The Saxon nobles were about to leave the next day, and Westminster was a little empty, when Woolfheard caught a glimpse of a warrior in red leather armor, holding a chain glove in his left hand, and a hoe and tomahawk hanging from a leather belt around his waist, entering the king's hall. She had met many Danes before the Imperial Court, but this one was clearly not from the court.

King Edgar hurried in with a soft felt hat and a tight-fitting hunting suit, and his attendant still holding the large boar spear, as if he had just returned from the deer park, and the urgency of this summoning was evident.

The nobles noticed that the Danish warrior was wearing a white military robe, and the king's expression was rather gloomy, which seemed to be an ominous omen.

Woolfheard held the "Lubino" and kept it from moving, she was closer to the king's position, and she understood most of the Dane's words, though they were difficult to understand.

"In the news from the south, a Germanic invasion was imminent, and we followed His Majesty in Schleswig until midsummer, without waiting for Henry's army." The Danish guard looked frustrated, "Then came the news that the king's brother had landed in Flanders. ”

Woolfhild had heard his father speak of the sons of the Danish king of Sven, and of these jealous brothers, Olaf the exiled from Flanders was the most ambitious, and before being stripped of his title, Schleswiggyjär had invaded Saxony several times, hating both the Bishop of Hamburg and her father.

After hearing the emissary's account of the mutiny in the fleet, King Canute fled to a wooden monastery of St. Alban in Odense, only to be stabbed to death by the rebels, and sat on his throne without saying a word.

Eventually, the king's eyes flickered like amber in the night, and the whole person was like a lion awakened: "Tell Ansgar to assemble the fleet!" ”

There could only be one reason for Prince Olaf's successful return to China: the Count of Flanders had colluded with Henry IV.

In this way, the Saxons are surrounded on three sides, Count Robert's Flemish fleet and the Danish fleet may soon be dispatched, and Henry's army will not let go of this opportunity, no, Duke Magnus cannot fall at this time - England may be able to tolerate a lawless emperor in Germany, but the Danish fleet and the Flemish fleet want to seize supremacy in the North Sea?

Edgar clenched the armrest of the throne: win first against the Royal Navy!

Earl Otto von Nordheim was by Woolfhild's side at this time, witnessing the full reaction of the English king, from the carelessness before hearing about Cnut's murder to the cruel smile when he heard of Olaf's succession, which seemed to hide a mysterious and unforgiving rage that was as mysterious as death.

He understood the previous plans, Saxon and England, and now the enemy was increased by two, but his uneasiness was gone. The Duke of Saxony and the King of England had different goals against Henry IV, and Otto himself had always feared that the English were simply using Saxony to drain the Emperor's power. In that case, they might have given their own limited support from the sea, but they could not have done much for the cause of the Saxons, and if the war was unfavorable, how could they prevent the English from abandoning Saxony? That's why the duke gave away his daughter early.

Now everything was different, and Count Otto felt a kind of wonderfulness - for now the English had to fight hard.

Otto resisted the urge to laugh and held on to his seat, as if the excessive excitement had made his remaining spirit a little weak, and the feeling of the sea was hard to shape again, and the wave seemed to lift you gently, like a feather by shrugging your shoulders, but it carried the bubbling foam and the roar of the waterfall, and made you feel that it was quietly passing under you.

The devil will appear at sea, King Edgar has no doubts about it, but the scale of the autumn hunt will be incomparably large, is England ready?

The Danes were the best oarsmen and knew all the tempers of the North Sea, while the English had little experience in fighting on the far seas, and it would be the first large-scale naval battle in all of Britain since the fall of Rome, larger than the battle between Harald of Norway and King Sven of Denmark at the mouth of the Gulf of Nisa, when the Viking navy was bloodied and seventy Danish longships were swept away.

Edgar's knowledge of the navy in his previous life was limited, and he only read in the newspapers about the bombardment of the Dnieper fort by the French gunboats, when London was singing: "We don't want to fight, but if we have to fight, we will hold on to the end." We have strong ships, we have warriors, and we have money. The Russians must not take Constantinople! "As for the famous bombardment of Alexandria, he was adrift in the Mediterranean, knowing nothing of Lord Belisford's great exploits, and two months later he came from the battlefield of Suez to this era.

On land, he is glad that his era is extremely backward, and there are not many forces that can pose a threat to his iron cavalry, compared to the heavy artillery of the tsar and the machine guns of the infantry regiment that he has seen in the past, today's weapons almost make him feel no sense of oppression, but at sea, he does not have this confidence, maybe in frontal combat, with those secret weapons, his fleet can be invincible, but the true domination of the sea is always the sea itself, and those who are familiar with this master can completely turn the sea into a weapon, so as to defeat the strong with the weak, For example, luring his large-tonnage warship to a reef and crashing it, or setting fire to a fjord with an assault ship......

The clouds of war loom over the kingdom, the hunting season is approaching, and the news of a great catastrophe is spreading rapidly in the south.

Italian merchant ships first brought the news back to the Apennines: the army of King Alfonso of Castile was annihilated by Yusuf ibn Tashfen from North Africa, and the black warriors from Senegal raised their giant Lambt leather shields, their dark eyes peeking out of their indigo-colored Lisam scarves, and behind them, the beating of African war drums shook the entire peninsula. The pagan king of Al-Andalus, Murtai Meades, was ecstatic to welcome the African conquerors into Seville and wrote countless beautiful verses about this great victory, only to be stunned by the Maharaja's giant minaret made of Christian heads.

The whole of Christendom was frightened by the Spanish frenzied pleas for help, Alfonso had swept through Andalusia, the Holy See was mired in civil strife, and the Greeks in the East were in dire straits.