(Well, that's right, the Boneless only grabbed back one holy land, and went straight to the Great Holy War.) ）

The invisible willpower swept across the sea for dozens of miles, reflecting everything in the golden eyes. Legend has it that the saints can recite three thousand times at a time, and the candle illuminates thousands of worlds. Sinloth didn't know what it was like, but he knew now that they were safe, and that was enough. The Norman leader roared loudly at the wreckage of the dragonhead warship in front of him, but their enemies had already gathered their spoils and fled.

Sinlos didn't count the number of blackened warships in his field of vision, but he thought it wouldn't be less than three hundred. This is simply the main fleet of the Normans, if they are caught

"It's dangerous, if you slow down, they'll get caught."

Xinluo wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and secretly rejoiced. William, on the other hand, seemed much more relaxed, he had never seen that fleet from beginning to end, and the so-called ignorant were fearless, probably like that.

"I'll see these are good, Sinloth, don't you really want any of these equipment?"

Although it was dangerous just now, the harvest was not small. In general, the Normans were relatively poor and did not have much oil and water on them. But the nation's tech tree is noticeably crooked, although culturally disdainfully called a barbarian by the Empire. However, they are quite proficient in navigation and smelting, and since the barbarians come out to plunder the empire, they will always bring some equipment of their own making. Even in the Empire, iron was expensive. In just a few days, William followed the guidance of Sinloth and broke seven stragglers in a row, and the harvest was really not small.

The most valuable thing on the Normans was actually their warship, but unfortunately, Sinloth was in such a hurry that he was almost crazy. William, who knew that the matter was urgent, was distressed, but he still forcibly ordered the troops.

Sinloth hung the dead fish's eyes and looked at the pile of things that had been ripped from the dead man's body, and he really couldn't be interested. If his estimation is correct, Nanoka should have started the alchemy grandmaster, and he can always look forward to it.

What's more, although the era he lives in has long since declined, compared to those cold steel weapons on the earth

"It's still the same, let's find someone later, estimate the value of these things together, and you can give me a discount directly."

This was naturally more beneficial to William, and the duke nodded in agreement. However, he quickly remembered something and asked Sinloth, "What's next, where are we going to fight?" ”

War is always the fastest way to get rich, and William, who harvested hundreds of pieces of equipment in a few days, is a lot of income even for a duke. William looked at the Viscount excitedly, waiting for his partner to find their next target.

"I'll take a look at the next one"

In the deep eyes, a faint golden light flashed. William knew that this was a sign that the other party was casting a spell. The magician may not be trusted, but he's his partner now, isn't he?

They're the same people.

The strength of a mage's spells is more related to the mage's will and understanding of magic, but this is not the case with Sinloth. With the help of the system to cheat, his spells are more limited by his physique. It is not the magic that is consumed by the caster, but his body. After being promoted to viscount, although his body is still weak, he is much better than the previous state of the five scumbags.

Even spells get some kind of kick. The Viscount's gaze looked beyond the endless deep blue to see the unprepared enemies in the distance.

"Seventy miles ahead, there are nine boats."

Hearing the Viscount's words, William waved his hand and said loudly to his subordinates, who were demoralized because of the successive victories: "Warriors of Normandy, left full rudder, let's go!" ”

"Long live Normandy!"

The old priest came to Ivar the Boneless, with an ancient sword in his hands. The congenitally disabled Norman leader leaned back in his chair and stared directly at the weapon that had left countless legends in Norman history.

Slashing Sword, Tyrfon.

"When the past and the present are intertwined, no one can unite the Norman king Ivar, it is time for the prestige of Tyrfin to be recited in the world, it has been waiting too long to take it, Boneless, this is the fate of the Normans, you will all be kings"

The old priest's voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time. He handed over the magic sword with both hands, and his cloudy eyes were full of expectation. Ivar didn't immediately reach out to take it, and the leader looked at the priest in front of him, lost in his memory.

Slashing the Demon Sword Tilfeng, it is a blood-sucking sword that will bring a lot of glory to the wielder, but it will also make the wielder fall into the destruction of the magic sword.

According to ancient legend, King Swafurrame, a descendant of the main god Odin, had the gnomes forge the sword. Threatening to kill the gnomes, King Swafurrame demanded that Duvarin and Dohrin create a "sword with a hilt and belt forged in gold, indestructible and invincible". The threatened gnome, though unwilling to finish the sword, cursed the sword: "If it is unsheathed, it will take life, and sooner or later the bearer will perish." ”

After obtaining this sword, King Swafurrame won many battles. Later, a berserker named Aaron Green attacked King Swafurrame, and the king drew Tyr's blade to fight, but the sword slashed through his opponent's shield and slipped from his hand, and Aaron Green drew his sword on the ground and killed King Swafurrame. The dwarf's curse was fulfilled, and Tyrfing became the sword that everyone feared. Only one female warrior escaped from the curse among the successive wielders of Tyrf, but her name was not left behind.

Ivar stretched out his right hand with great difficulty, gently stroking the blade of the magic sword. It is a two-handed sword with a double-sided blade, the blade is cast in iron, and as the legend goes, despite countless years, there is still no sign of rust. The hilt of the sword was cast in gold and encrusted with precious stones, an expensive metal that gave it an extraordinary appearance, not at all the appearance of the legendary Demon Sword of the Devourer.

There were several strange words engraved on the hilt of his sword, and Ivar asked himself to be knowledgeable, but he couldn't tell them apart. And if he knew them, he would understand that this was indeed a magic sword that had been cursed by its forger since it was forged.

Extinction, decay, infighting. The ornate hilt of the sword carries the deepest malice of the forger.

Ivar wiped the blade of the sword, and with just a slight touch, the blade had already broken through his rough skin, and a few beads of blood had just oozed out of the skin, and they had already been absorbed into the body of the sword by the bloodthirsty magic sword. There was a faint red light on the sword's body, which was strange and abnormal.

As if the Boneless had not seen Tyrf's mutation, the expressionless leader turned to the priest and asked, "But, Inigo, at what cost?" ”

The Boneless Man never believed in legends, he only believed in his own powers. He wasn't afraid of the curse of the so-called magic sword, whose previous masters had died, simply because they weren't strong enough. What he didn't understand was why the priest in front of him had given him the artifact that had been passed down from generation to generation in the temple. Although they had done some fairly pleasant deals before, he couldn't remember when their relationship had become so good that he could even give away artifacts.

Even if it's just a magic sword.

"This qiē is Odin's will," replied the aged priest of the dragon bell, removing the hood from his head, revealing an extremely old face. And the position of his original right eye is now a shocking blood hole. The priest tugged at the corners of his mouth and smiled fiercely: "Odin gouged out his right eye for the sake of legendary wisdom. For the sake of Norman's future, so do I, I see a qiē! Odin sued me! ”

At the mention of this Norman king of the gods, the priest's voice also became louder, he raised his head, waved his arms, and shouted: "Yes, Odin sued me for all qiē!" The cross and the crescent moon will be fought for millennia; The homeless will eventually return to the land where they have been absent for countless years; Blood-stained warriors will harness the steel beast and destroy Norman's Yiqiē! ”

"I won't allow it! Not allowed! Normans are Normans! The old and frail body burst out with the vitality of a young man at this moment, and the priest's cloudy eyes were replaced by a red color, and he stared at Ivar with madness in his eyes: "Odin chose you, Ivar. Norman Boneless, you've taken back one of the Normans' sanctuary for Odin, and since you can do it, take the other four as well! Let the flag of North fly in all corners of the world! ”

"Odin bless Norman! Fight, Ivar! ”

Most of the people in front of him have gone crazy.

Perhaps the pain of gouging out his right eye made him see something in his hallucination. And this crazy old man obviously can't tell what is real and what is illusion. The Boneless Man sighed in his heart, the High Priest was one of the few Norman people who understood. It's a pity that it's gone crazy now. Although there were some elements of using each other before, how could the two sides cherish each other. Everyone's goal is the same, to grow Norman.

It's just that Ivar wants worldly rights, while Inigo wants spiritual domination. It's a pity, this once wise old man.

The pity in his heart did not affect Ivar's judgment, and the cold-blooded butcher looked at the mad priest and said indifferently, "I'm sorry, I refuse. ”

As if he didn't expect the hero chosen by Odin himself to refuse, Inigo opened his reddened left eye and said in disbelief: "How dare you refuse this gift? Do you know what you're talking about?! ”

Ivar looked at him calmly and said indifferently: "This should not be the fate of the Normans, and it will not be my fate. Sorry, Inigo. It looks like I'm not coming at the right time today, and I think you might need to calm down. ”

"How dare you, how dare you" Ivar's reaction was very different from what Odin's prophecy showed. Inigo's head, which was not sober in the first place, became even more confused. He covered his head with his hands and squatted down: "It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this, he should accept Tilfeng with excitement, and I will be crowned the new Pope, ruling a qiē"

Inigo, presumably crazy.

There was nothing to say to the madman, and Ivar gave him one last look of pity. He clapped his hands, and after hearing this agreed signal, the guards, who had been waiting outside the temple gate for a long time, hurriedly pushed open the door and walked in.

The leader of the guard, Ivar's younger brother Bjorn, saw Inigo squatting on the ground and muttering, and his young face frowned: "Big brother, what's wrong with him?" If only the priests knew we had made their leader like this"

Ivar shook his head and sighed, "He has gone crazy for the obsession in his heart. It's a shame there's nothing more to say, let's go. ”

Bjorn didn't know what was going on, but the young warrior chose to believe his brother. He motioned for the two guards behind him to step forward and pick up Ivar.

But just as they were about to leave the temple, Inigo suddenly screamed, and his weak body grabbed the magic sword, and rushed to the boneless in three steps and two steps.

"No, you can't go! You haven't picked it up yet, you're the master of its hit! King of the Normans! And I, too, will be crowned"

Bjorn frowned, but Ivar shook his head. The eldest brother was always right, and Björn had no intention of continuing to entangle with the half-mad priest, he pushed the priest away and said loudly, "I don't know what you're talking about, but times have changed, old man. Stay in the temple and wait for us to return victorious. ”

"No, you can't do that, you haven't picked it up yet"

The priest was completely insane, and the priest who had been pushed to the ground struggled to get up from the ground. Unfortunately, the old body could not complete this simple action at all, and the priest lay on the ground, one hand tightly hugged the leg of the boneless one, while the other hand grasped the magic sword, and raised it high: "Pick it up, boneless, this is your fate!" Normans"

There was no longer a trace of clarity in the priest's eyes, and only madness remained in the cloudy eyes. Ivar knew that the respected High Priest of Inigo, whom he knew, would never return.

The twilight of the hero is the most regrettable. Priest Inigo was also a heroic figure in his youth, relying on his wrists and strength to guard the Norman order. Protecting the nation from being ruined by endless civil wars. But apparently, he has come to an end. It's time for his story to end.

Ivar waved his hand to stop his men who wanted to take some extreme measures, and in Inigo's joyful gaze, he reached out and grabbed the magic sword: "For a hero, it is shameful to die in bed. The best ending is nothing more than being killed by another hero and saying goodbye, Inigo! ”

The cold sword body laughed and sank into the old man's body, but an invisible stream of heat passed from the sword body, and continued to flow to Ivar's disabled body. As if soaking in a hot spring, Ivar felt that his whole body was gently caressed by countless small hands, and in his weak body, powerful life force was constantly emerging. He felt as if he could do anything, and his thoughts were incomparably clearer. Something that couldn't be done before, now is

The Boneless pushed away his loyal men and stood up himself.

Björn looked at his brother, who had been paralyzed for decades, but now he stood up, his young face full of shock: "Big brother, you"

In the end, he was old, and Inigo's life force did not have much left, and he was eaten up by the magic sword soon after. Ivar stretched, his bones popping with a crisp thud. He looked at the Demon Realm in his hand, and his eyes showed obsession: "This feeling, it's really no wonder that you are called a magic sword, but now I am your master!" ”

The vicious magic sword trembled, emitting a sword roar, as if in response to the new master.

Ivar felt that he had never been in such a good state that he couldn't help but raise the magic sword in his hand and announce to his subordinates: "High Priest Inigo has sacrificed his life to Odin in exchange for God's prophecy!" Norman will never be slaves, and we will be kings! ”

"I now declare in my capacity as Patriarch of all Normans that the Great Holy War has begun!"

"Let the people of the southern empire see the bravery of Siegfried's descendants! God bless Norman! ”