Under Orlan's setup, the Vikings' passage to Lincoln's town was opened wide open. Alger was very vigilant at first, stopping and sending people to probe every time he walked a while, but he didn't find too many Divine soldiers, and he would occasionally run into them, only a few people.

But even if he caught the villager who had traded with him, he led the team to walk the trail. It's impossible to go straight to Lincoln, and you still run into a small town on the way.

If you don't go over, you have to cross the river, which will take twice as long and will be easy to expose. At this time, meat intake is insufficient, and most civilians have night blindness.

The Vikings were a fishing and hunting people, who could eat some meat on weekdays, and also carried out nocturnal activities to improve their combat and navigation skills, and those who could go out to sea to fight were mostly strong and strong, and the night vision of Alger's group was better than that of the Catholic soldiers, let alone the civilians of this town.

Earlier, when there were no maritime instruments, they used the moonlight in the sky to navigate with the stars.

When they set foot on land, they use torches and oil lamps. Many of them carried with them a short, trimmed wood, rubbed with oil, and wrapped in a coarse cloth, which, when it was time to be used, was removed and quickly ignited and used as torches.

Alger waited patiently on the other side of the hill. Night raid lurking, this is a combat technique he has been learning since he was a child.

Darkness is his friend, and it's also the moment when most Viking warriors show their talents. It didn't take long for the lights around the town to dim.

Only then did they get up. Before the three hundred people moved, they divided the work layer by layer, not all of them rushed in, and they also divided their manpower on the periphery, and they had to ensure that none of them could escape.

Then the team, disguised as the natives of England, and the villagers who led the way, went to knock on the door to see if there was an ambush inside, and they pretended to be lords, and after leading people out to receive them, they waited for a while to make sure that there was no problem, and then shouted a battle cry, which could deafen people's ears.

Rushing into the town with lightning speed. They drew their swords and axes. Adults cut down immediately, and girls and children stayed.

Torches re-erected outside every house, and this dim town was bright and bright in an instant. The dilapidated chapel, or worship room, houses three monks.

The name of the LORD came out of their mouths, and the cross was put before them as a weapon. But the Vikings, who went crazy, began to concentrate the villagers and sweep every house.

What shines is the treasure, and what moves is the prey. The treasure is taken, and the prey is taken for pleasure. Soon, all those who hid in dark corners and prayed for their lives were dragged out like rats.

Milli Alger wiped the blood from his face with his hand, and asked politely,

"I heard that there was a big celebration ahead, and there weren't many soldiers, because they were all going to support East Anglia, right?" they were all people who wanted to live, and whatever Alger asked, they said.

Alger hated the Catholic Monks the most, and when he was sure that all of them were worthless, he ordered all the town's clothes to be taken and put on by his men.

Then he brought the three monks to him.

"Stomp the cross under your feet and shout God Odin, maybe I will spare you." The first old monk had a word, and Alger slashed directly with a sword.

"The old thing must be cursing me, for you." The younger monk, completely stunned, was slashed by Alger's sword.

"You're the only one left." He was compared to the last monk. The youngest monk, with tears in his eyes and trembling body, said what Alger wanted to hear, and Alger kicked him over, and then the people around him stepped forward to mend his sword.

"Where Are Your Gods?"

"The kid in the north with the white eagle pattern killed many of us in the 'Battle of the Black Forest', blinded our warriors and punished them with rats, and in the south, Alfred with the cross flying serpent, it was the same two who killed you." Since his lieutenant Inge died in the north, Oran has been the man Alger wants to kill the most, and Alfred is second.

The crying of the villagers made him even more mad, so he said,

"I'll tell you a joke, and as long as I'm happy with your laughter, I'll let you go." fine hair

"Once upon a time, there was a warrior who saw a beautiful woman, and the beauty asked him to guess his name, and the warrior said a lot, but the beauty just smiled, until at last, the warrior said in annoyance, I can't guess, and as a result, you know what the beauty said" This old joke, the son of the town chief knows, and he trembles in response,

The beauty said...... Her name is 'Can't Guess'......"

"You ruined my joke, damn it." Alger didn't want to play anymore, and the white wolf totem on his body seemed to wake up in the moonlight, far more ferocious than usual.

"This era is the age of wolves!" ……

"Fuck you!" Milli Orlan was dumbfounded, and by the time he arrived, the Viking wolves were far away, and they were still a day away from reaching their goal.

In the picture in front of him, the soldiers who are not brave enough can spit out the sour fruit they ate last night. A large number of corpses, dying in a very unnatural way.

Several of them recognized Kunsan and walked into Oran's side,

"This is a type of dark ritual, similar to the 'Blood Eagle', and if you look closely, some of the remnants will even have their chests hollowed out."

"I've told Burgred to get a passage out, and the people of this town can be removed in advance, this bastard!"

"Your Excellency, this is more realistic and can stimulate their ferocity, and this group of people will not retreat." Sals responded.

"Shut up Lao Tzu." Seeing Orlan's fire-breathing eyes, Sals immediately lowered his head,

"I lost my word, Your Excellency."

"I know, you said in your heart that I act, the lord does need to do a lot of evil things, and I am also a wicked person, but there should be a bottom line, I will not let so many old and weak people die for no reason, these people are alive, and they can also complete the goal......" The stump carrion, Orlan also wants to vomit.

He even has images of the despair of these people before they died. He is also to blame...... Huge frustration.

For many nobles, the people are the land, and the people are living creatures. They are nothing more than the property of the land, just as you grow fruit and grow fruit, which is the product of the land and the expendable goods of the nobility.

Milliberg Breed did more than Orlan. This extermination of the Vikings in the territory, and the atrocities of these people, will be even more famous.

When the collaborator is stronger than you, no matter how good your plan is, he may not necessarily come exactly according to your heart.

This is the case with Bergred.

"Not a single living mouth," Orlan asked with wide eyes.

"Nope."

"Nope." fine hair

"Nope." The rider searched back and forth, and the answer was cold.

"Your Excellency" Kunsang was afraid that Orlan would faint.

"Dismount and pray to the spirits of the dead with the most devout heart." He didn't believe it, but these men did, and the dead did.

When the ceremony was over, Oran set off quickly. Bergred wanted to be in the limelight, wanted to be the king of heroes, and he roasted this fire fiercely.

Until you burn it all!