After the war, the weather was sunny for several days, and as the temperature gradually rose, the corpses of the dead on the battlefield began to emit a stench, but neither the Masons nor the Danes could get close, according to the Christian customs of the Masons people, it was the duty of the monks to carry the corpses and take care of the wounded, and in the war the Christians would abide by the rule of not attacking the clergy, but this time they were facing the pagan Vikings, when the monks in gray robes tried to find the wounded in the pile of corpses, In retaliation for the inhumane actions of the Vikings, when a Viking warrior entered the battlefield and attempted to carry the corpse of his companion, the Mason crossbowmen immediately returned the color.

"It's not going to go on like this, it's bad if there's a plague." Arold looked at the scavenging birds hovering over the battlefield, and at the same time looked at the crow banner in the forest, the Vikings probably had a headache for this problem at this time, Arold remembered that the Vikings traditionally buried the dead by water or cremation, and even if it was a burial, they would bury their personal belongings together, so it should be contrary to their tradition to let their companions throw their corpses in the wilderness.

Thinking of this, Arold immediately prepared his horse and walked to the tent of the Duke of Ebel, he was going to persuade the Duke of Abel to negotiate with the King of Denmark to clean up the body, when Arold walked into the tent of the Duke of Ebel, he unexpectedly saw that the Count of Thuringia was also here, and after the two counts saluted each other, Arold learned that the Count of Thuringia had also come to ask the Duke to clean up the body.

"But will the pagan Danes agree?" Duke Abel asked with some concern, the culture, language, and living customs of the Vikings were no less than another world for the Masons. Will the pagans who believe in the false gods agree with the building of this civilization?

"I think we should send an emissary, but we should try, if the body is buried again, in the event of a plague, then there will be a danger of annihilation." Arold wore a brown Germanic nobleman's robe, which had been given to him by Princess Josie before she left, and which was woven from fine linen.

"Arrod, you mean corpses have something to do with the plague?" The Duke of Abel asked in astonishment, for when he discussed this matter with the Count of Thuringia, he had proceeded entirely from Christian doctrine, but had not thought that Arold had taken this stern question from a more practical point of view.

"Yes. I'm pretty sure. In our family's Roman book, the Romans had encountered this kind of thing, because the corpses were not buried in time, so the plague was rampant, and finally the Romans were forced to evacuate the occupied territories. Once again, Arrod fooled around with the so-called Roman cheats. Listening to Arjord's words, the Duke of Abel and the Count of Thuringia looked at each other. I heard that the Romans had suffered this kind of thing. The Duke of Abel finally agreed to send an emissary, accompanied by a monk who knew the Ukan language.

"Gotta get it~~." A messenger with the Duke's banner rode out into the forest, and the brave messenger embarked on an unknown mission with only one escort and a monk. The Mason nobles and soldiers watched them from the fortified positions of pointed wooden stakes, and when the messenger reached the edge of the forest, several Viking warriors rushed out, watching them warily with battle axes in hand, but the monk immediately spoke loudly in Vikan language, and opened his hands to show no malice.

"Your Majesty, several Masons have come outside my camp with their duke's flag." A Viking warrior reported to Banuk that the Danes had encamped in the forest, like their ancestors, with wooden and pointed stakes tied to a barred horse, where the Viking warriors rested.

"Messenger, do you want to surrender?" King Banuk of Denmark sat in a tent, the Vikings' tents were low, and the floor was covered with woven blankets made by Viking women, and the clever Viking women would weave patterns into the weaving process.

"I think it's more likely to make peace." Kreser, who was sitting next to Banuk, was holding a knife and eating apples, he analyzed that although the Masons had suffered a heavy setback, their strength had not been weakened to the point of surrendering, and they must have wanted to take this opportunity to make peace between the two sides, and if so, they could knock the Masons a fortune.

"Peace, think beautifully. They have shamelessly attacked my territory, slaughtering the Vikings in it, and only their blood can wash away the stench of the Masons who set foot on my territory. The Danish king Banuk was furious at the thought of the Viking warriors being crucified outside the castle of Schleisug, and the war had turned into a war of revenge for the Vikings.

"Then at least meet the Masons and see what they have to say, right?" Kreeser said to King Banuk of Denmark.

"Alright, let them in, and by the way, go and call my monk slave Warner." Danish King Banuk nodded and ordered his men.

"On behalf of the supreme ruler of the Duchy of Mason, the mighty Duke of Abel, I have a message for you." Under the leadership of the Viking warriors, the envoy came to the Viking camp, he saw this camp composed of horses and pointed stakes, there was really a sense of déjà vu, maybe the messenger did not know that the pointed stake method used by Arold was actually the technique brought by the Norwegian Viking warriors in the British Isles, and was later learned by the English, and inserted the pointed stakes before the longbowmen to defend, and Arold learned from the films and television in the Hundred Years War between the English and the French in later generations, It's a real mess.

"This is the great Viking warrior, the son of Lusen, the king of the Danes, Banuk. Aubrey Majesty. Seeing that the messenger had no respect for Banuk, Krazer shouted angrily.

"I am a citizen of God, a courtier of the noble Duke of Mason, who does not recognize the heathen as kings." The envoy raised his head and said to the Viking warriors that for the Germanic people who had converted to Catholicism, they looked down on the heretics as barbaric and uncivilized.

"Oh, really?" The Danish king Banuk was not angry, he beckoned to his side, and the envoys saw a monk wearing a monk's robe, who was none other than Monk Warner, who had been captured by Banuk. "Sue them, am I a barbarous king?"

"It's Your Majesty." Warner, of course, did not dare to disobey Banuk's order, he walked up to the messengers, made a cross at them, and saw the arrival of a clergyman, and the Mason instinctively bent down.

"God be with you, my brother, where do you come from?" The monk who had followed Mason's messenger politely asked Warner.

"I am from the Anglo-Saxons, may God bless your brother." Warner's eyes almost burst into tears when he saw the people from Christendom, but he thought of his grand plan and spoke to the messengers with a strong grip in his heart.

"Holy monk. We are very sorry and saddened to see you kidnapped by Viking pagans. Rest assured, Lord Mason will defeat these heretics and deliver you. The messenger hurriedly comforted Warner and promised.

"Oh no, you have mistaken your honorable lord for entertaining me as his guest and allowing me to spread the gospel in his realm. So I stayed here of my own free will. Warner explained to the Masons.

"My Lord is above. You are going to preach the gospel among these savage and bloodthirsty Vikings. I doubt that these barbarians can understand the greatness of the Lord. The monks who accompanied the army thought that Brother Warner was very courageous, but the task was almost impossible to accomplish unless the Lord of Heaven himself sent the saints.

"I am willing to die for the Lord." Brother Warner said reverently. If he succeeds in spreading the gospel of the Lord among the Viking warriors, then he will be posthumously canonized by the Holy See even if he dies.

"Well, I have no intention of discussing the matter of spreading the gospel, but I would like to ask the monk to tell the king of the Vikings, and the Duke asks for a temporary truce between the two sides, so that the soldiers who died on the battlefield can be buried, which is a good thing for both sides." The messenger of Duke Mason was anxious to return to his life, so he spoke to Warner Friars.

"Yes, it's my honor to be able to put an end to the war between the two tribes." Warner Friar hurriedly agreed, and conveyed the wishes of the Masons to the Danish king Banuk, who immediately agreed not to attack while carrying the corpses and searching for the wounded.

After the Masons and Vikings reached an agreement, the battlefield gradually calmed down, the soldiers entered the battlefield to carry the corpses to clean up the battlefield, the Masons buried the corpses of their own soldiers on the side below the hills, and the Vikings carried all the corpses to the forest, and then carried them by wagons to the vicinity of Shireyisug Fort for burial, where there was a temple of the god Odin, and the Viking warriors thought that if they could be buried nearby, it would be a shortcut to ascend to the temple.

"Lord Earl, we have found Lord John Berg." Araud, who rarely prayed, knelt in his tent in front of an iron cross that he had only used as an ornament, and he prayed for the sake of the dead warriors, who felt that he should pray for their souls according to their custom, and it was at this time that Sir Ron lifted the curtain of the tent and said to Arold eagerly.

"What, where is he?" Arold opened his eyes suddenly, and he quickly stood up and asked as he faced Sir Ron.

"See for yourself." Sir Ron lowered his head, not daring to look Arold in the eye, and when he lifted the curtain of the tent, Arold saw two soldiers outside carrying a corpse wrapped in a woolen blanket, and his heart immediately fell into an ice cellar.

John Berg's body was found under a pile of Viking warrior corpses, and the Vikings who cleaned up there found that the man was wearing the armor of an obvious officer and was wearing strange decorations, so they called the Masons who were carrying the corpse next to them and pointed them out, and the group of Masons recognized the armor on John Berg's body as fine chain mail used only by the German mercenary regiment, and then reported it to the soldiers of the German mercenary regiment and carried John Berg's body away.

"Faithful friend." Arold stood in front of the body wrapped in the wool blanket, where he stood for a long time, and finally sighed and lamented the helplessness of fate, and thought to himself that this mercenary colonel didn't know if he could have the same soul crossing as himself, maybe he would live well in another world, thinking of this, Arold stretched out his hand to uncover the corner of the wool blanket, wanting to see how John Berg died, when he opened the wool blanket, he saw John Berg's face was blue and stiff, and there was a deep cut in his neck, The blood has been washed away by the rain, only to see the wound turned out to reveal white flesh, a few maggots poked their heads out of the wound, strangely there were no wounds in other places, it seems that he was stabbed by someone under a blow and died, but Arold and Sir Ron muttered in their hearts, John Berg is a battle-hardened mercenary, let alone being stabbed under a blow, even if three or four Viking warriors besieged him without a vicious fight, it is impossible to kill him, Arold remembers the first time he met John Berg, when he was testing his swordsmanship against Ogden, one of the three Boar Brothers.

"Let the miscellaneous servants clean the body of the colonel, he deserves a decent funeral." Arold said to Lord Ron.

"Yes, Lord Count." (To be continued......)