[Sorry! Today, because of something.,Come back late.,Maybe some readers know that there is no manuscript in the whole picture.,Every day to code words.,So this chapter was written a little late.,The whole product is sorry to you.。 By the way, please see that I have worked so hard, recommend, Sanjiang, a collection can not be less, thank you. 】

On a strange continent far south from Scandinavia, a group of men and women, young and old, almost all of them shivering!

Around them, a group of European men with hatchets in their hands were watching them with fierce eyes.

Not far from where they stood, two youths were holding daggers and cutting people on a pile of colorful clothes.

Not far away, men and women shivered with their heads down, women and children hugged each other and cried softly, and men lowered their heads and learned to be ostriches!

At this moment, it was the two brothers Evan and Sam who were rummaging in the ground, and they were very serious about picking up their clothes one by one and removing the copper and iron ornaments on them one by one.

For the barren Navia, these things are as useful as they are in large quantities.

"Evan! You stay here to watch the captives!

I haven't touched it since it started!

It's uncomfortable to be idle.

I'll take a few people to search this big stone house.

It just so happened that everyone also rested, and we will go directly after a while with a few cars! ”

Looking at the people who had come back from scavenging the dishes, Olaf said to Evan, who was squatting on the ground with a look of money.

"Okay! Bring a few more people!

This is definitely the most rewarding, be careful! ”

Hearing Olaf's words, Evan raised his head and agreed without thinking about it, he knew that Olaf was in the prime of life, so he didn't let him move, and he didn't know how to clean himself up when he went back?

Besides, Olaf is very relieved to go to Evan, at least Olaf is his own person.

Watching Olaf walk towards the back of the monastery with seven or eight of his clansmen, Evan withdrew his gaze and continued his fortune manipulation.

"Ahh

Not long after Olaf left, there was a sudden scream from the back of the monastery, which instantly reached everyone's ears.

"Ole! A few of you stay. ”

When Evan heard this scream, he rushed out of the hall as soon as possible, and said to Ole and the others without looking back, along with him, seven or eight other clansmen, running towards the place where the sound came from.

When he rushed to the back of the monastery, he saw several clansmen holding wooden shields in the middle of a man, who was visibly wounded, and an arrow stuck in his abdomen, shaking with the movement of his body.

From the moment the voice sounded, Evan knew that it was his adoptive father Olaf who made the voice, they had lived together for so long, and they were quite familiar with Olaf's voice, so he rushed over regardless of it at the first time.

Seeing Olaf in the middle with a wooden shield held by several clansmen, he was now supported by one of his clansmen with one arm and the other hand at the wound, shrugging his head, hunching his body, and staggering in their direction.

Seeing Olaf, who was injured at this moment, Evan's heart burst into flames, and at this moment! Screams rang out from a small house not far away.

The sound came and stopped suddenly, and soon there was no sound, and Evan came to Olaf for the first time and looked at his wounds.

I saw that the whole arrow in his abdomen pierced deeply, and blood dripped down the wound, and his face was ugly at the moment, a little yellow, but he was still very conscious.

"I'm fine! Don't worry! ”

Olaf looked up at Evan with an anxious face, and tried to squeeze out a smile as he spoke.

"I brought herbs and found a flat place.

Let him lie down, and the arrow will be drawn out at once.

It's late and you're in trouble! ”

The people who were holding Olaf said anxiously to Evan.

Evan knew that he was Olaf's best friend, called "Ivar", and looking at this anxious man, Evan felt sincerity.

"Thank you!"

He took Ivar's hand, nodded at the other, and thanked him very sincerely.

Watching Ivar and several of his clansmen rush to a hut with Olaf in their hands, the anger in Evan's heart erupted like a volcano.

He turned and drew the short axe from his waist and rushed towards the Tibetan hut, but before he could reach the door, four bloodied tribesmen had already come out of it.

Seeing their daggets, which were still dripping with blood, the people in Evan Zhilu were dead.

But at this moment, his eyes were red, he felt that anger would burst out of his body at any time, and only venting could he calm down, he turned around and rushed towards the lobby with a short axe.

The four clansmen who had just come out behind him, as well as the clansmen who came with him, saw Evan running towards the lobby with an angry face, and hurriedly followed.

Before they could enter the lobby, the cries and screams of men, women and children inside came out!

When they stepped into the lobby, they saw Evan covered in blood, and he was expressionless and waved his short axe at the captives in the crowd again and again.

The Vikings themselves are bloodthirsty, and when they saw Evan lose control and cut down the captives, not only did no one come to persuade them, but everyone rushed to join the crazy party!

In a short time, everyone, including Archbishop Sebastian, fell in a pool of blood, and they did not understand until they died, they had surrendered, and they had no power to resist.

Why would that young and handsome young man with a kind smile on his face suddenly launch a bloody massacre against them?

For what they believe in the "gods"! When these demons slaughtered them, didn't they show up to save them?

With so many questions, they took the last breath of the worst!

Whether these people were good or bad, slaves or freemen, great bishops or mediocre monks, they are all equal at the moment, they die together, their blood is mixed together, they cannot tell each other!

What happened today is also destined to go down in history!

A thousand years later! This is how this history is depicted, in June 793 A.D., a dragon-headed warship suddenly appeared on the edge of the English coast and quickly docked.

The raid on the Lindisfarne Monastery near the coast and the brutal murder of all the monks and inhabitants, including the death of Archbishop Sebastian, marked the beginning of the Viking Age.

Just as Archbishop Sebastian thought at the time, he really left his name, and he could be found in the history books more than a thousand years later, but at this time he wanted to do it?

In the middle of the sea, a dragon warship cleaved the waves and made a rapid northward journey, and it was already the seventh day after their raid, and on that day they killed all their captives, and quickly returned to the battleship with a large amount of treasure and a wounded Olaf, and set sail.

They are going to be victors, back to Skadenavia, back to their clans! Back to their home!

They believed that this great voyage would bring no less impact to the tribe than an earthquake! Their names will also be sung by countless bards!

At this time! In the territory of Rolf on the Navian Peninsula, the Count of Rolf and his wife Ainar were enjoying a delicious lunch while listening to the report of the butler standing by!

In fact, Count Rolf knew the truth at the first time, and Evan and Olaf tricked more than thirty of his people into sailing south to find the ethereal legend!

When he heard the report, his first reaction was anger, incomparably angry, in this era of strict hierarchy, the clansmen disobeyed the will of the lord, that is, contempt for the lord.

If they dare to act secretly alone, it is contempt for him Rolf, in other words! That is, there is no such earl as him in his eyes.

He was about to give the order to the guards to catch these pigs and dogs who dared to disobey his orders and come back, to see if their necks were as hard as their guts.

Let the whole clan know that although he Rolf rarely appears in front of his people now, his will cannot be violated.

Just as an enraged Rolf was about to give the order, Ainar's voice of persuasion rang out, and she told the Count that he should not go and take them back now.

It's easy to kill these people, but it's a bit of a hassle to kill Olaf and Evan, not to mention anything else, as long as Rolf doesn't give up on Nala for a day, then he can't kill these two people himself.

All these years! Whether it's Rolf or Ainar, they all know more or less about Nala's temper, and this woman definitely eats soft rather than hard.

If Rolf had ordered his husband and son to be killed, this crazy woman would have done anything.

Even if she didn't retaliate, she wouldn't forgive Rolf for the rest of her life, in that case, Count Rolf would probably never get Nora, and even after using the strongest one, she would get a cold corpse.

So now the best way to do it is to be ignorant of the way! At that time, when the legend first existed, how many heroes, many powerful lords, for the ethereal legend never returned?

No one has successfully come back for so many years, can it be possible to succeed with more than 30 people? Ainar didn't believe it anyway.

As long as Olaf and Evan die in the sea, Nala will be **, and Rolf's chance will come, and at that time, I am not afraid that I will not find a good opportunity to take Nala into my pocket!

Count Rolf, who was originally furious, couldn't help but feel very justified when he heard his wife's analysis.

He then listened to the advice, extinguished his anger, and was a bystander, watching Olaf and Evan die at the bottom of the sea.

Today is the seventh day of their voyage, and listening to the report of the butler Knut, there is still no sign that any of the people in this group have returned.

This matter was specially arranged by Ainar to be monitored by guards, and he knew very well what his husband needed? Therefore, the people he arranged had to report to them as soon as possible every day.

In fact, in the hearts of Rolf and Ainar, this group of people can already pronounce death and find a rich new world? Are you kidding?

In fact, they are not the only ones who think this way, but any Viking who knows about this matter, I am afraid that their thoughts are similar to those of Rolf and Ainar.

Rolf sat quietly at the table, enjoying his meal as he heard Knut's report, and he was very satisfied, and a slight smile appeared on his face.

Since the death of his son Abbott, he has suffered from physical problems, and Nala seems to be an obsession in his heart that keeps him awake at night.

Now that his whole mind was no longer in charge of the territory, there was only one thought in his mind, and that was to take Nala into his arms.

He's going to crush this arrogant woman who rejected him under him and get her completely! Conquer her!