Huge flints and bows and arrows slammed into the ground with an astonishing sense of oppression.

When it touched the ground, dust was raised, and more than a dozen people were affected by the power of the outside corner and fell.

Pepa is in the middle of it.

If she hadn't shouted in advance just now, Alex would have to follow her if he wanted to live.

I'm afraid that the Vikings who will charge angrily will be used as a pedal to step on.

"Save ..... me!"

Pepa's mouth was full of dirt and one eye was bleeding, and Alex immediately rushed to protect him.

At this time, the Vikings were also in a mess, and no one cared about Pepa.

Uba's brows furrowed, and he quickly judged the situation.

His tongue flicked, uttering a special syllable, and then the warrior raised his shield and weapon, striking them in tandem, emitting layers of battle sounds.

Break into the inner city!

But the soldiers of God did the same, holding up the shield wall in front of them.

When the most elite fighters on both sides collide together.

Soldiers of the kingdom, turn the anger in their hearts into determination.

If you win, you can trample these Viking elders to death!

They drew their weapons and slashed at the Vikings.

The rain of arrows continued to fall

Some of God's soldiers were wounded by their own people, but as long as they still had breath, they got up again.

The sky is not obvious, but the fighting spirit of the two sides seems to be felt even by the stars in the sky.

The clouds were receding rapidly, and cries and screams filled the battlefield.

"Shield!"

The Vikings came in waves, and one warrior could take on two or three Divine soldiers.

"Pierce it!"

"God Odin!"

"Flanks."

"Close."

"Keep rushing!"

The shields collided, and the crowd staggered into each other.

Many Anza knights also joined the battle.

While Katana was leading the Hospital riders to break through the Viking wing, his son Shrike was disconnected by enemy shields.

"Father!"

In an instant, the Viking tide wrapped up his son.

"!"

No matter how strong Katana is, he can't lead someone to break through a Viking 100 in an instant.

The son's cries for help disappeared.

"No!"

The moment he saw his son being thrown up, another flint struck him and grazed the outer corner of the shrike.

A fire flickered in front of Katana, and then his son was nowhere to be seen.

Tears flowed along with the blood on his face, and at this moment, he went completely crazy.

Excellent combat skills, still difficult in the face of an enemy who is prepared and outnumbered and outarmed.

More and more tomahawks fell to the ground.

Orlan saw from above that a soldier had slashed his iron sword and snapped off, and then his face had been cut off by a tomahawk.

But soon another spear passed behind the Viking.

"Charge, charge me!"

Sweat smeared the Uba helmet, from the forehead to the nose, then to the lips, to the neck......

"Fuck!"

He kept giving orders, and when he saw a knight assassinating a Viking warrior, he hurried over and cut off his tomahawk at the knight's palm, and then aimed it at his thigh, like a butcher chopping meat.

But the foot bones are too thick, and the axe is stuck directly on it.

"The Odin warriors are invincible!"

He touched the bloody sword, his eyes glazed.

At this time, the shield wall of this side was broken, and the charging tactics could not fight against so many crazy Divine warriors in front of him, and there was still a chance to retreat at full speed.

"Your Majesty, you can't rush over!"

A warrior asked as he stepped back behind him, leaning against his back, helping him block the cold sword behind him.

"Fight for glory!"

The severed limbs on the ground are not all Viking warriors, there are more enemies than others, and the Viking ancestors often do the same?

My father can, my brother can, and so can I!

Uba was unwilling to give up, and the cronies who followed him turned their hearts on the side and turned their weapons.

The worst thing is to fall, and if you don't die, you will always come out!

Even if it falls, Valhalla is still waiting!

"Valhalla!"

Then the Vikings shouted for the temple again, and the howls of hundreds of people shook Oran's ears.

The picture is different from what Orlan thought, if the Vikings fled, they would die more and faster,

The river they were taking, Orlan had set up an ambush.

But now, hundreds of people are going crazy to take King's Landing.

The momentum gushed out, and some of the newly built walls seemed to be induced, and a few traces of powder were scattered......

This charge actually pierced the center of the Divine Soldier's line, and the shield wall slammed into the gate!

Many broken axes also got stuck in the door.

The people in the inner city heard the movement, and many people were frightened.

The people on the wall returned fire with various weapons and smashed down.

But the Vikings, with their tomahawks alone, threw up an incomparably powerful storm, and more than thirty people rushed into the city.

The soldiers guarding inside quickly returned fire and resisted bravely.

In the end, he left all the invaders behind,

The torn inner city defense is healed again.

"Bastard!

"Dog mongrel!"

Enraged, Orlan led the men into the battlefield from the other side.

The shield-wielding warrior is always holding his shield aloft to keep him safe.

Several warriors saw Orlan's group, holding the iron swords they had picked up, and rushed over with their bodies lowered.

It's like a bull standing up with a terrifying battle horn on his body.

But in front of him was the strongest matador.

"Look for death!"

Kunsang was in front of him, and he felt no pain, no fear.

As long as Orlan was behind him, a hundred in front of him would not let him escape.

Kunsang turned the knight's sword in his hand, and then with the advantage of numbers, he turned the wolves into sheep.

After a few rounds of slashing, Kunsang and his men knocked out the Viking weapons.

It's not nonsense, it's going to cut it off.

There was a Viking who avoided the vital point, but he was already at the end of his crossbow, and his body was not straight.

Orlan walked over and slashed his sword directly at the Viking warrior's neck.

Then another sword was aimed at the teeth.

Vessels of steel break through the tongue and throat......

When it is pulled out, it also stains the teeth.

Poof!

Blood splattered through the cracks in the barrel helmet.

"Pass it on, grab one, I'll reward one acre of land, cut one down, and Lao Tzu will give him two acres with a woman!"

Do you want to see for yourself how ruthless these Vikings can be?

Orlan is also crazy.

Under the helmet, his eyes were red, and his heart was only to kill people.

At this time, the Vikings in the direction of Uba, like a raging wind, launched a final charge.

One of Orlan's trumpeters immediately picked up the battle horn as soon as he was ordered.

Unlike the sound of other horns, the trumpeter's trumpeter is the same as the sound of other horns, and once it sounds, it means that you will do your best.

The sound woke up all the warriors of God who could move and breathe.

The fake king prepared by Orlan in advance also came in handy at this time.

He asked a fat man with a barrel helmet to pretend to be a king and go up to the city walls to boost morale.

The presence of the king made the soldiers of God cheer.

Fifteen minutes later, Uba finally backed down.

But the road had been blocked, and as soon as the dragon boats docked on the shore approached, they smelled a burst of burning.

The fifty buried archers and infantry pierced their last hope of survival in front of the Vikings, who were tired and panicked.

Some Vikings fled along the hillside, others into the forest.

Once the more than 200 survivors dispersed, they could not be caught immediately.

But the sky was getting brighter, and as long as they didn't have a boat, they couldn't escape Orlan's palm.

Orlan didn't sleep, and led the men to chase him down from King's Landing.

By daybreak, the madness of the soldiers of God had not disappeared.

Oran's order, even if it is a human head, an arm can be exchanged for a reward.

All the nobles took the lead and launched a huge Viking hunt.

Chase from morning to dusk.

Orlan finally catches up with Uba.

Although he lost, the bastard was still proud and did not put down his weapon.

The wolf skin on his body was all dyed red, and it was extremely fishy.

"Water!"

Orlan felt thirsty, took off his helmet, opened the water bag, and poured it on his face, his hair flying and his body covered in blood.

After drinking, he looked at Uba, "I've seen you, once when I was very young. At that time, I thought you were a piece of shit. ”

Then, when the Vikings were captured, coughing up blood that had not occurred for a long time, suddenly came up.

Orlan clutched his chest, and finally managed to press it down, but also spat out a small mouthful of blood.

"Hahaha!"

He let out a laugh.

The disease had been overwhelmed by itself, and the Vikings could no longer threaten themselves.

Uba feels that Orlan is a madman, but now he is a captive of a madman......

"You ignore the covenant with your relatives, attack King's Landing, kill the king, and then you Vikings will have no credibility, and you bastards will be finished."

"When am I going to kill the king?"

"Just now, when the king met your leader, and wanted to influence you with love and justice, you did not know what to do, and viciously pounced on the king, and bit off both of his ears and gouged out his eyes, which is terrible."

Uba's body is chilling, what does this kid say?

Earlier, in the first hour of sunrise, Oran asked Sals to send both the Puppet King and the Puppet King Actor to the Lord and lay on the Vikings.

The current King's Landing is probably "crying and mourning", right?

At this moment, Oran has countless reasons to avenge King Ella, himself a hero who saved his country.

The merit is not higher than saving the country, and the crime is no greater than the assassination of the king, and Orlan accounts for both.

Enjoyable.

"Your Excellency, are you alright?" Kunsang stepped forward and asked.

"Uba, get down on your knees and bark twice to Benbo, don't you like to put people in dog cages?"

Uba couldn't believe it, no matter if he won or lost, he had never touched anyone who dared to humiliate himself like this!

He is the son of Ragnar.

"Boy, you'd better know what's being said!"

"Go, get my artifact."

With a wave of his palm, Oran went up to disarm Uba, and then beat him.

Uba endured it and didn't say a word...... Don't give yourself a chance to go back, or you're done!

Uba's face was pressed to the ground, and he was covered in ash.

Until Orlan got the "Hammer of Holy War".

At this time, Uba's side, the other six Hucong warriors who followed and fled from protection were also suppressed.

Orlan flung the hammer.

Approaching the first warrior, followed by ......

Rumble!

This Viking warrior fainted to death in pain.

His fingers were shattered.

Kunsang applauded, but the noble knights like Katana, who had just arrived, clearly felt that something was wrong.

His son was seriously injured, but fortunately did not die, which allowed him to regain consciousness.

"He's worth a lot of money, he's a king."

Katana knew that Orlan loved interests and reminded him.

But at this time, Oran regards interests as dung.

"The King?" Orlan shook his hand.

"He's the son of Ragnar." Henry also came to the scene to report the battle, but what he said was equally disgusting to Orlan.

"I forgot, it's scary." Oran nodded.

Everyone thought that Orlan had listened to the persuasion, and they also opened their mouths to persuade them, especially the Titan, who said again, "He is Yin Val's brother, and with him, we don't have to worry about 'trouble' in the north." ”

Orlan gripped his hammer and slammed it at the second Viking warrior.

"Your Excellency!"

Then he blasted all the way to Uba.

Aligning the position, the hand holding the sword towards Uba was as fierce as a cannonball.

One hit was not enough, and Orlan slammed it four times.

The flesh and bones of the entire palm of his hand were shattered, and Uba had a little qi left.

Troublesome?

Oran raised his body and looked at everyone, and said coldly, "Can't I bear it!"

Everyone bowed their heads or turned sideways, and no one dared to answer.

"Hafdan is also going to die, mobilize all the riders, let Mercia chase after the soldiers of East Anglia, they want to go, either go south or go to sea from the east, and Benber will besiege them!"