Two Norman warriors carried their leader to the oak tree outside the temple. There, dozens of leaders from different tribes were already waiting quietly. When these people saw the figure being carried, they immediately clamoured, some of them pleaded loudly, and some of them rushed into anger. But soon, under the suppression of the surrounding guards, they were quiet again.

Pathetic, these sacrifices that are about to be sacrificed to God.

"Calm down, everyone, this doesn't look like it, wait, you're going to see Odin. Show your decency, and Odin would be unhappy if he knew that I was offering him a pack of mad dogs. ”

"Ivar, you madman!" A man roared wildly, ignoring the punches and kicks the guards had inflicted on him.

The man is no, it's Ivar. He watched indifferently as the guards beat the leader. As a winner, listening to the sorrows of the losers is also the little fun he has left.

"Alright, boys, stop your fists." The guards were all long-standing bandits, and they didn't have any weight at all. I don't have a good impression of this usually high-ranking big man. The beating lasted only a short while, and Ivar had to stop them. Because, he saw that one of the guards had already subconsciously grabbed the hand axe on his waist. His guards were great lads, and they were trustworthy. But on this great day of sacrifice to Odin, if they killed the sacrifice, it was definitely not a pleasant thing.

The man looked up at Ivar, who couldn't even stand on his own, his eyes full of resentment. He coughed twice, stood up and broke free of the guards who were holding him down, spitting out the blood in his mouth. The guards were too ruthless, and these guys, who had countless blood on their hands, beat him to internal injuries in a light way.

"That's right, this is my Norman warrior, even if he dies, he should be standing. It's a pity that I can't give you the highest glory of dying in battle, etc., I remember you are Tallad, right? ”

"It's hard for you to remember me, brave and fearless boneless."

Automatically filtered out of Tarad's taunts, Ivar shook his head and said approvingly, "You're very good, I'm very optimistic about you." Come, join my empire, and here, in the presence of Odin, I swear that I will give you a status and respect equal to your abilities. ”

Ivar was born with a disability and could not even walk on his own - this was actually congenital osteogenesis imperfecta, but at the time of medicine, he naturally did not know this. When he was young, because of his disability, he suffered countless hardships and white eyes in this brutal and bloodthirsty Norman world. If it weren't for his three brothers, he wasn't even sure he would have lived past the age of ten.

But, now it seems, the pain was worth it.

"You madman! How many Normans have you killed and want me to submit to you? ”

Tarad was indeed a brave and passionate warrior, and he never had too many such warriors. If he could, Ivar felt that he really didn't want to kill him, even if he knew that the other party hated him. But his hostility was too obvious, and the trees too tall in the forest would be baptized by the harshest winds, rains, thunders, and lightning. This sharp killing intent was so obvious that Ivar couldn't convince himself to let him live.

"That's a pity, boys, send him on his way."

The warrior tried to make himself appear fearless, but unfortunately, when he was hung from the branches of the oak tree, sticking out his tongue, he did not show the bravery he hoped for.

It's ugly.

However, the next thing will be full of corpses. Now, Odin will be happy, right? Nine years ago, he was overwhelmed by the Grand Duke of the Imperial Navy, and he couldn't get the people necessary for the Great Festival to die, and he won't be in the future. It's a festival once every nine years, but this scale is not enough.

Ivar watched as the struggling leaders gradually immersed themselves in their own world. He had waited too long for this day, but when he was really one step away from his original seemingly whimsical goal. only to find that he was not as happy as he imagined.

"Big brother, is it really right for us to do this?"

When Ivar was thinking, the most annoying thing was being disturbed. However, there are people who are exceptions - his three brothers, who have given him countless help, naturally have this privilege.

"It's Björn, why are you here? Today is your big day, and it's not okay to keep the bride waiting. ”

The eldest brother joked, but the younger brother didn't have the slightest smile on his face: "That princess, if it weren't for me, I wouldn't have married her." Big brother, is it really right for us to do this? These days, as soon as I close my eyes, I see countless dead people crying out of hell and asking for my life."

Listening to his brother's worried statement, the smile on Ivar's face vanished.

"Will our [warriors] also be afraid? I know that this time we sacrificed countless Normans. We gave up Norman pride and bewitched Gianna to attract her father; spreading rumors and provoking annexation between tribes; Exterminate the tribes that disobey us one by one, but so what, we ruined the first fleet of that monster in the south, do you think that tyrant will not come back with revenge? ”

Björn looked at his agitated brother, and for the first time he felt that the brother he had always admired seemed to be far away from him: "However, we can do it in a gentle way, from the very beginning, I was not in favor of being a direct enemy of the empire to the south."

"Mild? People from the south, will they give us a chance to take our time? As soon as we revealed our intention to form an alliance, they directly wiped out our two clans! And, the power of our Normans, you see it too, right? Countless warriors have easily crushed the originally powerful First Fleet to pieces, and since we can do it once, we can also do it a second time. As long as we work together as we did last time, my brother, you'll lend me your power, right? ”

Ivar held out his hand and looked eagerly at his brother. His younger brother, like last time, did not disappoint him. The warrior vaguely felt that the truth might not be as simple as his brother said, but out of trust in his brother, he reached out anyway.

"For the sake of the dead father."

"For the kingdom of the Normans, the kingdom of our four brothers only."

The two fists touched lightly, strengthening each other's confidence.

Receiving encouragement from his brother, Bjorn was undoubtedly much lighter. He took out the wine bag around his waist and drank heartily. Ivar looked at his brother who was happy again, and a trace of guilt flashed in his eyes, but unfortunately, it was then overshadowed by deeper madness.

The feeble conspirator lowered his head and began to silently call out a name in his mind.

"Fei Yi, you have already received the 50,000 souls you wanted, right? When will you fulfill your promises? ”

"Mr. Ivar is really anxious, your soul, I have indeed received it, they are all quite powerful and painful souls, and they believe in the credibility of our witch, and they will definitely not disappoint you. My sister, it's already on its way. Victory has fallen into your hands, is it time for me to change my tune? What's the name of the Beihai Emperor, how about this name? ”

"I hope so."

"No matter how many times you watch it, it's so amazing, Fortuna."

The short and fat man with white curly hair looked at the azure portal in front of him and sighed. As he said, it wasn't the first time he had seen this magic that could easily span tens of thousands of kilometers. But he is still obsessed with its power, and sometimes, he is really envious of these witches who can come and go without a trace. The burden on him is too heavy.

"Louis XIV! I'm assuming you're a little bit more intelligent than a slime, so you're going to get me right in!" "Compared to the ease of men, Fortuna is much harder. Even if it was her, it was quite difficult to maintain the ultra-distance teleportation array from Paris to the royal capital. But this idiot in front of him is still grinding and chirping here.

"Solving problems for ladies is naturally waiting for me! Fortuna, what are you doing! ”

Fortuna, who had been worn away from all her patience by the slow nature of the Demon Governor, was clearly not going to listen to his nonsense. The white-haired maid in riding boots kicked him hard in the ass, kicking him into the portal.

On the other side of the portal, an old man and a maid dressed in white were already waiting there.

"What's wrong, Louie? You seem to have some minor trouble. ”

The supreme Emperor Basil, the man he privately called a tyrant, was now sitting in the garden on crutches like an ordinary old man. He squinted, as if he couldn't see the embarrassment on Louie's face, and asked knowingly.

He couldn't say that he had been kicked in by Fortuna, and the Governor laughed awkwardly, "Just a little tripped." It's been a long time, Basil. ”

Emperor Basil, who knew what kind of temper he was, did not debunk it, but responded gently: "I haven't seen you for a long time, Louis." ”

It's been many years, indeed.

At that time, Louis was still an elegant and noble man who was famous in the whole of Paris. His erudition, his wisdom, and his tolerance were praised by the aristocracy of Paris. The ladies of Paris were all proud to have met him.

It's a pity that now it's just a dead fat man.

Louie naturally didn't know what was in his old friend's heart, but even if he did, he probably wouldn't care too much. Over the years, no matter what crisis the empire has faced, the three of them have supported each other, so how can they care about this little joke.

Louis glanced at the garden, which was still blooming with exotic flowers even in winter. The fragrance of the beautiful flowers could not hide the disappointment in the governor's eyes.

There were only two people in the garden, the old Basil, and the other of his two attendants, the old friend, but they were nowhere to be seen.

"Has it come to this kind of journey? Can't even make it to such an important party? ”

The governor was not answered by Basil, who was also grim-faced, but by a cold female voice: "I have long said that with his age and body, lying in bed and waiting for death is the best option. But he has to leave a descendant, hum is barely hanging a life now, whether he can survive this winter may only be known to the demon god. ”

"Fortuna, alas"

Louis turned around, and sure enough, he saw the beautiful woman with a cold look and a white maid outfit. The woman's face was like that of the other great witches, extremely pale and pitiful. The sharp gaze like a knife added a bit of coldness to her. On this mild afternoon, she was like a goddess bathed in the melting moonlight. It makes people admire, but they can't bear to get closer, for fear of destroying this holiness.

The three of them have known Fortuna for many years, and her friendship with him is no worse than theirs. The reason why I say this, in addition to the usual poisonous tongue, I am afraid that it is more of a little angry.

The three of them were silent for a while, and the governor of the demon sighed and sat down beside the emperor. Looking at the other vacant seat beside him, he was speechless for a long time. Eventually, he broke the deathly silence: "We don't have much time, Basil, tell me, how are you preparing?" ”

The time of tyrants and sun kings is over.

Originally, he felt something, but it was not until this time that Louis really realized the cruelty of time. He doesn't stop his butcher's knife just because you're a great king. A close friend of theirs has accompanied them through countless ups and downs, but this time, I am afraid that he will really go before them.

A sentence without a beginning or an end, Basil, who has been friends with Louis for many years, understands the meaning.

The emperor shook his head and sighed: "Charlotte is too young, no matter how much Osborne supports him, some people will still think in their hearts that in a few days, when the senators are held, let's suppress Alexios together." ”

Louis nodded, and as Basil's health became worse and worse, Duke Alexios's sharpness was also more revealed. Relying on his good ability and excellent eloquence, he has won over a considerable number of senators and nobles. Although this can't shake the emperor's rule, if you don't deal with it quickly, you still can't rest assured.

When it comes to political affairs, the two old friends are no longer as casual as before. Expeditions of the Navy, the rebuilding of the Imperial Army, and preparations after their deaths

Fortuna looked at the two old men in front of her, and a faint sadness flashed in her heart. This is the sorrow of the short-lived species. No matter how surprised you are when you are young, you can only lie in bed and wait for the day of fate to come after decades.

"Lord Fortuna, what's wrong with you?"

The abnormality of the big witch attracted the attention of the maid beside her, and the young maid looked at her and was very worried: "Lord Fortuna, is your identity uncomfortable?" ”

The day she became a witch, her body had already transcended the boundaries of mortals. She is no longer the weak little girl she was a thousand years ago.

Fortuna shook her head, her sadness, how could this witch descendant who had only been born for a long time understand?

Seeing Fortuna like this, the maid didn't ask much, her simple heart, as Fortuna thought, really didn't understand these complicated things.

"Mida, go pour a cup of tea. These two fools, I don't know how long to talk about. ”

"Hmm."

The young maid agreed, obeyed the maid's command, and turned around. And the moment she turned around, she vaguely seemed to hear something.

"In the past two days, you will promote Van Zhuo to a viscount."

"Fanzhuo? Oh, you're talking about Ellie, that's fine, but why me? Wouldn't it be better for you to canonize him yourself? ”

"Louie, if you are told to seal it, you will seal it, so what are you doing so verbosely."

The tyrant, like countless deliberations in the past, rudely ignored the Sun King's opinion