When the rooster crows at dawn, Oran walks to the top of the castle again, the sun that is about to dawn, and the cool breeze blowing in the distance, his heart is comfortable.

During the night, Oran enjoyed a boost in health and a much better paleness, and Miel and Karin were astonished and classified it as a gift from God, calling him "the son of God."

Neither of them fell asleep that night, and when they took turns taking care of Oran, they prayed sincerely in their rooms.

Orlan didn't need anyone to follow him this morning, and when he walked to the top, he was only followed by soldiers.

Orlan waved his hand, and the soldiers around him took out bread crumbs and spilled them, and it didn't take long for birds to come down to feed.

The birds are chirping and vibrant, and Orlan used to be annoying, but today it is not

After a while, more and more birds passed by in the sky, until a falcon circled and flew by, and several white eagle flags flew in unison on the castle, as if echoing it.

The falcon flew into the distance until it disappeared, in the direction of the old baron's domain.

When the sun shone and stretched the shadow of the person one more square, the team led by Kunsang and the others below the castle was already ready to go.

Oran put on his military uniform early in the morning and freshened his whole body.

But he was dressed differently from his father, he removed the heavy armor, wore soft leather armor on his body, and put light protective gear on his hands and feet to make his body less burdensome.

Because he doesn't need to fight in person, the force value is "usable", and he can live with the master in a few moves, and he doesn't need such a heavy burden.

Like his father, he has the family sword on his waist that has been rubbed and polished and polished - "Immortal".

Orlan was condescending, and then pulled out the immortal, at this moment, the golden sun light grazed the sword body, the light dissipated, and the soldiers who looked up at Oran below, saw the light and shadow on the lord's body.

Weiguang!

Miracles!

Kunsang even shouted, "Salute!"

Those soldiers who were able to kneel on one knee all knelt, and those whose armor was too heavy to do so were replaced by turning their arms.

The oath before going out of battle filled the hearts of both the soldiers and Oran with a sense of pride.

There were only a few hundred of them now, but Orlan was confident, and soon his strength would be inexhaustible.

When his army goes out to fight, the soldiers walk neatly, and when the spears in their hands move forward, they move like a black pressure forest, and when they step forward, they can trample the ground, and the battle spirit emitted from their bodies can swallow everything!

"Expedition!" Orlan's sword pointed at the falcon and disappeared.

It is said to be an expedition, but in fact it is more like receiving the territory, the old baron's side has suffered heavy losses after its battle, although there are still a few villages that have not been occupied, but the main city has been broken, as long as Orlan enters, the rest are the remnants of the defeated army.

Oran re-recruited eighty new recruits, many of whom were old and weak, all lined up at the back of the queue, bluffing, so that Oran personally led the army this time to 180 men.

They weren't allowed to fight anyway, so they didn't have any equipment either, just empty-handed, but when they got to the old barony's domain, they could receive their weapons.

Behind the narrow river, the single-plank bridge, and the outpost and border tower that were knocked down last night.

Avalon, who was being pulled by a horse-mounted prisoner cart, finally saw his home.

Earlier, he was praying that the territory was all right, but when he saw that Orlan was passing all the way, he knew it was over.

Both Baron West and his father were devoted to the faith, and when they were younger, they spent a lot of money to renovate the church in the territory, recruit clergy, and the largest church in County Durham was located in his main city.

The height of the church is even higher than the main wall, and the building can be seen from a distance.

"My lord, it's coming soon."

The scouts sent out from the front went back and forth to avoid Orlan getting into trouble, and when West's main city was close at hand, Orlan rode to the front, but the front still arranged for the riders to block the gun protection.

Who knows if someone will sneak attack?

Then Kunsang led a horse out of the ranks, came to the castle to shout, occupy the castle, and when Nanding came to the tower, he saw it and ordered his men to open the city gate.

Yesterday night, Nanding had imprisoned all the disobedient people in the castle.

When Oran entered the city gates, he was surrounded by twenty soldiers, including Nanding, who presented a list of yellowed vellum on which the wealth of the castle was recorded.

Oran didn't look at it for the first time, but made a compassionate appearance of his subordinates, he put his hand on Nanding's shoulder, and said twice, "It's hard work." ”

"Your Excellency, do you want to see the old baron, who I have locked in the chapel of the castle."

"Bring it to me."

Castle Oran itself has its own, and the Seven Kingdoms of England in the ninth century, except for a few particularly large castles, are almost the same.

He looked around, there was nothing special, it was the protruding and towering church that attracted him the most, and ordered Kunsang to follow him.

"My lord, the name of this church is ......"

The clergy in the city were the most respectful of the group, after all, they were servants of God, belonging to the local churches, and they only went to the lords' territories only for their posts.

A middle-aged priest, dressed in the costume of a middle-class clergyman, introduced Oran.

The few people who followed behind Oran saw this church for the first time, and exclaimed, "Oh my God, this church is magnificent!"

"When you went on a pilgrimage to the southern city of Rome, did you see such a beautiful church?"

The priest looked at the appearance of this group of hillbillies, and his heart was amused, the atmosphere of the city of Rome was unimaginable.

Although the priest had never been there, he had only seen the paintings on the parchment.

The priest ignored the followers and said directly to Orlandau, "From the father of the Baron (West) to the present, it took more than 40 years of renovation to build this ancient Roman church in the style of "Basilica".

"This church building runs east-west, and the columns divide the internal space longitudinally into several parts, dividing the rear area, with a large middle and small ...... on both sides."

Halfway through the priest's introduction, Oran suddenly interjected.

"I know, the word comes from Latin, and it originally meant the hall of kings."

Oran's words impressed the middle-aged priest, and the two began to converse in Latin.

As a multilingual and theological reader, he could talk to the priest for three days and three nights.

The priest admired Oran very much, and wondered how such a gentle and polite young nobleman could be so brutal as his subordinates, killing many people last night and throwing their bodies directly into the street.

After looking inside the church for a while, the initial excitement was gone.

No matter how luxurious the church is, it is fat in the eyes of the Vikings.

I don't know how many times on the festival Sundays, the Vikings appeared, broke through the gates, and took everything.

Oran's eyes looked over and found a lot of signs of repair.

One can imagine how much effort the old baron put into maintaining this church.

"My lord, Baron West is here."

Nanding asked the soldiers to hold the old baron's arms, restrain his movements, and force the old man to be brought over like a cat or dog.

Since the middle-aged priest was sent here by the church to teach charism, and after five years of courtesy from West, he immediately spoke, "Lord Oran, as a fellow believer, you should be friendly and respectful, not so persecutive, and I hope that your men will let Master West go." ”

"Huh."

This sneer was made by Kunsang.

Friendship? Respect? Fellow believers?

The middle-aged priest looked at him, and Kunsang replied without hesitation, "Venerable priest, I was once treated as a slave by the Vikings, and I went back and forth many times in England and in the cold Viking lands where the sand did not even grow.

You know what I saw?

I saw a lot of nobles with crosses on their bodies, who treated people as cattle and ropes as goods, and sold them to the Vikings or bought them from the Vikings.

They never thought about rescuing their fellow believers, all they thought about was profit, as long as the money was enough, they could even sell their parents and children! The aristocratic virtues you mentioned will only appear in books and sleep. ”

The victims of the captured Vikings have two conditions, one is that the mental will and body are destroyed, and the other is to take revenge, and in serious cases such as Kunsang, the belief in revenge is constantly increasing, and whenever the past is mentioned, the whole body is full of an unapproachable atmosphere, and only killing can calm the pain.