"Randy!"

Sven gritted his teeth and squeezed out my name hatefully, at this moment he no longer had the recklessness and cynicism of the first time we met, only the indescribable success and defeat and the cold state of the world, the beautiful dream of establishing the Viking Empire was like a bright bubble, and it disappeared in an instant, he pushed away the samurai in front of him, straightened up his burly chest, and roared angrily:

"I am the son of Bluetooth Harald, the King of the Vikings, the King of the North Sea, the King of Denmark, Sven Estridsson!"

"Nope! You are wrong, Sven, your kingdom, your ideals, your long-cherished wishes, in the end, can only exist forever in unrealistic fantasies, and it is impossible to realize them at all. ”

I slowly lowered my bow and arrows, looking at Sven, who was unwilling to struggle to stand up straight, leaning against the guard's body and whining in his throat, he whimpered and whispered something, and two arrows with white feathers stuck in his chest, one from me and the other from Rollo.

"I curse you...... Despicable ......" Sven's voice grew weaker and weaker, he spat blood in his mouth, his face was so white that he couldn't call out the name of his enemy until he breathed.

I watched coldly as the Danish warriors were crushed by the knights, Sven's body lay in the mud, and the once noble body could not escape the fate of being reduced to dust, the dark clouds on the horizon suddenly tightened, the thunder exploded shockingly, and the storm that had accumulated all night seemed to suddenly open the faucet, and suddenly poured down.

The pouring rain only left the murmur of ding dong, the air was fresh like a freshly washed sweater, the warm and warm was full of refreshing taste, the sun finally belatedly, revealing its glorious smiling face from the middle of the dark clouds that slowly dispersed, the filth of heaven and earth was all washed away by the faucet of creation, the thick blood water was diluted into a faint wisp, and gathered into a ditch flowing into the low-lying place, the vertical and horizontal ravines that looked far away seemed to be the pocket water town of Zeguo, and the butterflies that were drenched in their wings were stirred in the mud. Turning good things into dirt has always been a human thing.

Sitting on the corpse of a war horse, with no strength in his body, and letting the mud and water soak his trousers, there were Nijmegen soldiers busy back and forth in front and back, left and right, looking for a surviving comrade among the dead everywhere, or ending the life of an enemy who had not yet died, and the captured armor and weapons were piled up, and the corpses were quickly stripped away, leaving not even a crotch cloth to cover their shame.

Seeing a dead Danish with his stiff mouth open, his arm broken in order to take off a piece of chain mail with a broken hem, of course he could no longer feel the pain, but the grinning mouth still seemed to be crying out angrily: "Revenge!" Avenge! ”

The bow and arrow that shot Sven was placed at his feet, this is an oriental composite bow imported from Venice, carefully selected by Kohler, the reverse corner material is glued with fish glue, both the range and power are impeccable, and Sven in chain mail died under this bow.

I touched its smooth curved bow, and I was still amazed at my movements in one go, although I practiced with Kohler for a long time, but unfortunately my archery skills only stayed at the level of hitting the barrel within ten steps, and I was able to accurately shoot Sven in front of everyone, and even I was startled, but no one knew that the target I was aiming at was his eyebrows, and it was completely crooked to pierce his chest, to be exact, it should be the position of the combination of **** and abdomen, except for causing him a little pain.

In fact, it was not me who really killed Sven, but Rollo who then shot the second arrow, and the fierce armor-piercing arrow pierced through half of his heart, until only Ling Yu remained, and Sven also lost all the vitality of his life at this moment, staggering and falling into the arms of the guards beside him, sinking into the eternal darkness with his ambition.

"I heard you killed him with a bow and arrow?"

Yaroslav angrily pushed away the attendants who were stopping him, and slammed his tomahawk to the ground, like an angry bull, yes, in the same state as the bull when he went berserk, and he would not look back when he hit the south wall and broke the blood.

"Who are you talking about?" I frowned knowingly, pretending not to understand, but I didn't expect it to be even more disgusted by Lyutich.

"You know who I'm talking about, King Sven of Denmark!"

Yaroslav stared at me with a dodgy look and continued: "Why don't you dare to admit that you have done it? Why didn't you think you would be scared when you killed in public? I want your explanation, Lord Duke. ”

I glanced back at him weakly, and then lowered my eyes again, after all, killing a king with a bow and arrow is not such a glorious thing: "I just want to end the war as soon as possible......"

"Then you should justifiably propose a duel, or defeat him openly, Sven is an enemy, but he is also a dignified warrior, but he has not been given a dignified death, and he can no longer be led by Valkyrie to Odin's Valhalla."

Lyutic sat to the side and sighed silently: "How can you convince the Danes of your rule by doing such a thing?" Not only that, but perhaps the Swedes and Norwegians who heard about it and scoffed at the authority of Nijmegen, the Viking warriors who had always respected tradition and embraced ancient laws. ”

"At that time, the situation was urgent, I really couldn't find a better way, if Sven ran away, things would become more difficult to control, I had to make this decision, as for the Swedes, they had to be busy cleaning up the remnants of the Danish army left in Orting, and they didn't have time to care whether Sven died a decent battle, and without the support of Nijmegen, they couldn't win the battle at all."

I patted the blood stains on my body that had dried, but now I couldn't shake it off no matter how hard I tried, and finally I had to give up.

"I will look for plausible reasons for this crusade and give the world an account of the legitimacy of Nijmegen's conquest and rule."

Yaroslav listened to me absentmindedly, fiddling with his beloved little hand axe, while smacking his lips: "No matter what, no one will pay attention to the dead souls, what I'm worried about is the people around you, Rollo, he will bear the infamy of a lifetime of kingkillers, their identities are too different, and under the gaze of the soldiers on both sides, Sven is a king after all." ”

I turned my head to look at Rollo, who was busy directing the soldiers to clean up the battlefield, this young son who had entrusted his wealth to me, who had been conscientiously performing his duties, and my heart could not help but be full of regret, he had only fulfilled his pledge of allegiance, followed his lord closely, and acted blamelessly, but he might bear the infamy of being spurned by everyone for me.

"I will do justice to him through the Holy See, Sven is not a king, at best a successful pirate leader, and a heinous blasphemer, killing him out of pure devout Christianity and God's vocation."

I tried to raise the volume so that everyone around me could hear: "Sven is a believer in heresy blasphemy, everyone is condemned, the emissary of the Holy See is on his way, he has brought the Pope's edict, warriors of Nijmegen, you are defending the holy faith!" ”

"Praise God ......"

A faint voice came from far and near, and Hans came over with his horse, with a cross on his chest, and under his leadership, the rest of the people also bowed their heads and prayed sincerely:

"Praise be to God!"

"God forbid!"

One after another, Yaroslav tugged at the cross on his chest and stared for a long time, I don't know what he was thinking in his heart at the moment, but there must be a trace of admiration for the Duke of Nijmegen, which is also a passive skill that I had to learn in order to survive in the medieval beast forest, playing with power and reversing right and wrong.

None of the Danes besieged in Porum surrendered or were captured, and even after Sven was killed, they still resisted stubbornly, and they shed all the blood in their chests to follow their king to heaven or Valkyrie's Valhalla, who knows what their true faith is?

These last Vikings, while wearing a gilded cross to worship God, while secretly tattooing ancient totems to pray for the power of God Odin, they represent the Viking spirit that has been inherited for thousands of years, imitating those ancestors who drove the dragon head warship majestically, burning their lives like fireworks, blooming dazzling brilliance and returning to dust, and finally becoming a distant history, they can not predict what will happen after death, maybe their children and grandchildren will never remember the vast ice ocean, their ancestors who are not afraid of heaven and earth have come, No more remembering the temple of the god Odin, no more proudly holding up your head and calling yourself a Viking.

But they don't regret what they've done!

"I've been here!"

"I see!"

"I choose!"

Surrounded by long and short weapons, the last Danish warrior who was seriously wounded smiled in relief, calmly facing the impending death, how could it not be a brilliant new life for him?

"It's all buried thickly! In the tradition of the Vikings. ”

I picked up Yaroslav's tomahawk and put it in his hand, meeting his puzzled gaze.

"Is there anyone else but you? They are all indomitable heroes, who just stand on a different side from me, and sadly do the funeral objects of the old times. ”

Lyutic squinted his eyes and took his weapon, breathed a sigh of relief, raised his eyebrows imperceptibly, and muttered in a low voice: "Is the advent of a new era really accompanied by killing?" ”

I didn't answer him, I didn't know the answer, and I didn't have time to lament the loser.

Denmark is the second prey of Nijmegen's rise, and since it has been swallowed in its belly, it is natural that it will no longer give up predation because of the admiration for the prey fighting bravely and the guilt of eating it.

(End of chapter)

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