At that time, spears fell from the sky like arrows, and the sharp spikes glowed with a cold light, like the Grim Reaper wielding a scythe and smiling silently. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Fortunately, Count Don and they lay down.

Scandinavia is cold and barren, with nothing but a blizzard whipped by an endless cold wind, which makes it possible for only the toughest of minds to survive in such an environment; The ancient custom of revenge by blood feuds, as well as the lawless habit of robbery at sea, reflected the national identity of the Vikings and created the arrogant courage of Nietzsche. A Viking once said, "Tell you where my faith is - I only believe in my own power." ”

The cold made the Vikings the toughest and most vicious of their character, and barrenness forced them to become the most sophisticated hunters, catchers who would kill with one blow, or they would starve to death if they could not catch food. Therefore, this time the Vikings threw their spears at the hearts and heads of the knights.

And now, thanks to the shout of the deaf knight, the knights, who had already raised their voices in their vigilance, did not even think about it, and their heads were still covered with a burst of mush, and they narrowly avoided the blow.

But that's not to say that no one is hurt, but the knights don't have time to worry about these 'little things' anymore, but the Vikings have already killed them!

"Valhalla - !!"

At the front, one of the tallest Viking warriors howled so wildly, and the Viking warriors behind him were also howling, brandishing the giant axes and swords in their hands, completely ignoring the wounds, regardless of life and death, under the protection of the goddess of war, the Vikings never retreated, and were never afraid of any war!

"Wade Knight! Get out of the way! ”

Count Don Jr. was dumbfounded, and a cunning Viking warrior took advantage of the chaos to touch the side of Knight Wade who was lying on a stretcher, raised his big axe high, and laughed wildly to cut off his head, one in two. If it is cut down now, even the gods will not be able to save it in the next life!

But even if Wade Knight wanted to hide, he didn't have the ability to hide anymore, with excessive blood loss and a hard fall just now, now he was already dizzy, his eyes were black, and barely being able to see what was in front of him was already the limit, but now he prayed to God not to let him see it anymore, because he couldn't move, he could only watch the sharp axe blade get closer little by little, and saw that he was going to die! It's about to be cut in two!

"Whoosh-"

The sound of breaking the air sounded, Count Xiao Tang was out of breath, and the Viking warrior with the big axe looked at the long sword passing through his chest in disbelief, only to feel that his consciousness was blurred for a while, and countless small things happily broke away from the shackles of his body, gushing out, and finally fell weakly!

At the moment of crisis, Count Xiao Tang used all his strength to fly the sword in his hand, and now he was holding a newly created steel sword in his hand, it was not too much to say that it was not too much to sharpen iron like mud, and it was not so unimaginable to pierce a flesh and blood body wearing only leather armor.

The heavy body of the Viking warrior slammed onto Wade Knight's body, and this time he could be regarded as taking advantage of his mind, spitting out a mouthful of blood and fainting with satisfaction.

But now that he is safe, Earl Don doesn't have the heart to care about a safe person anymore, this is the battlefield! It's a battlefield where people bleed and people die all the time! The sword has no eyes, how can there be time for you to be sad.

"The Knights of Alcoba—"

"Lord Earl, I'm here!"

The knight of Alcoba wiped the blood from his face and shouted loudly: "Everyone, protect Lord Count!" Get closer to the Earl! ”

The surrounding knights heard this, and began to alternate defenses, they were originally people who had studied martial arts all their lives, but they were blinded by a sneak attack for a while, and now they almost came to their senses, and they began to gather together in twos and threes, helping each other to gather.

"Knight Alcoba, how are your injuries?"

Leaning back and forth, Count Xiao Tang drew the other sword on his body, stared vigilantly at the fierce and vicious enemy in front of him, and asked in a low voice.

"It's okay, thank you Lord Earl for your concern, my old life is not going to stay here."

The Knight's face was pale with pain, and sweat was pouring down, but he replied with a pout. He clutched his left shoulder with his right hand, and unfortunately, a spear pierced his left shoulder, and in order not to affect his combat effectiveness, the stubborn knight has not pulled it out until now.

"Lord Earl, you don't have to worry, I have seen more dangerous scenes than this, today we are fighting for this life, and we will not let these barbarians hurt you in the slightest."

On the other side, the Knight of Cotter, who was also standing with a long sword in his hand, said with a big grin, and the other knights raised their swords one after another, and began to roar with an aura that was not inferior to that of the Vikings.

After all, they still sailed from afar after all, although the Viking dragon ship can be called the world's first-class warship, but the number of people that can be carried is limited after all, they are only forty or fifty people this time, and they are just picking up soft persimmons and pinching the abacus of the monastery, and now they have encountered a hard bone, even the Vikings who have always been fearless must consider the cost.

Legend has it that the Vikings were not only savage warriors, but also shrewd merchants, but this was also forced by circumstances. You know, in cold Scandinavia, the harvest brought back by the robbery of these forty or fifty warriors is all the hope of a thousand-person tribe, once most of them die here, the entire tribe will not survive this winter!

Therefore, they can't fight hard with the knights, but so many brothers have died, if they don't get some money back, not to mention brotherhood, just the price, it will be too much of a loss!

So there was probably the highest standing man, he was the only one of the Vikings in chain mail, who said something in a grunter to a rather thin-looking man who was supposed to be a slave or something, and then threw the slave out with one hand, completely ignoring the slave's pleadings.

"Don't hurt me, don't hurt me, I'm a Cornwall, I'm a priest from St. Michel's Abbey!"

The knights who had been preparing to draw their swords heard this, and saw that this slave was indeed not armed at all, and it was estimated that there was not even a fat time in the robe, so they relaxed a little and listened to what he was going to say.

"I am a priest of the Abbey of St. Michel, three years ago the monastery was robbed, I was taken back as a slave, this year the Viking tribe is short of food, they came out to rob, and they were afraid of the language barrier, so they brought me out."

The priest's sword was on his neck, and he dared not be ambiguous at all, and in a few words, he made his origin clear.

"So what did that Viking tell you to come out for?"

As the priest spoke, the Vikings remained motionless with their big axes and swords, and both of them waited with bated breath for the other's answer, so Count Don had no choice but to ask.

"The patriarch - the one in the chain mail, he wants you to compensate them for their losses, and pay five hundred gold coins, or the equivalent of five hundred gold coins to buy your life, or they will kill you all here today......"