The Viking warriors bent down and avoided the obstacles as much as possible, and gradually approached the port, which had developed from a fishing village, and was inhabited by a dozen fishermen, and there was an inn and storehouse for the merchants and travelers who came here, the inn was a two-story wooden building, and the upper floor was five simple rooms, and on the floor was a dozen hay mattresses and a smelly old wool blanket, on which guests could lie and rest their tired bodies after the voyage, But if you want to bake your clothes and shoes wet from the cold spray, and drink a little hot ale, then you have to go on the first floor, where the shrewd innkeeper serves drinks and broth, and if you pay a little extra money, you can also eat fluffy Mecklenburg bread and bacon.

The fishermen went to bed early in their humble huts, and they had no extravagant candles, but the torches that were planted in front of each of them shone on the road of the port, but only the inns on the west side of the port were lit even at night, and the merchants sat together drinking hot ale, chatting with each other about the hardships of the sea voyage and the changes in the price of goods in various places.

"Squeak." But on that night in the harbor came a group of uninvited guests, tall in leather or chain mail, carrying tomahawks and shields in their hands, and their animal skin boots creaking on the ground, and by the light of the torches planted on both sides of the street, their shadows grew like a group of devils haunting the night.

"Whew." A fisherman's child, waking up from his sleep. He was only five years old, but he was already able to help the family with some work to remove fish intestines, but now he woke up because of the liquid in his bladder, and rubbed his eyes with his hands, and in a daze, he walked out of the hut full of fishy smell, and stood outside the door unbuttoning his pants and peeing, but when he came back to his senses, his eyes widened, and the legend of giants told him by his mother and his brothers at night appeared in front of him, and he saw a group of hideous-looking giants walking by his door. Some of them were glaring at him viciously.

"Shh~~." Suddenly, one of the giantesses stretched out her hand to block her companion. Walked up to him and stretched out his finger and shh So as soon as he entered the hut, he slipped into the crook of his mother's sleeping arm. I didn't even dare to raise my head.

"Look. Where there are lights. When Grace saw the little boy enter her home, she straightened up and turned in the direction of the inn, counting where it was most lively in the silence of the night. She said to Krezer.

"It's an inn, where the merchants rest." Krezer knew what it was, and he said to his companions.

"Great, let's go ransack them." Another Viking warrior, whipped his tomahawk and licked his lips with his tongue, risking being subverted by the sea, eating cold food just for this moment.

"Let's go on a killing spree, it's the will of the god Odin." A smile appeared on Krezer's face, and he led the way towards the inn with his tomahawk, and the other Viking warriors looked delighted, and they followed closely behind Kreeser.

Just as the guests in the inn were gulping ale and were already slightly drunk, suddenly a chopping sound sounded, and the huge chopping sound was so huge and surprising, for a moment the guests in the inn were dumbfounded, and they watched the wooden door of the inn being split a crack little by little, but then the sound stopped, and a brave merchant stepped forward, but was startled by an eye exposed in the gap, and then the chopping sound sounded again.

"Boom~~." The wooden door of the inn finally fell, and in the light of the candlelight in the inn, a tall man with a battle axe blocked the doorway, and when he stooped in, revealing his chain mail and unkempt wet hair, his green eyes scanned the panicked merchants in the inn, and in his glance the merchants retreated, smashing the tables and chairs to the side.

"Yes, it's a Viking." Suddenly, a traveler recognized the identity of the great man, his face pale with fright, his throat tearing as if he had been pinched, and he cried out, and the other merchants screamed and grabbed a weapon they could find.

"Oh~~." But Krazer's movements were faster, he roared like a thunderstorm, raised his battle axe and slashed at the nearest merchant, a spurt of blood spurted from the merchant's erect neck, he screamed and fell to the spot, and suddenly the inn was in chaos, from outside the inn continued to rush into the strong Viking warriors, they thundered with their battle axes, slaughtered in the crowd, the inn that could only be heard laughter and laughter on weekdays, but now it became a slaughterhouse, the tomahawk split the bones and made a breaking sound, The terrible screams of those who were slashed mixed together.

"Whew." Kraser's face was stained with blood, his right hand was greasy with the handle of the tomahawk, and after killing four people in a row, he felt his throat a little thirsty, so he walked over to a wooden table, pushed one of the merchants who had fallen on the wooden table, threw him to the ground, picked up the jug full of ale, raised his head and gulped down the wine, by which time the blood in the inn had soaked the bottom of his boots.

"Search their purse bags, hah, so much money." After mercilessly killing the last of the merchants, the Viking warriors began to loot the corpses of the merchants, taking the money bags from their waists for themselves, not even the jars and jars in the inn, which were worth a lot of money in their hometown.

"What now?" Grace, the shieldmaid, wiped the blood from her face with her sleeve and turned to Krazier.

"Put the loot back on our ship and withdraw it for the time being tonight." Krezer walked to the window of the inn, he looked up at the three towers in the middle of the harbor, standing like guards in the darkness, the sound of the inn had already caused the soldiers in the towers to stir, and several torches were lit on each floor of the towers, and the cunning Krazer planned to lure the guards out of the towers, and then destroy them one by one, and then raid the place, a good hunter is always very patient. (To be continued......)

PS: Once stupid, a dream for ten years, woke up, who is he?

In troubled times, his heart as a spectator still wants to be a hero after all.

Zhuge Liang is divided into three parts of the world in the thatched house, and Liu Zhang's plan is to rule the country

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