do not want to fight should go home, and the Goths may see the same faith bypass your lives. ”

"If we can't accept that we have failed once, who we have lost to a group of gnolls, just continue to indulge in alcohol, and when we have killed the invaders, washed away the shame on our bodies, and regained our honor and courage, we will go and do what Beowulf has not done. ”

"I am a relative of Beowulf, now the king of Jeat, and your protector, and I will not allow those invaders to defile our Jeat's territory and our honor. ”

The empty space let the voices echo in circles, and the silent atmosphere made everyone feel very depressed, but in the midst of the depression, no one spoke out, neither against nor in favor.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes

Five minutes passed, and the five thousand people in the field remained silent

Don't know what they're thinking, or what they're thinking about

Wiglaaf's face was very calm, and he asked the guards next to him to help him straighten his armor and make him look like a majestic king.

For such a situation, for such silence, Wiglaf actually expected it in his heart, he knew that he was not Beowulf, there was no such force that could suppress all contradictions, and he was not Attila, who ruled his army with victory and killing.

He has been living in the shadow of Beowulf for the first half of his life, and has been playing the role of the number two for many years, rarely doing tasks alone, and spending more time assisting Beowulf to help him fill in the gaps.

When Beowulf died, he was able to become king not because of his strength and prestige, and it had nothing to do with his years of credit, people chose him to take over the throne of Beowulf, just because he was a relative of Beowulf and had the same blood in his body as Beowulf.

Wiglaf knew this, and he knew that the people of Yeat could not accept the fact that Beowulf was dead, and had always wanted to find Beowulf's feelings in him.

However, the people of Yaat have forgotten that there are no identical leaves in the world, and even if there is a copy of the real thing that can be made with mirror magic, it is only a fake.

If Beowulf had been in such a situation, he would not have held any meetings, nor would he have stirred up enthusiasm in people's hearts with such blood-boiling speeches, which would be too troublesome and verbose.

Beowulf would only beat them awake one by one, one by one, with his fists that could kill the dragon alive, and beat them twice if they didn't work once, three times if they didn't work twice, and if they didn't work, they would just throw people into the forest at night and replace them with the beasts in the forest.

Wiglaf wouldn't be like that, he couldn't be as direct as Beowulf, and he didn't have the force to defeat all the berserkers, using force and pain, to wake them up from their current state.

Ignoring the silent people, Wiglaf led his guards in the direction of the city walls, having made up his mind that even if it was only him and his guards, he would fight the Gothic invaders.

In their eyes, death was not something to be feared, and Beowulf's death, the shame of losing to the gnolls, was not something that was difficult to accept and impossible to look at.

Even if they die, they will die standing, and even if they fail, they will die before they fail, even if their lives will become the merits of the Goths, even if their battles will only become the type of mantis arm as a chariot in the mouth of the bard.

"Bump"

The heavy sound of a wooden object hitting the ground was heard, followed by the sound of liquid flowing, which was not loud, but in such a quiet environment, it clearly echoed in the ears of everyone present.

Wiglaf stopped, he turned his head to look at where the sound had come from, and saw only a drunken man with a drunken flush on his face, his steps were vague, his whole body was staggering, and the drunkard who was exuding the smell of alcohol kicked the barrel placed next to him to the ground.

The wine in the barrel spilled on the ground, volatilizing in the air, and the rich aroma of the wine was constantly challenging the nerves of everyone here.

Is it anger?

There must have been, Wiglaaf's words almost didn't point to his nose and say that they were a bunch of softballs and cowards who could only escape, couldn't accept failure, couldn't bear reality.

Is it sadness?

There must have been, when Beowulf was still alive, he was said to be the sissy who could only play tricks and tricks, and even Attila, the king of destruction who had not tasted a hundred, failed twice at their hands.

"Take me one. ”

With trembling palms, he pulled out his weapon from his waist, and the drinking and decadence of this time had made the Jeat's health very bad, and if he were to fight the enemy now, using a trick like madness, his weakened body might kill him directly.

"I am a Jeat, a warrior of Odin, and after death I will be led by Valkyrie, blessed by Brunhilde, and enter the Valhalla Palace, and become a warrior of the gods. ”

The drunkard used his dirty shoes to tread on the wine that flowed on the ground, and on the wine that had been purchased from the goblins at great expense, and which could only be produced in the south.

"Wiglaf, you're right, maybe as a warrior, you don't have the strength of Beowulf, and you can't lead us to victory like Sigourney. ”

"But, I now admit that at least as a king, you surpassed Beowulf. ”

On the drunken face, what people can't forget is the pair of eyes full of fighting spirit, which are not the eyes that alcoholics can have, but only those who have firm beliefs.

His identity is just an ordinary berserker, his strength is not worth mentioning, and his thin bloodline only makes him barely awaken the ability to go berserk, and he can only maintain a state of madness for more than ten seconds when he fights.

"Now is the time to kill, now is the time to fight, and Wiglaf is right, this is the land of our Jeats, the land that our ancestors, your parents, your husbands, fought with their blood against the enemy. ”

The drunkard kept his mouth shut, and instead of continuing, he staggered behind Wiglaf with his weapon, and showed his attitude with actual movements.

After the drunkard, several more Yaats stepped forward, all dressed in leather armor covered with traces of the battle, with small throwing axes at their waists, and weapons such as axes, two-handed swords, and maces in both hands.

More and more people came forward, and at last all the Yaats stood up with their weapons in their arms, except for some women who had to take care of their children and old people who were really ineffective.

Most of them were natives from Upland, but there were also those from the small island of Oran, Jestrickland, and a few from Saadmanland.

The Yeats have never been good at talking, and the Wiglaf is already an outlier among them, and the rest are actually better at arguing with their weapons and fists, not because of the changes brought about by Beowulf, but as habits that have been etched in the souls of the Yaats for thousands of years.

This may not have been expected by Siegel, after the absence of Beowulf, there would be a Wiglav, so that the Jeat, who had become confused, decadent, numb, and overwhelmed, would stand up anew.