Kreizer carefully identified the dragon-headed warship approaching him, and if there was a flag on it, he could tell whether it was a ship sent by the King of Denmark to meet him, or a pirate who tried to rob, in this part of the Baltic Sea, there were many pirates who lived by robbing merchant ships, fishermen in the tribe on weekdays, and occasionally made a cameo appearance as a pirate.

"There are no signs hanging on the side of the ship." The Viking warriors who operated the rudder saw that the ship did not have any flags hoisted, but only a row of round shields hanging from the side of the ship, and it seemed that they had encountered pirates who ate black and black.

"Prepare for battle, blow the trumpet." Kraezer grabbed the rope of the ship and shouted loudly to the Viking warriors paddling on the boat, blowing the horn with two intentions, one was to identify the other party, and the other was to boost morale and prepare for battle.

"Woo~~~." A low horn sounded, and on the bumpy and undulating sea, the same dragon-headed warships were approaching each other, and it seemed that the other party was also paddling with all their might, rushing straight towards them.

"Prepare for war, prepare for war." Although the Viking warriors on the Krazer ship were exhausted, they still grabbed the battle axes around them and took off the log shields hanging on the side of the ship, the Vikings fought between them at sea was usually a string battle, when the two ships were close to a distance of one person, they would put up the gangplank, and then the Viking warriors would hold the battle axes and shields, and one by one they boarded the gangplank to fight with each other on the gangplank, the loser would fall into the sea, and the blood often washed the gangplank, which was an extremely bloody way of fighting at sea, There were also timid Vikings who jumped into the sea and fled. However, no one will hunt down these escapees, because in the eyes of the other Vikings they are already dead, and no one in his family will recognize his existence.

Sure enough, they were approached by two pirate warships, either Swedes or Norwegians, and the Scandinavian Vikings were numerous and competed with each other, and they were like wolves between different tribes, and anyone who showed weakness would be targeted.

"Oh woo~~~." The other party took back the wood pulp that had protruded from the ship, allowing the boat to approach with the help of the waves. When two ships are close to each other. The Viking warriors standing on either side of the ship raised their battle axes and shields and roared at each other, their faces all murderous.

"Smack~~." Three gangplanks were set between the two ships, and the bravest Viking warriors were the first to step on them. Krezer, of course, jumped up first. He held a tomahawk and shielded his body. When one of the opposing Viking warriors jumped up, Krazer was not afraid and rushed forward to slam his shield at him, and the Viking warriors who were inspired behind him followed him one by one. The springboard, which could only accommodate one person to walk, suddenly creaked.

King Knuba of Denmark has been a little restless these days, he always wanders outside his palace, watching the never-ending waves crashing against the rocks in the distance, and bad dreams always appear in his sleep, but the prophets think that this is completely his care, and the divination and illusion of a qiē are very auspicious symbols, but even then he is still a little anxious.

"They're back." Suddenly, a horn sounded from the docks, and Danish guards rushed to Knumba.

"Oh." The Danish king Knuba hurriedly strode towards the dock, he was dressed in a large hat made of white wolf skin, looking noble and mighty, and when people saw Knuba's arrival, they hurriedly made way of a way, so that he could see a dragon-headed warship gradually approaching from the sea, he knew that this warship was his ship, when the ship approached the dock, the iron anchor was dropped, the ship was fixed on the water, and the people on the dock hurriedly tied the rope to the stake.

"Why are so few people coming back, and what about the others?" King Knouba of Denmark looked at the people who had disembarked from the Viking warship, each wounded, looking like a wolf, and carrying the corpses of several Viking warriors.

"We're back." At this time, Krezer, covered in blood, jumped from the side of the ship to the dock, and the sound of women and children was full of cries, and on the way back he met the pirates, and only after a bloody battle did he repel the pirates, which made him feel that the journey was really dangerous.

"Krezer to my palace." The Danish king Knumba's face was a little unsightly, not only did he lose two ships, but even his soldiers were killed and wounded, and his face couldn't help but turn blue.

Kreeser knew that his raid had been a failure, so he had to follow the Danish king towards the palace, thinking as he went to convince the king, and when he entered the palace, the Danish king Knumba was sitting on his lord's seat, and several palace guards were standing on one side with spears and shields.

"Krezer, how much did you gain from this raid?" Danish King Knumba put his hand on his chin and said to Kreze.

"We raided the port of Mecklenburg, sacked the port and got some goods, but when we were ready to continue the operation, the Duke of Mecklenburg led an army to fight us, they outnumbered us, and the cavalry fought and we failed, and had to return to the ship." Kreeser simply told the Danish king Knuba what had happened, but exaggerated Arold's strength, which was also to shirk his own responsibility, otherwise the Danish king would not have executed him immediately.

"Well, but my ship is wrecked, and the samurai are dead." The Danish king's expression was only a little loosened when he heard that they had sacked the harbor and obtained the goods, but he was still very angry at the loss of ships and warriors.

"I know it was my mistake, and I'm willing to pay my share of the loot as compensation." Krazer said hurriedly.

"Well, but even that isn't enough." King Knumba of Denmark waved his hand and said to Kreeser.

"Then let's go and raid Mecklenburg again, the riches there are beyond our imagination, let's gather more troops." Krezer said agitatedly.

"Enough, I can afford to fail once, but once again I need to think about it, Krezer, you go down first, let me think about it." King Knuba of Denmark sent Kreezer away, but after Kreeser left, he summoned a Viking warrior who had accompanied him on the expedition.

"陛xià." The Viking warrior had been struck in the cheek with an axe, almost splitting his face in half, but he was still alive and well in front of the Danish king, wrapped in linen.

"Tell me what happened." Of course, the Danish king Knumba would not trust an outsider, and he wanted to listen to his Viking warrior again.

"It's about the same as Kreeser said, but I have a feeling that the Count of Mecklenburg at that time seemed to have known that we were coming, and he stationed three towers in the harbor so that we could not control the port at all, and then we were attacked by the army of the Count of Mecklenburg."

"You mean we've already seen through our actions?" The Danish king Knumba's brow furrowed, and he secretly wondered in his heart whether the Count of Mecklenburg had the ability to predict the future, and if so, of course the raid would be meaningless, or if the Norwegian named Krezer was a liar and a spy, and he had been sent to weaken himself.

"Yes, there is one more thing, the life and death of the shield girl Grace is unknown." The Viking knight thought for a moment and said to the Danish king Knumba.

"What?" The Danish king Knumba stood up in surprise, he had other plans for the daughter of the former Danish king, but now his life and death were unknown, which made him very angry.

"I'm sorry, it was too chaotic, the cavalry of the Mecklenburgers attacked our flanks and rear, the shield formation was broken and everyone was torn apart, and no one could take care of anyone." The Viking warrior said helplessly.

"All right, you go down." The Danish king Knumba had no choice but to let the wounded Viking warrior retreat, and he walked restlessly up and down the halls of his palace, and after a while he walked up the wooden staircase on the side of the palace and ascended to the second floor of the king's room.

"Knuba, where are you?" Suddenly a woman's moan came from the room, and Knuba walked over to see a withered woman lying on the bed with her eyes sunken deeply, her lips cracked and her skin bursting, and an empty wooden cup on the wooden box next to the bed.

"Here you go." Knuba poured some water into the cup and fed it to the woman, his wife, the Queen of Denmark, who had rarely been out of the house since she became seriously ill.

"Uh-huh~~." After the woman drank the water, she fell into a deep sleep, and looking at her terrible appearance like a skeleton, Knuba felt disgust and hatred for why the gods would torture his queen so much, instead of taking her away quickly.

When Knuba walked to the palace window, he saw that on the port dock at the foot of the mountain, the bodies of the Viking warriors who had died in battle were placed on firewood by their relatives, and then poured whale oil, and all the inheritance and belongings of the deceased were piled up on it, and then it was burned with a fire, and if there was a slave, then his slave would be pressed next to the corpse, and the relatives of the deceased would take a sharp battle axe, kill it and burn it together, so that the deceased could be served by slaves in the next life, Black smoke billowed from the burning corpses into the sky, and ravens flew and circled around, making strange quacks.

"God Odin, I curse you, you have brought shame upon me." Danish King Knumba looked at the smoke-filled docks and the cries of his own people, and he clenched his fists and said angrily. (To be continued......)