The harbor was crowded with merchants, travelers, and pedestrians chattering about the warships that had just sailed into the docks. Fortunately, the soldiers at the port reacted very quickly and brought the situation under control in time, but there was no chaos.

It's no wonder they would be surprised, as the only warship in Desmond's territory, Tirpitz, which has a very beautiful appearance, is naturally the pride of the Desmonds, but the current situation of Tirpitz is really not very good.

A large hole had been broken in the beautiful white sails, and the slender hull was full of smoky fire, and the clean deck was now dotted with countless scorched blacks. In some places, you can even see some blood stains that have not been wiped clean, and even the Imperial Eagle Flag flying on the warship seems to be a little weak. Experienced sailors could tell at a glance that this was a ship that had just come off the front line of fierce fighting.

The Viking teenagers looked a little frightened, and the pale teenagers supported each other and slowly got off Tirpitz. Sinloth glanced at it roughly, and found that the teenagers were almost all injured, but they all came back.

Not a single one is missing.

Xinluo secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, grabbed the young man in charge, and ignored the weak body of this somewhat familiar young man, the lord grabbed his shoulders and asked urgently, "What's the matter with you?" How did it come to this, Charlie and Randy? Could it be that they have encountered a large army of Normans? ”

"Yes, yes"

The golden figure flickered. The sharp artifact cut through the guards' chain mail as lightly as a knife cut through butter. Heavy shields, heavy battle axes, the guards burned with all kinds of anger. Screaming in despair. Despite their fear, they bravely rushed forward, hoping to buy time for their master to retreat.

But this qiē was meaningless in front of the golden divine sword, and after a few breaths, the loyal guards who had spent years barely training had become the souls of the dead, and the master who was supposed to take advantage of this opportunity to escape froze in place because of the fear in his heart.

It's not the same as saying yes!

There are no easy victories as the legend suggests. Not to mention the cheers of the people after the victory and the flowers of the maiden. This is just a slaughterhouse buried in life, mercilessly burying fresh lives one by one. No matter how reluctant it is. The power of the individual is meaningless at this moment, and human life has become the cheapest thing at this moment, being consumed at will.

He is noble and born superhuman. But now. He was horrified to discover that he was the same as the untouchables he would never have faced before—they were the same.

Just waiting to die.

Escape? Where can you escape? The sea was filled with the roars of the Imperial warriors and the wild laughter of the Normans, but even the military knew that it was only the Imperial army in its death-throes. The strength of the fleet composed of the lord's armament was far inferior to that of the regular army of the Empire, and even more so under his arrangement, it could be said that it could be said to collapse at the touch of a button. The outnumbered lords underestimated the madness of the Normans, and these beasts, who had been cornered, had already exerted their full strength in order to survive. And the lords did not know how to unite. Only know the power to protect yourself.

Others let him die, as long as his soldiers are okay. They were originally meritorious, and they could not afford to waste their strength for the sake of the empire.

The duke, who swore to guard the guards, originally thought the same way. But now he is the last victim. The golden crown on his head made him the target of public criticism, and even attracted the Norman leader with the artifact in hand.

He couldn't escape. The Normans did not let them go after he had given up his defenses and retreated, as the lord had told him. Looking at the momentum of the Normans, it is clear that they want to annihilate them completely!

His Excellency the Duke shuddered and glanced at the endless dark blue behind him. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Reluctantly, he said, "You can't do this to me!" I'm the Duke of the Empire, I"

"According to Norman's rules. Sons should take revenge on their father's enemies. "The fight between life and death is the most dangerous, and there is no negligence. A careless mistake may bring about the consequences of destroying the mière, even if he holds the artifact, his own anger cultivation is higher than that of the other party's personal guards. But in a desperate situation, the combat power of the group of dead soldiers should not be underestimated, although they still cleaned up the other party, but the Norman leader was obviously a little panting, his majestic chest rose and fell rapidly, and it was difficult to hide the murderous aura in his red eyes, "Go to hell, Imperial!" ”

"No!!"

No amount of wailing and despair can change the fact that the respected duke is just an ordinary person. The sword of victory sliced through the duke's hands in front of him in one fell swoop, and sliced open his chest and abdomen. The Duke fell to the ground screaming, his entrails dripping all over the ground.

Perhaps intentionally, the Duke did not die immediately.

The viscera mixed with blood spread across the floor, and the duke, whose hands had been cut off, fell prostrate to the ground, trying in vain to shove his viscera back into his belly. However, after a few times, it had no effect at all, and the breath of life still flowed quickly from the wound. Obviously he is a dying person, perhaps because of the return to the light, but the eyes of His Excellency the Duke are amazingly bright. Taking advantage of the last breath, His Excellency the Duke, who was covered in blood, roared wildly: "You, you can't do this, I am the eldest son of the great Alfred family, the Duke of England, you can't do this to me, the Alfred family will not let you go"

Looking at the imperial nobles who were howling miserably on the ground, a bloodthirsty smile appeared on the snake's face. Ivar may have made sense, handing over the artifact to the leaders of the other tribes would obviously allow them to settle down for a while without affecting their plans. It's just that reason is to reason, and emotion is to emotion.

That feeling of betrayal can't be eliminated no matter what. Even if the brothers privately gave themselves the sword of victory, it is still the same. Snake Eyes doesn't run to fight with her big brother over this. The man had become more and more majestic lately, and the snake-eyes didn't even dare to look directly at him.

So, go kill someone. Kill the Imperials. He's always right to kill, right?

"Great Alfred? No, I didn't see it. All I saw was an old dog lying on the deck, dying. ”

The strong arm reached into the huge cut on the duke's body, and rudely touched it. How could this inhuman pain be endured by a pampered duke? The duke, whose breath was already extremely weak, let out a violent wail, but the snake eye didn't care about this, and continued to pull out the flesh and bones in his abdomen, and the divine sword in his right hand swung several times. Chop them into a blood-colored eagle.

"Daddy Lonnal, your son is avenging you" posed with a blood-colored eagle. But it is only the first step in revenge. Serpenteye knew that the self-proclaimed Duke was just a minor character, and that his enemies were more than that. But being able to slash a duke is somewhat of a pleasure. Serpent's Eyes tucked the sword of victory aside. His hands were inserted into the abdomen of the dying duke, as if he was tugging something out.

"Ahh

"You traitors Alfred will not let your empire go, you Lord Alexios, the Normans do not keep their word"

His Excellency's voice ended there, and the snake-eye jerked his entire lungs out of his chest. The freshly baked lungs have not forgotten its duty, and although it is extremely difficult, it is still squirming slightly, trying to complete its mission. But the eyes of its owner have lost their last brilliance.

"Rest in peace, Daddy. This is the first sacrifice, but it will definitely not be the last" killed an enemy, and the snake-eyed heart is extremely light. Except for this duke. The entire fleet, which has begun to crumble, will be a sacrifice for his revenge. But before he could raise his head to the sky and let out a few long howls to vent the throbbing in his heart, the sword of victory inserted on the deck suddenly emitted a dazzling golden light.

"What?!"

Far away in the sky, a thick white mist was coming at a terrifying speed towards the two fleets that were fighting. Before the snake eye could react, it had already shrouded a small half of the fleet. Snake Eyes hurriedly drew the sword of victory, and through the thick white mist, his sharp eyes vaguely saw the black shadow of a warship.

And on top of the warship. A petite figure was raising its arm, aiming a small object at the snake's eye that held the golden artifact.

Like a frog stared at by a poisonous snake. The hair on the snake's eyes stood on end

"In other words, you ran to find trouble with the lone Normans, only to run into a large Norman force that was working with the Imperial Navy?"

As soon as he heard that Tilbitz had really encountered the Norman navy, even if he knew in his heart that since Tilbitz could come back and the teenagers did not die much, then Charlie and Tilbitz should be equally fine. But Sinlos still panicked patiently, and after letting the Viking boys go to Joachim to heal on their own, he flew on the Tirpitz.

Charlie and Tirbitz are in a bad situation, but not as bad as they thought. Randy has been unconscious, having been taken away by the Vikings. Xia Li was lying on the bed and standing upright, looking like she was not worried about her life. Tirpitz, on the other hand, held his head strangely, crouched in the corner and cried.

"If you have a large force, you can't say it, at most you can only say that it is a detachment." With her hands at her side weakly, Xia Li, whose little face was pale and pale, was lying on the bed, covered with bandages. Although it seems that the situation is very miserable, at least this guy is in good spirits, and can answer Cinnos's question, "That Norman leader is too strong, I fought hard with him, and the axe and gun were all broken, if I hadn't reacted quickly, I would have almost died there, but fortunately, Tirpitz sank his ship, and his sword was really terrifying." ”

Recalling the golden long sword, Xia Li, who has always been not afraid of heaven and earth, is also apprehensive: "How can the Normans smelt iron, this should be those priests who enshrined it in the temple, and the precious artifact was also taken out, but not only him, but the equipment of those Norman soldiers is also very good, this is really strange, is they finally learning to make iron, that person is really powerful, it turned out to be golden anger, I don't know if it's the red-haired Eric, or the blonde, It's a pity that Ivar's brothers didn't see his face clearly. ”

Obviously the enemy who hit her hard, Xia Li did not have any resentment when she mentioned them, but her face was full of envy. For the bloodthirsty and warlike Vikings, I'm afraid only strength is right, right? It doesn't matter if it's friend or foe.

It's a terrifyingly simple worldview. However, although Xia Li kept saying that the weak would die, for the retreat of the clansmen, she was willing to face the enemy holding the artifact, which surprised Xinluos.

Excluding the religious meaning behind the artifact, it can be called such a powerful weapon. This little girl is not as cold-blooded as she seems, at least she still has a sense of responsibility in her heart.

Of course, it is also possible that Xia Li, who saw a strong enemy and was burned out by the fighting spirit, ran up and fought with people.

Although Xia Li's injuries are serious, she has anger in her body after all, and she will always recover after a while of good cultivation. After a few words of comfort, Sinlos came to Tirbitz's side. For some reason, the little one had been crying since he entered the cabin. Even Sinloth came to her side, and the clingy little girl didn't lift her head.

"Tirpitz, what's wrong?" Sinloth tried to touch her detective as usual, but who knew that the little girl turned around with her head in her hands, ignoring Sinloth at all.

What the hell is going on, little girl? Although the Tirpitz looked miserable on the outside, it was far from the point where it broke its muscles and bones. This is evident from the fact that she can shake off the Normans' pursuit all the way and run back to Desmond in one go.

"Wow, Tirpitz has become so ugly, if you can't get married, Charuru will definitely hate Tirpitz"

Are you worried about this? What a sensitive child.

"Why, I like Tirpitz the most." Picked up the crying little one, hugged her with one hand through the little one's chest, and gently scratched her chin with the other, "I like Tirpitz, does Tirpitz like me?" ”

Sinloth hugged the girl and whispered to her pink earlobes, the moist breath creeping into the girl's ears. For a moment, Sinloth felt Tirpitz's heart pound violently, and her sudden rise in body temperature nearly roasted his paws.

"Oh, don't get so close, and don't say such things all of a sudden," Tirpitz groaned, but let go of the little hand that was holding his head. The flustered little girl waved her arms, which was extremely cute, "My body coolant is out of strength"

You're a wooden sail warship now, where does the coolant come from?

Sinloth looked at Tirpitz in a hurry, and the little guy made an awkward fuss, but he didn't cry anymore. It was only when Sinloth unconsciously swept her head that she finally understood why the little guy kept holding his head and kept saying that he had become so ugly.

A long sword pierced her head, reaching the hilt. The little guy had a hilt on his head, and he looked very funny, but Sinloth couldn't laugh.

[Sword of Victory: This is an artifact held by the Norman hero Snake Eyes. When he was engaged in the annihilation battle of the Fifth Fleet of the Empire, he encountered the First Fleet of Van Zhuo, and although he was lucky enough to defeat the opponent, the sword of victory was stuck in the flagship of the First Fleet and could not be pulled out for a short time. The flagship took advantage of the situation and used 150 mm guns to bombard him three times, and when the opponent was panicking and evading, the First Fleet retreated, and the snake eye of the ship, which was destroyed by the main gun of the flagship of the First Fleet, could not pursue for a while, and could only watch the First Fleet sink into the dense fog. As a result, Snake Eyes lost the opportunity to hunt down the remnants of the Fifth Fleet, allowing them to withdraw from the battlefield.

Note: This is a Norman artifact, and only the strongest among the Normans can truly exert its power. 】

Sinloth soothed Tirpitz, who was writhing in his arms and refused to settle down, and his heart gradually sank.

A war of annihilation? (To be continued)

ps: The main line is finally over in the second year, and it's really exhausting to the R580