"Ahh

"Oran...... Oran!"

Blood spread from the bed, more and more.

Malmu wanted to see her husband, but all she could see was the cold walls on all sides.

Suddenly, she seemed to see her mother, who had long since died......

It hurts, she didn't think it hurts like this.

Sweat and blood stained the quilt, and consciousness gradually dissipated.

"Your Highness, don't fall asleep, it's too dangerous!"

"My husband...... Kid ......"

The female monks in the room, and the male monks outside the room, could only focus more on prayer.

"And the LORD said, Shall I not give birth when the womb is opened? If I cause a man to give birth, can I shut the birth canal? And I will turn you again, saith your God, and will bring you comfort, as a mother is comforted......

Outside, Southamp stamped back and forth.

Karin, the head maid, suddenly opened the door and walked outside, asking Southamp, "The doctor said, what if...... Only one can survive, His Royal Highness wants to protect the child, what should I do?"

Southamp didn't dare to call the shots in this kind of thing.

"Your Excellency has an explanation, in case of an accident, you must protect your lord, do you understand?"

Karin finally made up her mind, "Okay, give priority to keeping Your Highness!"

Oran sent the best doctors and the most experienced midwives in King's Landing to the estate for this birth.

After receiving the news, everyone prepared to stabilize Malm......

……

A foul-smelling smell that spreads in foul rivers.

The chirping of bugs echoed through the air, and the sights caused Alex anxiety.

After a while, he changed from a hero to a traitor who cooperated with the Vikings.

Just now, when Pepa persuaded herself, she secretly told herself, "No matter what happens, as long as you follow yourself and protect yourself, then Alex will be safe today." ”

What does that mean?

He didn't answer when he wanted to.

The banner of the Viking pirates, all the way from the river, where no one should have appeared, but there were so many people.

It makes the night even more cold and terrifying.

Many Viking warriors were full of excitement.

The Viking legation is already on its way.

But it's just a trick, tonight, the main brigade will enter King's Landing.

At that time, the trumpet of God will be broken, and their hospital riders will panic, and the flames will consume them.

Hafdan didn't go with Uba.

He spread the risk, stopped halfway, and guarded the middle line.

This is the act of feeding the mosquitoes by the river at night, although they don't have to fight hard, but when they succeed, their people can only see the people of Uba snatching and making a fortune.

But Hafdan, as an old king, has high prestige for his subordinates.

Under his orders, a thousand Viking warriors, leaving one hundred and sixty men to guard.

They are experienced in night attacks and know how to protect against annoying mosquitoes.

The sheep are full of treasures, and they eat and use offal.

The warriors took out the prepared mutton fat, burned it over a low fire, and added a little special herb.

Makes this item sticky and lake-like, and is also an effective insect repellent tool.

They apply the smell to the body, so that the body is protected to the greatest extent.

As time went on, Hafdan became farther and farther away from Uba's fleet.

Now, there is no sound around me, and you can hear the sound of ripples and vibrations on the surface when you pee into the river.

Halfdan was not idle, he found a place where he could go ashore and took people to hide.

Wait until morning, if King's Landing fires a fire, then you can go inside.

"Your Majesty, why don't you follow?"

"Yes, that kid is too arrogant, his mother used to be nice to other men, maybe not the king of Ragnar, I think he looks like a ...... of a certain clan"

"Are you guys very good at fighting? Let Uba consume with the people of King's Landing first. After his success, the people he brought from Ireland were almost exhausted.

Now he's willing to take risks, and we can make a profit without much effort in the back, right?"

The soldiers sent by Hafdan are not the main forces of his cronies,

He told this group of cronies to not worry, there are still many opportunities.

King's Landing at this moment takes on two forms.

The celebration of Orlan's wife's birth, the song reached the ears of the Vikings with the wind.

The people thought that His Highness was still there, and in a few days they would be able to see the newly-born son of the White Eagle.

The soldiers, who had been secretly arranged, were prepared to strike hard when the enemy emerged from the darkness with their fangs.

It was envisaged that enemies would emerge from the rear entrance of King's Landing.

Orlan was on the right and left of them to the shore, preparing huge trebuchets and longbowmen in advance.

They went ashore to organize their formation, and before the first wave of charges could be launched,

will be smashed by Orlan first.

These are all craft weapons handed down from Roman times, and after Orlan sacked Ella's territory, he took them all and restored them one after another.

Although these weapons are too bulky and inaccurate, they can only fire a few shots.

But at this moment, as long as you can hit the enemy with one or two shots, or disconnect their shields, you will make no gains.

No matter how fierce they are, it is difficult for them to break through multiple lines of defense and successfully enter the inner city.

The special streets that Orlan had set up before made it easy for people who had never been to King's Landing to get dizzy.

Many street entrances and exits end up in dead ends.

If the Vikings retreated, the ambush on the route from Yorkshire to this inland river would have struck.

Orlan seconded all of the kingdom's forces to attack the Vikings.

If he could catch a son of Ragnar, he would have the confidence to fight the Vikings.

If you can catch two......

"If you can catch it alive, you can catch it, and if you can't catch it, you will cut it."

Orlan ordered his life.

He wears a shabby armor and a barrel helmet on his face that shields his face so that enemies will not easily spot him.

He took a few of his cronies and servants to a high place in a watchtower and waited.

Excited and nervous.

"Do you smell it?"

The stench of the Vikings grew heavier, and Orlan felt it.

His body even moved, and tactics and swordsmanship flashed through his mind.

He cut off the heads of his enemies one by one.

Mighty, he is the British god of war!

"Your Excellency, here you are!"

One of the riders climbed with a roll, jumped off his horse in the most unnatural position, and came to the foot of the Oran watchtower.

Orlan stopped fantasizing, he didn't plan to go down to the tower to fight, it was enough to make up for it.

He reverted back to his state of being a general.

He waved his gesture ready to attack, and everyone took their seats.

It was already past four o'clock, and the night was finally over.

Oran holds his breath and feels the chaos of the earth!

Then he pulled out the immortal sword polished by the oilcloth, and when the blade of the sword waved, it flashed a little light.

Orlan quickly aimed at the dark moon in the sky, and slashed it with a sword!

The light cuts through the darkness in an instant, and the light breaks through the night.

Tens of seconds later.

"Shoot!"

Huge fireballs surged within the Vikings' vision, flying from afar.

The swift and cruel footsteps stopped, and panicked eyes popped up.

Orlan swung another reverse sword, and between the vertical and horizontal, the two swords slashed out of the cross.

"Kill!"

All the warriors and nobles of Northumbria below shouted a great battle at the same time.

"Kill the Vikings!"

......

My name is Oran,

From Durham,

When he was young, he was kept in a cage by the Vikings as a dog,

My father knelt before the other lords, and ransomed me with money.

My wife was persecuted,

My people were slain,

My land is trampled down,

In the cemetery of my ancestors, all the bones were dug up,

Today, I'm going to get back everything I've lost.

England, I'll call the shots from now on!