The news of the opening of the German mercenary group came, Count Lauzitz and Brother Robert looked at each other, although the German mercenary group left a little early, but their purpose was achieved, with the departure of Arrod, the castle will be in a vacuum of power, for Count Lauzitz his opportunity has come.

"What? Arold elected his father, Baron Wendell, as the new courtier. When Count Lauzitz heard the news, he did not expect that Arold would leave behind before leaving, recommending his father to become the new court minister, and his brother Yves to become a general, taking control of the political and military power of the Mason court.

"Don't worry, Lord Earl, we still have time to figure out how to deal with Baron Wendell and his son before Arrod is at war with the Vikings." Brother Robert comforted Count Lautzitz.

They pinned their hopes on Kreze, the Viking leader who was sailing through the Øresund Strait on a ship towards the Danish king's domain, who had chosen the Danish territory instead of his native Norway, and perhaps Kreeser had his own considerations, and the ship finally arrived at Danish territory on the Naviskan Peninsula after a day and night of sailing.

Krazer jumped over the side of the boat and jumped off the docked boat, his feet on the solid and cold earth, the towering mountains, the snow at the top of the peaks, Krazer took a deep breath, the icy cold wind entered his lungs, which made him refreshed, he looked at the familiar Qiē around him and nodded with satisfaction, the port was developed from a fishing village. The fishing village belonged to the Danish king Knuba, and Krezer had come to seek his support.

Knubba's palace was built on a high mountain, built of wood to accommodate more than thirty warriors at the same time, in the style of a Viking longhouse, not in a palace built of solid stone, like the kings of their southern neighbors or more southern, the land of the Naviskan Peninsula was invaded by the cold Arctic winds, and the land froze for a long time, so the living conditions were extremely difficult, even the kings and nobles of the tribe could not talk about material luxury.

"Who's coming?" As Kratzer walked halfway up the mountain, he was blocked by two guards armed with spears and draped in animal fur. The two guards looked at the uninvited guest. They judge whether the other person's intentions are friendly or hostile.

"I'm Kreeser from Norway. Val, the son of Eric, came to meet the rightful king of Denmark, the Venerable Knuba. Kraere hurriedly said to the guards.

"Wait a minute." The guards standing next to the tree glanced at Krezer, and one of them put away his spear. Turn around and walk towards the wooden house. Kraser's ears were keenly audible to the sound of the bowstring tauting. He knew that archers with longbows were watching him in the bushes on both sides of the path, and that if he made any rash move, their arrows would shoot mercilessly.

"His Majesty the King asked you to come in." After a while. The retribution guard finally returned and spoke to Krezer, who strode after the guard while the archers in the bushes returned to their posts.

"Boom~~~." The door of the house was pushed open, and Kratzer strode in, the walls of this longhouse wooden house were made of straw bricks as the Vikings called, and they were made of hay mixed with mud and simple baking, and when Kratzer walked in, he heard a cheer, since childhood, the Vikings loved all kinds of competitive games, they tried equestrian, weightlifting, rowing, sailing, and swimming, and the annual tribal congress was also the Olympic Games in Northern Europe. The most popular sport is wrestling, which creates an open field with a pointed boundary stone in the center, and the two sides of the competition push each other hard against the stone, in addition to archery, skiing, and ice skating. All of these competitions are designed to make a stronger warrior, even if you hide in the house in winter.

I saw two shirtless/naked men wrestling in the house, surrounded by a circle of Viking warriors holding wine glasses and drinking mead, and near the inside, King Knuba of Denmark sat on a high-backed chair, wearing the king's crown on his head and wrapped in a warm fur coat, leaning forward and staring directly at the wrestling men in the field, gritting his teeth and clenching his fists in full concentration.

"Yikes." Suddenly, the brown-haired man slammed his opponent into the dirt, and the surprise of this attack was quite orderly, which made Krazer sigh.

"Okay~~~." Knuba excitedly stood up and raised his glass, and drank the mead inside, and the people drank the wine and rejoiced, and marveled at the victor.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty King Knuba, the ruler of Denmark, thank you for allowing me to see me." Krezer took advantage of this opportunity to hurriedly step forward and speak to the Danish king Knumba.

"Oh? Uninvited guest, you say you're from Norway, but I think you're a spy, so are you a warrior or a despicable spy? Knuba burped and sat down in his high-backed chair and said to Kraser.

"I am a Norwegian warrior, and I lead my own army of sixty good men, wandering around for trade and adventure." Krazer knew that he could not show any weakness in the face of the Danish king, and that he had to act like a real Viking warrior, otherwise he would be despised by these Danes, so he straightened up and said loudly in a rough voice.

"Ah, my ears are fine, last winter when a group of Norwegian pirates attacked the farms in my territory, and I didn't have any meat to eat all winter, do you have nothing to do with them?" Danish King Knuba propped up his chin with his left hand, he looked at the strong Norwegian warrior in front of him, at this time the Danish Viking warriors around him had put their hands on the hilt of their swords, as long as Krezer's answer was slightly wrong, there was a possibility of blood spattering on the spot, the Vikings of the entire Naviscan Peninsula were pirates, and when they met the strong, they traded peacefully, and when they met the weak, they became thieves, and as a result, when everyone was a thief, no one could live in peace.

"I swear to the god Odin that I have nothing to do with the pirates who raided your territory, and if you allow it, the next time they come to invade your property, I will take my sword and cut off the heads of those pirates and sacrifice them to you." Kratzer waved his arm and replied loudly to Knuba, and his answer was very satisfying to the king.

"Hahaha, that's good, come and give this friend a glass of mead." King Knuba of Denmark laughed and commanded his servants. (To be continued......)