Sinloth felt that he was in an unusually strange state, and he had obviously experienced this series of events. The invasion of the Normans, the slaughter of the villagers, the strife between the knights and the peasants, the hearts that should have been distraught are now extremely calm. There was no anger in his eyes, as if he was out of the way.

It seems that none of these things have anything to do with him.

"It's an amazing feeling, but it's not bad." Sinloth clenched his fists, and his watery gaze swept over the soldiers' faces: "I'm going to fight the Normans, if you don't want to go, go back to the castle." Sue sù Ellie, I may have to go back later."

Facing the Normans head-on, it was almost like going to die. But, for no reason, he just wanted to do it. Obviously, his mind is unusually clear, but his reason seems to be moving away from him.

The only thing left in my head was to kill those bastards, and nothing else. Desmond, Bismalco, and Claes all have nothing to do with him, and even Ellie is only a faint apology.

Kill them and nothing else.

"Contractor, your current situation is very dangerous, and you are angry"

"Shut up." Unlike the previous anger, this time Xinluos's voice was extremely cold, without any emotion. The small ball of light naturally did not fear his verbal threat, but it flickered and finally dimmed.

Sinloth looked at the silent warriors and spoke up again: "It is impossible to win against so many Normans, and there is no shame in escaping. Everyone present, who dared to stand up, were all warriors who should be praised, and the arms were back for better punching, and no one would laugh at the retreat of everyone present. But I can't, I'm Lord of Desmond. The glory of the Fanzhuo family does not allow me to retreat. As long as the golden lion still flies in Desmond, then I will continue to fight until the end of my life. ”

"So, ladies and gentlemen, tell me your choice."

Sinloth closed his eyes and sat on his horse in silence for a long time.

For a minute, five minutes, and ten minutes, no one spoke, and no one left.

The sun was completely out of sight, and even Sinloth's excellent vision could not make out the expressions on the faces of those soldiers, who kept their heads down and did not speak. Time seems to have abandoned this place, leaving behind these grieving warriors.

"Then, Bismal Keqing, let's go!"

"Yes, sir."

Sinloth tugged at the reins of some of his mounts, and the lean horse stepped along, heading toward the unknown darkness. And at this moment, it was as if time had returned, and countless steadfast boots collided with the ground, following this lord of his own destiny.

"Ahh At this moment, an elegant female voice came from the sky.

Hearing the female voice that suddenly floated from the air, the knights and soldiers drew their blades and looked into the air.

Sinloth looked up, and the dim starlight reflected on his wooden face, making him look lifeless like a puppet: "Who is it?" ”

"Little brother, I appreciate your courage, but you can't look like this." Under the starlight, a thirty-year-old woman in a puffy skirt is standing in the air. Starlight flew up and down around her, and she stood in it like the master of the starry sky.

"Who is it?"

"It's been a long time since I've seen such a real nobleman, and I can die for my pride, I just want to see what kind of person the princess's father is. But now, a little bit of a change of attention has changed. The woman waved her sleeves, and her body swam in the air as if she were powerless.

"Who is it?"

"Ah, I didn't expect it to be such a rigid person, it's a pity that this face is gone" Seeing Xinluos's expressionless face, the woman's right hand pressed her forehead, seemingly extremely troubled.

"Who is it?"

"Ahhh The woman suddenly yelled, her rough appearance was not at all as graceful as when she appeared.

"I'm not anyone! My name is Fei Yi! Fay, the magician! I'm here to help you! The petite woman let out a loud roar that startled a large number of nocturnal wild birds. Without waiting for Xinlos to react, the angry woman waved her hand and sprinkled a series of blue halos, like a halo like heavy rain, which did not give people time to react at all, except for the agile Bismalco, everyone else was attacked. The originally solemn expression also became dazed.

The corners of Sinloth's mouth curled slightly, and he gestured to Bismarck, who was about to ignite his anger and stepped forward to fight with this woman, showing a shallow smile.

"Hello, beautiful lady, my name is Sinroth, Sinlos Van Zhuo, Lord of Desmond."

Harald blankly pulled the tomahawk from the dead man's body, and the blood gushing out splashed his head and face, but he didn't care, only wiped his face.

"My lord" Shortly after Harald had finished dealing with this last difficult enemy, a member of his clan came to him and reported to him the results of the battle: "That's about it, it's a very poor village and there is no food. ”

"Really? I know. ”

He had anticipated Desmond's poverty. It is not appropriate for an animal to come and kill it for meat before it is yet to grow. But he had no choice, he was also cornered.

"Damn the Imperial Navy." Thinking of this, Harald, who has always prided himself on being calm, also became angry.

The so-called war is sometimes no different from street fighting.

Surrounded by a heavy fleet and unable to break out, the Grand Duke of the Empire made a crazy decision knowing that he was going to die. He ignored all the other Norman ships attacking him, and stared at the attack of the fleet of the largest Norman chieftain, who was the second most powerful chief when he was not defeated

Until his flagship was surrounded by countless dragon-headed warships and was finally torn to shreds.

The Grand Duke's last efforts were not in vain, and after solving this henchman's trouble, the fleet of the most powerful chieftain was crippled again. For some unwilling guys, it is undoubtedly a great opportunity

So a civil war broke out that engulfed the entire Normans. At first it was just a battle between a few small tribes, then medium-sized tribes, and until the end, the situation was completely out of control. The Normans, who had always liked to expand the size of their tribe through guò tribal warfare, were all red-eyed, and these brutal fellows were enemies in their eyes except their own tribe.

Harald was besieged by several Norman tribes under circumstances, and he couldn't support it anymore, so he abandoned all the old, weak, sick and disabled. With all the adult men in the tribe, he rushed to the wide North Sea, and finally escaped the danger of extermination.

But the bad luck did not leave him, they came out in such a hurry that they took with them almost no supplies except for the weapons in the hands of the warriors, which would never give up. The tyrannical and stoic Normans could endure the icy sea breeze of the North Sea and the pain of their bodies, but they could never endure a day without food.

Harald had no choice but to take them to Desmond, the forgotten land. Nearby North Munster and Ormond were certainly wealthier, but in his current situation, he really couldn't afford to experience any storms. His own tribe is numerous, and those foolish lords will inevitably put aside their old prejudices and join forces against him.

Harald is now a master of the six gods, but as a chief, he can't show the slightest panic. Otherwise, those clansmen who relied on his past prestige to forcibly suppress them may be

Harald opened the kitchen door of the house, but found nothing but half a rabbit and some mushrooms. Harald sighed and picked them up, at least, not for nothing, did he? What the hell is going on in Desmond, even if he came at the wrong time, how can he not even have the most basic food? Don't those peasants have to eat?

It took two villages in a row to get such a little food, you know, there are nearly a thousand of them!

"Bazlan, burn here, let's go." Looking at most of the tribesmen with nothing to gain and their hands empty, Harald held back the anger in his chest and handed the rabbit to his right-hand men: "For those most seriously injured brothers, everyone bear with me tonight, and we will go to another village tomorrow." ”

Harald endured the hunger in his belly, but left the food for the wounded people. He is different from the traditional Normans, who follow the law of the forest, and the leader is often the first warrior of the clan. Unlike him, he relied on his own wisdom to maneuver between several large clans, relying on his own brothers to maintain his rule. Therefore, at this critical juncture of lack of food, he valued these details more than others, preferring to be hungry himself rather than to see anything that could cause a mutiny to occur.

It is extremely dangerous to march at night in this deep mountain forest that has not yet been developed by the strict, and just as the calm sea usually contains deadly dangers, so does the jungle on land. Even the tough Normans were not willing to take this risk.

Harald's intention was to go north as soon as Desmond had enough supplies, to the vast North Sea, and to wait until the Norman Civil War had subsided. But now

So why not stop in Desmond? As long as he didn't attack those fortified castles, those lords wouldn't be willing to risk their own strength to fight him, right?

If it is usual, the lords may indeed turn a blind eye to the robbers in order to protect their own strength. But now, things are different.

There is more than one detachment in the Imperial Navy!

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