Grace immediately urged the Danish warrior to carefully talk about the battle during the day, I have to say that the Danish warrior's eloquence is still good, and he even said the process of the battle as if it made the audience immersive, of course, this is also caused by the Vikings' talent for storytelling, the cold and long winter, only in the longhouse around the story of the fire, can be passed.

When the Danes, under the command of the king and in the fight of the Danish bishops, had cornered the Norwegian coalition, and everyone thought that the battle was coming to an end and that victory belonged to the Danes, the situation took a turn for the worse.

"I was at the bishop's side, guarding him with my sword and shield, but at that moment I heard a commotion." The Danish warrior, wearing a woolen blanket on his body, sat next to the fire and held a wine glass.

"What happened?" A maid asked curiously, but Grace didn't reprimand her, and Vikings couldn't help but interject when they heard a good story.

"As I stood on a rock and looked into the distance, I saw several boats sailing in the river, which were Norwegian reinforcements." The Danish warrior's hand trembled slightly, and he couldn't help but take a sip of wine.

"It's just reinforcements, are you so frightened that you throw down your weapons and let the Norwegians go?" Grace said with some dissatisfaction.

"Forgive your majesty, the Queen, for they are no ordinary reinforcements, for those men are wearing fox and bear skins on their heads, and they are covered with scars, and they have long-handled battle axes in their hands, and their eyes seem to be lost in the darkness." The Danish warrior said to Grace.

"What? Could it be that the Norwegians found those people~~. Grace stood up in a panic when she heard the words of the Danish warriors, and she understood why the Danes had been defeated.

"That's right, a follower of Loki, the god of chaos, fanatic warriors." The Danish warrior put down the wine glass in his hand. His eyes were bloodshot, and all day, at that moment, he had truly experienced purgatory.

The fanatical warriors, with their tomahawks in their hands, jumped down from the sides of the ship, muttering to themselves and rushing to the flank of the Danes, who, of course, spotted reinforcements from the Norwegians. Two shield wall defenses were immediately organized on the flanks, and they were originally confident that they would be able to resist the Norwegian reinforcements, so that the main force could eliminate the Norwegians in front of them.

"Oh oh oh ~~~." However, the fanatical warriors were shirtless, their long-handled battle axes held aloft in their hands, their dirty hair tangled, their lost eyes as if they could not see the shield wall and the tip of the spear in front of them.

"Poof, poof~~." The fastest zealot slammed headfirst into the shield wall, their bodies being impaled from the tip of the spear. The tip of the spear pierced through their bodies, but the fanatic warriors didn't seem to feel the pain, their bodies hanging from the tip of the spear, but they still swung their tomahawks and slashed.

"Wow~~." The Danish warrior after the Zealot's tomahawk smashed into the shield suddenly burst into the flesh and blood, and if an ordinary person was stabbed by the tip of a spear, the pain would make him incapacitated, but it was not a problem for the Zealot. They don't even have to wear armor, they arm themselves completely by brute force and madness.

"God. Save us and punish these terrible pagan warriors. The Danish bishop watched the Zealots storm the shield wall in waves, and the Zealots behind them would even split their companions in front in half, just to break the shield wall faster, and the Danish warriors were completely blinded by this bloody style of play.

"Retreat, retreat." Under the onslaught of fanatical warriors. The Danes' shield wall collapsed completely, like a broken.

"We retreated to the forest, where there were old wooden villages that had been abandoned in the past." King Banuk stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat from his face, he did not expect that the Norwegians would cleverly hide this terrible army at sea. It looks like the retreat of the Norwegians was simply a trap.

Grace sat on the throne, she stared at the window of the hall, the night had passed so long, she did not think that the Norwegians were so cunning and treacherous, could they really only wait for the enemy to surround the walled city.

"Her Royal Highness, Her Royal Highness." When the rising sun shone in her rays, Queen Grace of Denmark was woken up by a servant, and she fell asleep on her throne.

"Ah, what's wrong? Could it be that the Norwegians have already surrounded us? Grace opened her eyes and said to the servant.

"No, Your Highness the Queen, there is a messenger from Mecklenburg, who says that he has a message from the Duke of Mecklenburg." The servant shook his head and reported to Queen Grace.

"Mecklenburg? Ah, let him in. After Grace reacted, she immediately stood up and said to the servant.

Grace couldn't help but secretly complain to herself, why she didn't think of asking Mecklenburg for help, but she thought they could handle it on their own, but now she was a little worried that it was too late.

"Messenger from Mecklenburg, what message did you bring with the Duke?" Wearing a queen's crown ring, otter skins on her shoulders, and a Viking dress, Grace sat on the queen's throne to receive the emissaries.

"Your Royal Highness, Mecklenburg's merchant ships to other kingdoms have been attacked by the Norwegians, causing a lot of losses to the Duke, who hopes that the King of Denmark will be able to restrain the Norwegians." The messenger stood in front of Grace and spoke to her respectfully, curious as to why he had not seen the King of Denmark.

"How did you get here, Courier?" Grace straightened up and asked the messenger.

"Horseback riding, Your Majesty the Queen." The messenger replied in confusion.

"Well, you should change the way you go back, a quicker way." A smile tugged at the corners of Grace's mouth, and now she didn't worry about her husband, or the fate of Denmark, but sympathized with the enemies they faced together.

As Grace had said, the messenger had returned by boat, and the Danes had taken him back to port in a boat, and within a day of his return, Arold had received news from Denmark.

"You mean the Danes are fighting the Norwegians, and the Danish king has lost?" Wearing a blanket over his body, Arold sat in the chamber listening to the messenger's message, and there was another person in the chamber who was Harvey.

"Yes, my honourable duke, the Queen of Denmark told me so, and she repeatedly asked us to come to our rescue, and as soon as possible." The messenger respectfully reported to Arrod that he was wet.

"It looks like we're going to have to intervene and can't afford to lose a worthy ally." Arold smashed his mouth, he didn't expect to meet Grace so soon, he originally thought that he would basically never meet in this life.

"By the time we pass, the King of Denmark will surely be killed." Harvey shook his head and said to Arrod.

"No, we're bringing the army in a ship, just in time for us to form a new seafaring caravan, and the ship we bought is just in time for use." Arold understood the importance of sea power, fast sea transportation, and the ability to project troops to the coast.

"Understood, but what if the Norwegians sent pirates to intercept it?" Harvey asked again, as the head of the intelligence organization, Harvey must think about the bad first.

"Knock out the Norwegians' sea power first." Arold picked up a model of a wooden ship on the conference table and said to Harvey.

"I know from Soros that the Norwegians are not bad at sea, and once they jump on board, our people are no match at all." Harvey learned from Soros that Norwegians often liked to pull their ships on and then the valiant Norwegian warriors jumped on them and killed the sailors on the opposing ship in close combat.

"That's what I've thought of too, and it would surprise the Norwegians to have Grace lend me all her Viking ships to renovate my dockyard and smelting base." Arold touched his chin and smiled mysteriously, as a time-traveler, he could use all his experience and knowledge.

"Oh, what the hell do you have again?" Harvey laughed too, whenever Arold thought of a mysterious idea, it was when the enemy was unlucky, and she really looked forward to seeing what Arold would do.

"Look, huh, damn Norwegians." Arold wrapped the blanket around him, picked up the wooden boat model in his hand, and muttered to himself.

(To be continued.) )