Early in the morning, it was foggy.

The eerie aura envelops the northern harbor of the Franks.

The black raven was the first to come to shore and then flew back.

There were many old men and women, even half-grown teenagers.

They all carried bronze, silver, or wooden armbands and axes.

When the soldiers on the shore found out, their legs trembled, "Here they are again!"

From far to near, the ships sang war songs.

The terrifying and hideous dragon-headed ship is like a demon descending on the world.

The boots were on the mud and sand, the axe and shield of one hand were held high, and the eyes were full of slaughter and longing for profit.

They are not people, but sea wolves born to fight.

The merchants who didn't have time to run the port ushered in the end.

Worthless goods, trampled on by the Vikings as dung.

Those who do not conform to the Viking aesthetic will be cracked with an axe casually.

More and more people fell, and the flames spread rapidly.

"Valhalla!"

"We are under the protection of Grand Duke Rollo, and you are not keeping your promises."

"We only know the 'Walkers, Leader Rollo'."

The title of Walker refers to the fact that Rollo once led people from the coastal area of North Francia all the way south, covering half of Francia, and the Frankish horse knights could not catch up.

He finally retired peacefully, thus receiving this great name.

Kill!

Ha ha!

"These people are as weak as cats and dogs."

A small leader triumphantly stepped on a knight and stripped him of his armor.

"What is this, twenty years ago, thousands of Vikings began on the Seine and swept through the whole of North Francia, and no ship dared to pass, and that was a spectacle."

A lame Viking raised a torch and told a merchant to put down his belongings as he spoke.

But when the merchant opened it, the old man frowned, "Paper?"

"This is from Italy, let me go, I'll give it to you."

"I don't even like the things that the infidels use to write."

The old man stepped forward and trampled the bundle of yellow-white paper and hacked the merchant to death with an axe.

In this robbery, everything that can be held in his hands does not need to be handed over, and the old man prefers to choose new loot.

A fleet of more than 100 men almost emptied the port, leaving only flames and corpses behind.

……

Northern France, Normandy, Grand Duke's House.

An old man got up before dawn, turned his neck and body, and then discarded the soft silk cloth and put on a coarse linen garment.

The hair and face are also greased, which will make the aging body look more energetic.

When the maid approached, he pushed away, "Get out, you all think I'm old, I'll show you how wrong you are." ”

"What's wrong with you?"

A woman with a fair countenance, one of the old man's lovers, whom he had snatched back from the banks of the Seine one year, heard the sound of a voice.

There is a big age gap between her and the old man, and it is not an exaggeration to say that she is a grandchild.

On weekdays, she is very favored, and she will have a share of the treasures that others pay tribute to the old man.

Her house was filled with gems and skins from Ireland to Khitan.

"Fool, bring me my cowhide boots, and the sword my father left me.

The woman was yelled at and hurriedly complied.

Inside the house are the idols of the gods Thor and Odin, who shelter their territory from disease, famine and war.

There is also God and the Holy Cross, blessing yourself and all your loved ones.

After a while, the old man finished changing clothes, he looked at the glass mirror with low resolution, touched the trimmed goatee, and led people to the port with satisfaction.

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Riding on a horse, with a golden axe at his waist and an old "white Viking sword" on his back.

"Father."

"Chief."

"Your Highness."

After arriving at the port, different people called the old man by different names.

There are illegitimate children and grandchildren, there are old subordinates who followed him when he was young and are now waiting to die, and there are still ...... He couldn't remember clearly, but they were all the ones he was sheltering anyway.

Since five years ago, he has become more and more uncertain about the things around him.

But he can't be noticed that he is old and his head is stiff, otherwise his seemingly docile subordinates and sons will immediately jump up and challenge their authority.

No, the new Viking chiefs who have not been out to sea for several years and have passed through the northern seas no longer buy their own accounts.

After listening to the briefing, Rollo scolded "damn it".

Then he prepared to sail north to meet his brother, who had just returned to Sweden from England.

More than twenty days later, his fleet reached its target.

Blue sky and white clouds, green trees and red flowers.

It's the turn of spring and summer in April, and in a little while, the fruit trees of the Skåna region will be dyed with colour.

The fruits of Sweden are called by name, and they are all here.

It is vast and wide, and it is rich in food.

"Your Highness, it's so beautiful here."

"This is me and a group of old brothers, who cost thousands of casualties to help him control this place."

From February to early March, the Vikings of England, in part, returned to Denmark and began to loot the Franks to make up for their recent losses.

Rollo is here to ask what this brother wants?

A few hours later, it was getting dark.

Rollo is found on inland rivers that follow the mountain range.

Towards the end of the morning, set foot on land again.

The brothers, the most prominent of the Vikings, met in a small longhouse.

"Rollo, look at your bucket-like belly, you are used to living in a big house that can be filled with a hundred people, can you still afford a sword?"

"How much better are you than me? All the ports of the North Sea have your bastards. ”

The two of them were angry, and their subordinates were ready to fight at any time.

But the two then laughed and entered the house together.

Ragnar was having breakfast.

Rollo also sat down politely and asked for a copy.

There was only one silver cup on the table, and Rollo did not shy away from sharing a glass with Ragnar and drank the wine in one gulp.

"When I was a child, this kind of meatloaf could only be eaten during the holidays." Ragnar asked for another serving, and the meat oil made the fingers of the stubble sticky.

Putting down the sword, he was like an ordinary gluttonous old man.

"You might as well talk about something earlier, when you were still in your mother's womb." When Rollo finished eating, his men handed the cloth over.

Ragnar snorted, wiped his mouth with his hand, and swiped his hand across the table.

This way it is clean.

"Rollo, you have become a pleasure seeker, have you forgotten the vows we made?

Fight England, rob the Franks, go to the Mediterranean, and even go to Jerusalem, the holy place for Catholics!"

Ragnar looked at the boy who was handing Rollo the cloth, "Are you a Viking warrior or an infidel?"

The young bastard didn't know how to answer for a while.

Ragnar asked, "Boy, have you ever been to Constantine?"

The boy shook his head.

"It is the 'city that never falls', the luxury of the nobility, beyond imagination." Ragnar is proud.

Rollo knew that Ragnar wanted to mention someone, the one who had shone during the robbery of the castle.

"You say the point." Rollo interrupts Ragnar, but Ragnar continues to tell the story,

"The years off the coast of Junbao were so exciting, just thinking about it, my blood couldn't stop boiling!

No woman sleeps as much as this memory compares!

I thought it was the biggest city in the world.

But then I bought a 'Crescent Monk' who had been exiled from 'Baghdad' to 'King's Castle' in the slave market.

He told me that further east of Jerusalem there was a great city called 'Baghdad,' which was not inferior to the king's fort.

It is a paradise on earth, with a golden cathedral, artificial fountain gardens, and all kinds of exotic animals and flowers.

Their king's name is 'Sultan,' and he wears a jewel bigger than an egg!

I also snatched a shipload of strange black fruits, which were soaked in water, and the aroma was strong, also from Baghdad, where it was mysterious, powerful, and prosperous, and I really wanted to go there and drink that 'black water' again.

Also, their monk was extremely brave, and I forced the monk to convert to 'Odin and Thor', you know what he said?"

This old and frail old man had a kind of magic in his speech, and everyone present, except for Rollo, one of the people involved, pricked up their ears.

"The monk spat and said, 'There is no god but Allah!'"

At the moment, a younger person present.

The mind is full of black water, Baghdad, beauties veiled with mysteries, countless jewels......

At this point, Ragnar's words changed, "Rollo, we grew up in a pair of pants, slept with the same woman, and Haystein is also your child, he died, died in our hunting ground England, avenge him."

Then go through that great passage again, to the Mediterranean, to further afield!"

In Kingburg, Ragnar learned about the legend of the Greek emperor "Alexander".

He wanted to be the emperor of the seas and leave a greater legend.