Now this situation has also cut the vast territory that Ramqvist has run for several generations into three parts, and there is no time to pay attention to him for the time being, which also buys Evan time to strengthen himself, which is exactly what he needs most at the moment.

After returning to the territory, Evan was heroically received by his people, and after hearing the results of this trip, the people were not only happy, but also proud and proud to have such a brave lord to lead everyone, and in the following time, the whole tribe was like a huge machine running rapidly, and they were all preparing to go to sea.

A month later, the Navian Peninsula near the North Pole had entered winter, and four huge dragon head warships led a group of fierce Viking warriors, cheered by relatives and clansmen, into the vast sea and marched towards the New World.

While Evan was sailing at sea, a sumptuous dinner was taking place on the other side of the sea, in the British Isles. With the melodious accompaniment, the guests arrived one after another, they did not sit down for the first time, but divided into two or three people in a group to talk to each other, looking at the smiles on their faces from time to time, indicating that they were in a very good mood at the moment.

"The king has arrived!"

Just as the people at the banquet had almost arrived, a low and solemn voice sounded, and when it was heard, both the music and the conversation came to an abrupt end, and everyone stood solemnly on either side, making way for the approaching king, and bowed down with one hand to his chest.

As everyone got out of the way, a small, fat, blond European strolled down the hall. The fat man was pale, about fifty years old, wearing a golden crown, a dark red painted robe, a short, thick beard, and a pair of eyes that glanced at the female guests on both sides from time to time, looking like a hungry ghost.

Walking with him was a middle-aged woman, the woman also wore a phoenix crown on her head, but her hair was not exposed, but covered with a white cloth, and she was wearing a very simple blue dress that was very conservative, and it was not as revealing as she imagined.

It was one of the seven countries in the British Isles, the "Eastern Duck Country", and it was King Aemond and his wife Sigrid who came to this small country.

Don't look at this country as small, but as the supreme leader of this country, everyone must obey his leadership and support him.

At the end of the welcome, the king and queen sat at the top, the other nobles sat down according to their status and rank, and the maidens dressed in traditional clothes kept serving the delicacies that had been prepared one by one.

The banquet was held in a solemn and harmonious atmosphere, and King Aemond, seated on the throne, ate while eating, and his eyes swept over the maiden who served beside him. He liked these girls full of youth, he wished he could feel the lost youth from them, he loved the delicate skin of the touch girls even more, and he was now thinking about which girl to sleep in the evening.

The queen, who sat beside him, as if she had not seen her husband's ugliness, still ate the food on her plate with a haughty face, and only occasionally bowed her head could she see the resentment in her eyes.

"Your Majesty! What do you think of the Woodland Grace Monastery tragedy? ”

Sigmun, the white-robed high priest who sat next to the king, asked Aemond, who was watching the woman, as he picked up a piece of roast meat and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Dear High Priest! What happened there is a tragedy, please mourn! ”

A flash of anger flashed across Aemond's face, but when he turned to face Sigmund, he was sad and spoke softly.

This can't be blamed on King Aemond for learning to change his face, although he is a king, but in this land, sacrifice is the spokesman of God, his power is sometimes greater than that of the king, the king can kill a person at any time, but if he offends the sacrifice, it means that he has sinned against God and faith, which is unforgivable, and this will bring disaster to destroy the country.

Therefore, there are seven kings on high in this land, but the real power of the church is indeed the church, they may have absolute power in the eyes of outsiders, but they will give countless treasures and food to the church every year to show their respect for God and support these God's spokesmen.

Therefore, in spite of his extreme anger in his heart, King Aemond tried his best to show piety, so as not to give the other party an obvious handle, which would arouse the disgust of the high priest.

"To those abominable infidels! What is the response of His Majesty the King? Sigmund was very pleased with His Majesty's reaction, and his tone couldn't help but slow down.

Although Sigmund was the spokesman of the gods, they were monks, but who did not covet power, this feeling of superiority made him want to stop. From time to time, he wants to knock down the fat man who is surrounded by women and enjoyment, so that he will never forget who the real owner of this land is.

"Didn't this group of northerners leave? We've searched our territory for the first time and haven't found them? Listening to the survivors that they left in a big boat? What else do we need to be prepared against? When Aemond heard the words of the high priest, he couldn't help but be stunned, and said casually without thinking about it.

Hearing Aemond's answer, the high priest couldn't help but burst into flames, this stupid person with a pig's brain, except for Zhilu Dao enjoyment and women, he was really useless, and he didn't know how the Dao God could choose such a fool to inherit the land left to him by his father, didn't his father have any other heirs to choose at that time?

"Your Majesty, although they left by boat, does that mean that these heretics will not come back again? I think you know what I mean? Sigmund suppressed the anger in his heart, and asked King Aemond with a solemn face.

Hearing the words of the high priest, the king, who had a relaxed face, couldn't help but feel a shock in his heart, remembering the report that the soldiers had made to him, the originally sacred church had been ransacked, all the monks and villagers had been killed, and the corpses were all over the field and rivers of blood.

Bowing his head and pondering for a moment, Aemond's mind went blank, his king was passed down to him by his valiant father, he was not good at such things as fighting wars, he was only obsessed with food and beautiful women in his life, at this time the words of the high priest could not help but make him irritable, and the corner of his eyes swept to the man sitting at the table and feasting, and his eyes couldn't help but light up.

"Henry! You have given a report to all of you, and I have assigned you the arrangements for the defense of the northern infidels! Aemond asked, looking down with a gleam in his eyes.

As his words fell, a middle-aged man in armor not far away dropped the food in his hand and stood up in a hurry, perhaps because he stood up too quickly or the armor he was wearing was too heavy, as he stood up, the wine glass in front of him fell on the table, and the wine spilled on the table.

The one who stood up was none other than his great general, Henry, who had a strong body, looked powerful, and had a full beard, which looked a little too honest and lacked shrewdness.

Seeing that his most loyal general had been in a mess at the table because of his panic, King Aemond couldn't help but close his eyes, not wanting to see everyone's mocking eyes.

"Report to Your Majesty! According to your deployment, we have carried out non-stop patrols of the coastline within the territory, and all officers and men have canceled their rest, and are fully prepared to eliminate the infidels as soon as they are found. Unfazed by a trivial matter, Henry spoke loudly in the direction of the king and the high priest.

"Yes! You did very well! Aemond was very happy to hear that the general he relied on had given him all the credit, and he couldn't help but praise him.

"And how are you going to punish the infidels?" When the high priest heard the answer, he nodded slightly at Henry, and then asked.

"We have the best soldiers, the best weapons, and we have an overwhelming superiority in numbers, and if the thirty or so infidels dare to set foot on our territory, I will make them come and go, and let them see the sharpness of our swords." Henry said loudly with an arrogant face, in his heart, the thirty or so heretics were like cattle and sheep waiting to be slaughtered, and his soldiers could absolutely slaughter them at will.

"Good! Good! Good! If you kill those heretics and wash away the shame they have brought to the Church with their blood, I will reward the soldiers heavily! When Aemond heard what his general had said to the high priest, he shouted three good words with joy, and made a promise in front of everyone.

Seven days later! The four warships were docked on the coast, and in front of them was a strange continent, and Evan was a little puzzled in his heart, this time the place they came to was not the same land as last time, but a strange land, and there was no familiar tall stone church as far as the eye could see.

Since he couldn't figure it out, Evan didn't need to bother with his brain, he knew that he didn't have very accurate navigation instruments, and it was normal for deviations to occur in the vast sea, as long as the route was correct, it would be fine.

And now he just needs to know that he is still in the British Peninsula, as for where he is on this continent now? He really doesn't need to know the way, anyway, as long as there is land, there are living people, and if there are living people, there are property and living materials, as long as there are materials, you can grab them, he doesn't need to think about sheep at all, he only needs to care about his harvest now.

Evan ordered a dozen of his clansmen to watch the boat, while the others rowed quickly toward the shore.