Blood, stumps, broken weapons, broken shields, and cold corpses lying to the ground all combine to create a brutal picture in this unknown meadow.

The Wikibians and Nords who fell to the ground hugged each other tightly as if they had finally let go of their generational hatred, and could no longer distinguish each other.

But their faces were all so hideous, as if they would fight to the death even if they died.

The fog of the early morning gradually dissipated, and several well-dressed Nord nobles slowly walked along the battlefield under the escort of the Nord royal guards. The man at the head of them was about forty years old, with a thick orange beard. Judging from the attitude of the people around him, this person's identity must be very prominent.

Beside him stood a man with distinctly Nordic features, a hairy head on top of his thick arms. His brutal face was filled with disregard for all life, and though he had tried his best to hide it, anyone could see his incomparable excitement at the brutal bloody scene before him.

He walked a few steps quickly to the left of the man at the head, bowed his head respectfully, and whispered in a voice full of joy and excitement: "The only king of Nord, His Majesty the great Ragnar, you must have also seen that our vanguard encountered Vecchia's border army here, and although they lost half of their manpower, they still completely defeated them!" This is truly a great victory! ”

King Ragnar only squinted at him, and said in a slightly cold tone, "Yes, yes, my dear friend Olaf, but is this really our merit?" When did we, the Nords, learn to paint our own façade with the exploits of others, just like the shameful Swadians? ”

"Forgive me for my missteps, Your Majesty," Olafjar said, sensing the king's displeasure, and hurriedly bowed his head and said to him apologetically, but it was evident that everyone could hear it. There was a deep confusion and confusion in his voice.

And when he raised his head and looked at King Ragnar again, a clear and irrepressible confusion appeared on his face: "But Your Majesty, I really can't understand what you mean, isn't it our Nord soldiers who defeated this group of Vekia straw bales?" Aren't the soldiers from Greenland our Nord compatriots? I really don't understand why you ......."

"Why am I so hostile to them, why do I always exclude and suppress them, that's what you want to say, right?" Ragnar glanced at Olaf with a smirk, put his arm around his shoulder, and whispered in his ear.

Olaf hung his head again in embarrassment, as if regretting his recklessness: 'That's right...... Your Majesty...... I just can't figure out why this is happening. ”

King Ragnar smiled and walked on silently, but did not speak, as if thinking about something. As they got closer to the center of the battlefield, the corpses and blood on the ground became denser.

Expensive iron boots are a little slimy to the touch when stepped on the ground, which makes people very uncomfortable. Ragnar stopped in front of the corpse of a Nord soldier, staring down at it, not knowing what it was thinking.

Olaf looked at his king with some anxiety, and the doubts in his heart made him sit still. The terrible touch under his feet annoyed him even more, and he raised his left foot to look down, and found that the originally shiny boots on his feet had now become a little black, and Olaf could almost smell the rich fishy stench emanating from them from so far away.

And it was the shredded flesh from the previous slaughter and the blood that was constantly flowing on the ground, and then mixed with the crushed grass flesh and the pieces of sand that had turned into a black mud, which made the precious boots look bad.

Looking at this, Olafjarr became even more agitated.

Ragnar glanced back at his loyal servant and chuckled unconsciously.

Of course, he knew that Olaf, who had a respected position in Nord, was not very easy to use, but he just wanted him to think about it by himself, rather than relying on others to tell him everything.

Indeed, this brave Yar has his own great name and brilliant military exploits, both at home and abroad, although many people do not want to admit it, but almost everyone knows that these people are afraid of this Olaf.

However, Talos was still very fair, and he gave Olaf extraordinary bravery without giving him enough wisdom. Therefore, although Olaf is so brave and can be regarded as one of the best heroes in the whole Nord, everyone also knows that this is a "brainless" one.

Maybe that's why Ragnar is so relieved to be with him.

Ragnar stared at the corpse of the young Nord on the ground with a long face, and sighed: "Look at this place, all of us Nords are lying here, and the blood flowing here is also the blood of our Nords." ”

He paused, and then said categorically: "And all the land here will eventually become the land of our Nords!" The land soaked in the blood of our people will eventually feed the next generation of our Nords. And how could I, as the only legitimate king of the Nords, be hostile to these Nords, who have made such great contributions to the entire Nord nation? ”

Olaf looked at the greatest king in his mind with a feverish expression, and although he still didn't understand what Ragnar was trying to say, it didn't affect his admiration and love for the king in the slightest.

There was silence all around, and Olaf waited silently for the king's next words.

And all this happened in the early morning of August 16, 1237 AD, which belongs to the continent of Calradia.

Ragnar raised his head and found that the thin layer of morning mist between heaven and earth had already completely dispersed under the blowing of the morning breeze, leaving traces on the green grass. Although it was still the height of summer, the climate of the West Calradia Sea and the cold snap brought by the East Vecchia Plains made the temperature very cool.

The melodious sound of birdsong continued to ring in my ears, and every now and then there was a crisp flute or two, which was the only son of Ragnar, Kvidev, playing the recorder. But then, there was silence again.

In the distance, a faint mist blows from the Sirivading Mountains to the south, making the distant scenery seem to be hidden in a fantasy. If you can ignore the corpses and messes all over the ground, this is indeed a rare beauty.

At that moment, a short sound of horses' hooves broke King Ragnar's reverie, and he squinted his eyes in the direction of the sound, and a procession of about twenty people was slowly emerging through the mist, and was getting closer and closer.

As they got closer, almost everyone could clearly see the black raven banner at the front of the line and the sword-like armor of the knight next to him.

And the Nord soldiers, who were sitting in twos and threes resting on the side, had already rushed forward in a frenzy as soon as they saw the flag, frantically calling the man's name.

"Odin! Odin! Odin! ”

Ragnar curled the corners of his mouth and said with a slight mockery, 'See, my friend, they treat this fellow with more respect than I do as a king. Now you understand, I would never have any bad thoughts of our Nord people, but this guy, is he really our Nords? Yes, he did come from Greenland and brought with him more than 40,000 Nord soldiers, but in my eyes, he was not a pure Nord at all! Just like Heyun who was driven to the sea by us at the beginning, like a complete Swadia bastard! “

Ragnar stared at the man in the distance who was constantly responding to the enthusiasm of the Nord soldiers with a gentle smile, and an irrepressible hatred flashed in his eyes: "It's strange to say, even after all this time, there are still many people who call that damned exile Heyunyar. Maybe there's something I can learn from them! Okay, let's go, Olaf, let's go and greet our guests, guests from Greenland! “