The golden afterglow of the setting sun shone on the mudflats and swamps, and Odin's messengers hovered overhead, their eyes fixed on the corpses of the Vikings, who believed that these crows were looking in place of Odin, watching the valiant warriors on the battlefield, and when these warriors died, their souls would be taken by Valkyrie to Valhalla, where they would fight alongside Odin, the father of the gods, in the apocalyptic moment.

"Roar, brutes, you will be cursed for betraying the gods." A Norwegian war lord roared, his head covered in a whole white wolf skin, splatters of blood splattered on leather armor.

"Don't be verbose, it's like a, the pagan god Odin will abandon you when he sees it, haha." The Danish bishop held a shield and a battle axe, and he wore a gilded cross pendant around his neck, a gift from the Holy See.

"Roar~~." Enraged, the Norwegian war lord raised his war hammer and smashed it, and the Danish bishop hurriedly resisted with a heavy round shield, and the war hammer smashed into the shield with a dull loud sound.

When the Danes saw their bishops and monks rushing side by side, their morale was greatly boosted, and their shouts of killing shook the heavens and the earth, and in order to defend the sanctity of the faith, the Danes increased their fighting power a lot. On the other hand, the combined forces of the Swedes and Norwegians were more of a rabble of many small tribes, although there were also hot-blooded and fierce men, but their equipment and weapons were too old, and many battles were lost, and they were gradually suppressed.

"Push, push them to the river." The Danish king Banuk saw the moment and ordered his army that there was a river in the border area that had been washed by the sea, right in the direction of the Norwegians.

"Hey, hey." The Danes' shield wall began to push hard, pushing the Norwegians' shield wall open a gap and squeezing the Norwegians' formation. Once the divided Norwegians were separated from the whole, they became the targets of slaughter.

Tomahawks and swords and spears from Mecklenburg beckoned to the lone Norwegians, who were unable to move because they were held up against the shield wall, even if they tried to resist.

"Retreat, retreat slowly." The Norwegian war lord raised his axe. He commanded 3,000 Norwegians, who almost blocked most of the Danish attacks, and I have to say that the Norwegians were brave, even between different tribes, they could quickly coordinate on the battlefield, and the Norwegians' shield wall slowly retreated.

"The archers cast arrows and disrupt their formation." The Danish king Banuk, who was on horseback, craned his neck, and when he saw the Norwegians slowly retreating, he immediately seized the opportunity to order.

"Yes. Your Majesty. The herald immediately conveyed the king's order, and as soon as the order was heard, the Danish archers, who were hiding in the shield wall, bent their bows and arrows, and threw them at the Norwegian position behind the shield wall.

"Whoosh~~~." The Danes' arrows flew through the air and rained down on the heads of the Norwegians, who quickly stopped and erected a tight shield wall and hid under the round shield. Listen to the jingle of arrows.

"Hold on, hold on." The Norwegian Warlord shouted to the warriors beside him.

"Whoosh. Whizzing~~. However, a second wave of arrows fell on their heads, and some of the Norwegian warriors tried to retreat, but were soon shot by the falling arrows and died in wailing.

"Why do they have so many arrows? Coward. The Norwegian War Lord cursed. They did not have the Danes' constant support from Christian countries, ostensibly a civil war between the Vikings, but in fact it was a collision of the old and the new worlds on the peninsula.

"The Danes are attacking." The Norwegian warriors looked out through the gap in the shield and saw that the Danes' shield formation had no intention of stopping, and was gradually approaching them.

"We can't hold on anymore. Hurry up and figure it out. The Norwegian War Lord turned his head and said to a Swedish War Lord beside him.

"Hmm." The Swedish war lord had a solemn expression on his face, and he knelt under his shield on one knee, beads of sweat running across his shaved head.

As the sun sank in the west, night fell on the earth, and the cold night breeze blew through the forests of the Vikan Peninsula, and the wolves howled in the forest. Grace sat on the watchtower, looking out the window, her husband Banuk leading an army against invasions from Norway and Sweden, and she couldn't help but be a little worried.

"Your Royal Highness, the little prince is asleep." The nurse put Grace's baby in the walnut cradle and said to Grace.

"His cries almost knocked the wooden building down." Grace walked over, bent down and kissed her child, her lips smiling like a crescent.

"Hehe, yes, he must be like His Majesty when he grows up. Your Royal Highness, your riddle is hard to guess, and we are all His Majesty the King, and we will never be able to climb into your bed in our lifetimes. The nurse sat on a wooden stool beside her, and took a long iron needle from the south and sewed it up, and she had to admit that the things from the southern kingdoms were exquisite, and that the Vikings used to make needles out of bone and wood, and that only coarse linen could be used for sewing, and iron needles were much more convenient.

"Hmph." Grace snorted lightly and didn't speak, if it wasn't for her repeated reminders to Banuk, how could the old man guess the riddle, but Grace didn't regret it, this was to protect the child in her womb.

"Boom, boom~~~." Suddenly, from outside the walled city sounded the sound of horses' hooves, Grace hurriedly walked to the window to look, the sentry at the gate tower of the walled city raised a torch to check, in the night there was a noisy conversation, the sentry seemed to be interrogating the origin of the other party, in the night no one would rush to open the city gate, and finally the man on the horse climbed up the tower along a rope.

"What's wrong?" Grace asked the servant who came in, her hair scattered.

"I'll take a look, don't worry Your Majesty." The servant hurriedly said to Grace.

A moment later, the servant and several sentries walked in with a Danish warrior whose face was covered in mud and blood dripping from his shoulder, and Grace hurriedly sat him down at the wooden table, and the servant brought him mead and food.

"Uh, uh, I'm sorry Your Highness, I'm hungry and thirsty." When the Danish warrior saw the wine and food, he couldn't wait to pour a sip of mead, and then calmed down a little.

"Tell me, what about my husband? What about your king? Grace rubbed her hands anxiously, she looked at the warrior's tired appearance, and faintly felt that something was wrong in her heart, but she just hoped to be able to confirm it from the warrior's mouth.

"Your Majesty, we, we have lost the battle, His Majesty is besieged in the forest, but the damned Norwegians are not able to attack us for the time being." The Danish warrior took a bite of the hard bread and swallowed it desperately before he said to Grace.

"What?" Grace was shocked to hear this, she staggered back, and knocked down the wooden chair behind her, which made a crisp sound that woke the little prince who had just fallen asleep, and he immediately danced and cried loudly in a loud voice. (To be continued.) )