There were a large number of grey-white hounds barking in the Norman line, some of which were already bloody and galloping between the hooves. The iron-colored ground was covered with golden foliage and brown-green ferns, and in the direction of an ivory-shaped ancient tree, the Norman crossbowmen were in place, their boots treading on the waterlogged earth, their steps extremely scattered, and at the fore was a noble man in tight chain mail.

Rodrigo slowly lifted the glittering gray wood lance, the visor of the helmet still not falling so as not to block his view, which made him nostalgic for the nose guard of the past. At this time, a knight came out of the enemy formation, holding a yellow-green flag spear, straddled a cyan horse, galloped to the front of the army formation a hundred paces, within the range of the bow and arrows, and then came down from the saddle, covered his body with a long shield, and raised two flag spears, as if he was challenging.

Before the Count could speak, Alva took the initiative to leap his horse and raise his spear, and ran towards the Norman. Approaching the front and back, seeing that the other party still refused to get on the horse, he also rolled off the horse's back, and the iron armor on his body made a sonorous sound, and then pulled out a long-handled battle axe from the side of the saddle, only to see that the axe body was engraved with runes, which were brilliant and colorful, like group embroidery, and the blade was in a perfect arc, and the front section was slightly sharp. Alva grasped the axe in his iron hand and held it up at the shoulder, looking angry, but in the eyes of the Normans opposite, the Spanish knight showed only a pair of cold pupils, and those eyes shot with hatred to death.

The Normans held their long shields flat and tried to attack the Spaniards while they were still on their feet. Alva nimbly dodged the thrust of the leaf-shaped spear and launched a counterattack on the enemy's head. The Normans had anticipated this threat, and Alva's battle axe was speared. He took the opportunity to stick to it, and the handle of the axe stabbed the opponent's foot fiercely. Now that the Normans had lost their coordination, his failed attack had left his right door wide open. With a swing of his left arm, the Spaniard's ice-chiseled spike slammed into the enemy's unarmored knee like a miner cracking through a hard stone.

The paralyzing counterattack immediately upset the Norman's last balance, and as the Norman knight slid to the ground, Alva twisted the handle of the axe and knocked him over.

The Norman knight, who had been stripped of his helmet, stared in horror at the dagger in Alva's hand, twisting desperately like a dying live fish, and finally being pierced in the cheek.

Seeing that Alva had brought the Norman mounts back to their camp, the English began to cheer loudly, and the Norman cavalry on the opposite side were intimidated by Alva's fighting skills, and they were all silent.

It's just that although these Normans were surprised by the size of the English army, they did not want to leave, but they were tied in four or seven, and they looked around, and the dogs smelled the blood in front of them, and they barked more and more. Seeing that the strong enemy was still watching, the cavalry in the back row of his side gradually trembled, knowing that these monks were only weak in iron armor, and they were about to do something, when suddenly, something happened in front of them.

The Norman front began to spread out from the center, and a group of Norman warriors wearing full-body plate armor surrounded a black-robed noblewoman, pointing directly at the location of Rodrigo's banner!

"They want to negotiate?" Rodrigo looked at the Omale banner in surprise, he had not expected the lady to come in person, and immediately began to think about the meaning behind it.

"Lord Earl Pembroke Lord!" An Omal knight stepped forward with a flag and greeted in the Frankish language.

"I didn't expect to disturb Mrs. O'Male, I wonder why Madame stopped His Excellency Bishop Warchester's convoy?"

Hearing Rodrigo's question, Lady Adelaide finally appeared in front of the guard: "We didn't mean to disturb His Excellency the Bishop, we just wanted to ask the Lord for someone." ”

"Oh?"

"As long as Your Excellency hands over Roger of Hereford, I will personally escort His Excellency the Bishop and His Excellency away." Lady Adelaide's voice was majestic and indisobedient, and behind her horse, all the Norman knights raised their eyebrows and pressed their swords.

"What is Madame looking for Lord Roger?"

"Naturally, they are looking for revenge on me." Count Roger jerked up his visor and stepped forward with his whip in his hand.

"The butcher of Breteuil!"

The Normans exclaimed, and some almost threw away the reins in their hands, and Mrs. Adelaide couldn't help but change her complexion: "Rebellion! ”

Roger was silent and endured the abuse, much to Rodrigo's surprise.

"My lord, this man killed my daughter at his own table......"

Rodrigo raised his hand to interrupt Lady Adelaide's accusations, "We know what happened to Miss Judith, and what happened to the other Norman lords. ”

Judith, the niece of the Duke of Normandy, was almost married by the Duke to the Earl of Volcioff, but of course, this marriage came to naught with Volcioff's rebellion, and the famous wedding of Brettuil completely changed the fate of the young lady - in the original historical ending, another wedding triggered the rebellion of Volciov, and Madame Judith, who had already married the count, eventually betrayed him to her uncle, Duke William, and led to his execution.

At this time, the Normans heard Rodrigo talk about the "blood money" and turned their eyes to Lady Adelaide.

"What if we don't accept it?"

"Quite simply, we are willing to accept the justice of another northerner – the Holmgang." Count Rodrigo's beard and jaw were encased in the steel neck, and the loud voice reverberated like thunder over the metal.

Mrs. Adelaide nodded in disgust, approving the choice.

Watching the Norman army go away, a chill immediately rose up the Spaniard's back, and his body was already wet with sweat. In fact, it was only by the "hussars" behind her that she could force the lady to accept her offer today, and that Adelaide's servants had been observing her own formation, and that Lady Omale herself had given up the use of force after seeing the number of her horsemen and longbowmen.

The English riders, who had narrowly escaped the ravages of the Norman knights, did not dare to unarmour and hurried westward without stopping. When we arrived in Rouen, the blood-colored low clouds overwhelmed the four fields, from the sky to the city walls, a large army stretched for ten miles, surrounded by dust and mist, like a wild hunt. Rodrigo was overjoyed, such a military presence could only mean one thing - the king had arrived.

Upon hearing of Rodrigo's arrival, King Edgar rode his horse, dressed in a trimmed scarlet robe and a royal blue shawl with a snake brooch, and embraced him, despite the Count's armor.

"How's it going?" Edgar, who was overjoyed, asked impatiently as soon as he let go of his arms.

"Santiago sheltered, not slaughtered by the Normans."

"I don't think they look like they're welcoming us." The kingdom looked around and saw the Normans of Rouen greeting his army, their eyes shining with a sparkle of rebelliousness.

"It's like Caesar entering long-haired Gaul." Rodrigo replied.