Three dragon-headed Viking ships, breaking through the waves, headed straight for Mecklenburgshire, and in two days they would reach the shore and launch an attack on Arrod's territory, Krezer stood at the bow of the dragon-headed warship, one of his feet on the neck of the dragon-head, the salty smell of the sea breeze blowing on his face, his hair dancing with the wind, and he felt as if he were one with the ship.

"What's wrong with your arm? Scratched by a cat? From behind him came the voice of a woman, who was followed by Grace, a tall Norse woman with blond hair and a strong body, a fierce warrior under the Danish king.

"Cats?" Krazer raised his arm in surprise to realize that Harvey had left him with such a deep scar, and he grinned, and it was so apt to describe it as a cat with teeth and claws, I really didn't know what the mysterious woman was.

"Hmph, woman." Looking at Frazer's look, the shieldmaid Grace immediately understood, she turned around and hugged her arms, looking at the endless sea, she was wearing a leather mixed jacket, her long golden hair was thrown back in braids, and there was a short-handled axe pinned to her waist, the axe was very sharp, and it could be seen that she used a whetstone to polish the blade on weekdays, and the axe was carefully carved in the shape of flowers and vines.

"It's none of your business, get ready, we'll be in the waters of Mecklenburg in no time." Kratzer stared ahead and looked up at the sky, it was early in the morning, the sun was not yet strong, and just then a mist appeared in front of them.

"Is it fog?" Grace rested her hand on the side of the boat. Looking at the fog that appeared in front of them, the crew also stopped the wood pulp in their hands, and they looked at Krazer in the direction of the dragon's head, not understanding whether this sign was auspicious or evil.

"Great, the fog can obscure our whereabouts, it's Loki's miracle." A smile appeared on Kraser's face, the fog allowed them to approach without being noticed by the people in the harbor, and the purpose of the raid was to be as silent as a beast hunting its prey.

"Loki."

"Loki."

The port of Mecklenburg County is home to not only merchants, but also fishermen who depend on the fishing industry for their livelihood. On a jutting rock off the coast. A Mecklenburgshire fisherman sits on it, his bare feet hanging on the rocks, wearing a felt hat and holding a wooden fishing rod firmly in his hand. Next to it is a wooden barrel. Inside is water to ensure that the fish caught are fresh. When the barrels are full, they can be returned to the port to sell the freshly caught fish to the fishmongers.

"Why hasn't the fog cleared for so long today?" The fisherman is surrounded by a thick fog and likes to fish early in the morning. It was so quiet that the fish were very easy to take the bait, and just as he was complaining about the fog, a black shadow suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and the shadow seemed to be a giant snake with its head held high, and in astonishment he almost threw away the rod in his hand, and stood up, and kicked over the bucket beside him, and several fish in the bucket jumped on the rocks.

"Squeak~~~." With the sound of the bottom of the ship rubbing against the ground, three dragonheads washed up the shore with the waves, and several Vikings jumped from the side of the boats, the water covered their shins, and they grabbed the side of the ship and pushed the narrow dragonheads against the waves.

"This is the port of Mecklenburg?" Grace, the shield girl, jumped off the boat with Krezer, she looked around, the rocks and a small wood, no matter how you look at it, it is impossible to see that it is a populated port, could it be that they are going in the wrong direction, but Kreeser who led the team is very confident.

"No, you have to walk some way further to the harbor, and see a rock that looks like an old man? I remember it. Kratzer pointed ahead with the short-handled battle axe in his hand, and a rock looming in the fog did look like an old man looking at the sea.

"Odin often appears in the form of an old man, and this must be the will of the god Odin." Grace, the shieldmaiden, looked up at the rock that stood on the shore, as if it had been patiently waiting for them.

"That's right, Odin."

"Odin." The other Vikings rejoiced and were inspired to encounter the miracles of the gods as they set out on their way, and they made their way along the coastline towards the harbor, appearing in the grove outside the harbor of Mecklenburg as the fog on the sea was dispelled by the increasingly hot sun.

"Look, that's what I'm talking about." Krazer smiled with joy as he looked at the merchants busy in the harbor and the ships laden with goods leaning against the docks, and the other Viking warriors laughed as they clenched their battle axes and shields, and bent down to raid and plunder.

"Wait a minute, you see there are arrow towers in the harbor." Grace, the shieldmaiden, stopped them, and she saw the tops of three towers looming in the harbor, partially obscured by the surrounding houses, but discernible enough.

"Arrow Tower?" Kratzer stretched out his battle axe to remove the branches that stood in front of him, and he frowned and looked closely, Grace was right, indeed there were three arrow towers in the harbor.

"What should I do?" Others asked Krezer, who was the head and leader of the operation, and according to the traditional law of the Vikings, a free man must unconditionally obey the orders of the chief during the operation.

"Hmm." Krezer wanted to lead this group of Viking warriors to loot the harbor full of goods and ships full of supplies, and kill all these weak Germans, but reason told him that if he attacked rashly at this time, he would probably be hit by the enemy's arrow tower, and he didn't know how many defenders there were in the arrow tower, so he raised his head and looked at the sky, and said to the group of Danish pirates, "Let's rest in the woods and wait for the opportunity." ”

The Viking warriors unloaded their shields and rations and hid in the woods outside the harbor, chewing dried fish and cold food carefully, not even raising the bonfire, silent like a cruel wolf pack hidden in the forest, staring directly at the port of Mecklenburg with their own eyes that glowed blue in the night, drooling from their fanged mouths and letting out a low, anxious growl.

"It's night, it's time for us to attack, brothers." When the curtain descended on the earth, even the moon was covered by thick dark clouds, and Krezer leaned on a large tree surrounded by one person, and said to the Viking warriors, who had long since lost their patience. (To be continued......)