"Your Excellency, why did the King of Norway agree to our terms?" Bishop Leofrick's deputy, the royal guard, Eskil, was still puzzled, after all, the English had given all the precious gifts to the king of Sven, and still suffered a failure, and the mission in Norway was so successful, which was beyond his comprehension.

"I'm just assuring King Olaf of one thing on behalf of Your Majesty."

Seeing that Eskil's expression was still confused, the Bishop of Canterbury moved his lips slightly, and explained in an inaudible voice: "Your Majesty asked me to bring a guarantee to the King of Norway that if the King of Sven goes to the West this time, he will not survive. ”

The Wang family guard showed a shocked look, but he remained cautious and did not continue to ask.

In fact, the bishop himself did not quite understand where the king's confidence came from, and it was true that King Sven was nearly sixty years old and scarred by war, but who could guarantee that he would not last a few more years? It didn't take long, just over half a year, to turn the situation upside down in England.

On the other hand, once King Sven died, there was indeed a real possibility that something would happen within the Danes, and with the lessons of King Canute's death, the king's brothers and sons would probably not dare to stay in the west and continue to entangle with the powerful king of England.

The twilight on the sea was unusually beautiful, and the setting sun shone on the water, and the English mission sailed along the glittering whale road to Bebanburg. To their south, the Danish ships were slamming down the coast of England, and these northern warriors braved the wind and waves, galloping across the abyss on their horses, their hearts filled with the flames of the constellation of Eagle with a longing for wealth and fame in the distance. In English, "paddling like a Viking" seems to refer to the Viking mania that used the sea as a battlefield, pierced the swan's path like a long knife, and wrestled with waves at the edge of the sun.

"That Edgar of Wessex has indeed gone to the Welshman's territory?" King Sven confirmed to his brother Ošbjorn.

"Yes, we once bribed a member of the English Mission, and that's what the man said."

"Why should we trust a guy who betrays his own people? Isn't there a more reliable message? The Danish king was inexplicably irritable, and lately his temper had become worse and worse, and it seemed that he feared that he would not be able to establish a decent deed before he died, and that King Sven could hardly tolerate any possibility of failure.

"I must wear the crown of England in London, so that the world will not think of the heroes who defeated him when it comes to Sven of Denmark." The old man's muscles had long since slackened, but his face was as tense as steel, and now his greatest fear was that his name was just a pitiful footnote to the other heroes' Sachari.

No one dared to answer the king's words, and even Ošbjorn stood silently, filled with a sense of foreboding.

A lark flew out of the mountain, and two knights in iron armor quietly looked down on the nearby enemy camp in the woods of the hillside, and their mounts were tall Spanish horses.

"The morale of the enemy does not seem to be high." A tall knight suddenly whispered, his straight hooked nose suddenly sharpening the sharpness of his eyes, "Moreover, their commander seems to be on guard against something, and some of the defenses of this camp are obviously directed towards their own people. ”

"My lord, I just saw a red dragon flag, I don't know who it is." The one who spoke was Alva.

"The monk has mentioned that the royal family of Aberfeeau often uses the red dragon's battle flag, which probably belongs to the Grufiz of Ireland." The lord of Alva, Campado Rodrigo of Spain, suddenly smiled, "It seems that the long-winded old man is still somewhat helpful." ”

At this time, the Welsh camp was gradually falling into chaos, and the reason for this was that half a month ago, King Caladoger of Glamorgan came to the aid of King Rees and Prince Grufiz who were besieged in Emrin. However, in the next few days, a quarrel broke out between King Dafeld and Karadog, who, claiming to be the savior of Dafeld, began to give orders to King Rees's men as if they were vassals. By this time, the English had long since disappeared to the north, and the attitude of the Glamorgans was becoming more and more arrogant, which made the King of Rees more and more suspicious of Caradog's intentions, after all, all Wales knew that Caradoger had always restored the hegemony of his ancestors and promised to unify the former kingdom of Dehebas, which of course included the kingdom of Rees.

Caradoger felt that if it weren't for himself, Dafedian and the Irish would have been wiped out by the King of England, whom the King of Wales had regarded as a formidable rival since he had seen the might of Edgar's battle at St. Albans. Now the king of England has temporarily retreated in the direction of Gwynness, but Caradoger knows that the man will return one day, and the day of his return, it will be even stronger! Before that, he didn't have time to slowly unify these Dafeld troops, he could only integrate all forces as soon as possible and deal with the decisive battle in the coming day with the military strength of the entire southern Wales, of course he knew that such a brutal method would bring sequelae, but in Caradog's eyes, the real opponent was always Edgar, and Reese was just an eyesore stumbling block.

The Irish suffered great losses on that night of the sword, which made Prince Grufiz lack sufficient authority for his words, and the atmosphere in the camp became more tense until one day, the bad news came that the king of England did not retreat to Gwynes, but led his whole army to the southeast and captured the fortress of Caffettin, known as the "Merlin Fortress"! In this way, King Edgar of England stabbed the Glamorgans off their retreat.

Karadoge woke up from a dream and was anxious to return to the army, but Reece was no longer willing to send troops for his opponent, and finally Prince Grufiz persuaded him to finally agree. The disjointed Irish, Dafeld, and Glamorgan marched east from Emlyn, coincidentally arriving west of the Brecheniog Mountains at the same time as Rodrigo's Derbyshire militia.

The Spanish knight soon returned to the barracks, and he immediately gathered all the officers and said to the English Sein: "Yesterday our scouts have made contact with the enemy, and it stands to reason that our whereabouts have been exposed, but they have not yet taken the initiative to attack. ”

After saying that, Rodrigo asked his attendants, "In today's battle, the Welshman's red dragon emblem, can you take it back for me?" ”

"Your Excellency, you can wrap your cloak in a pocket and use it for that flag!" Alva replied loudly.