When the rain became weak, the crown prince got what he wanted, and Oran was initially trusted.

The size of the two armies continued to increase, and if the peasants with dung forks were included, the total could have reached four thousand or even four thousand five.

The crown prince thanked them for their loyalty and blessed each and every one of the warriors.

Tired and even "above board" fell from the horse, but fortunately the soldiers blocked it in time.

Oran's nobles scoffed, such as the Shrike.

In their eyes this is too stupid, and if it works, then the blacksmith can be changed to a dung digger.

Oran was not smiling, but afraid.

When buying people's hearts with benefits, people may turn against or fight bravely on the battlefield.

When reassuring people with faith, they may fall or live, but they will never aim their swords at themselves.

The crown prince is acting, he has no money now, he is noble, and his demeanor is enough to buy the rewards of these cheap lives.

And shed "crocodile tears", what a bastard.

"God!"

"England!"

Assell said that when he saw the Father, Miba put the papal cloak on the crown prince.

In the debate the other day, the Roman monks pointed at Oran and said that he had used God's will to make people worship him.

Now, the crown prince is doing a lot of fun.

The weak need a strong person to maintain their beliefs.

Oran was convinced that all the lords were either tyrants or died before becoming tyrants.

That's all for these two.

The crown prince puffed up his reputation, making the king reviled and greedy by the monks.

Let the aristocracy support themselves, sow divisions, ambitions.

Seeing that the elder brother king was besieged, he did not sacrifice his life to save it, and was unfaithful.

Maybe he still has an affair with the princess? Nonsense.

A round of the sun, a moon, and a crown.

There is only one "great" or "dark" thing.

Oran was convinced that Alfred was the "son of the devil".

Now the crown prince has shown four evils, and there are still three evils left.

There must be a hole card to restrain him.

Otherwise, when he is full of evils, England will be ruled by the devil.

Oran's belief, right or wrong, is a strong will.

Once the will can be exercised, it will not be a disaster, but will eventually be great.

……

The Lords were far superior in numbers to the Vikings, even though many of them were militiamen.

However, under the Defend the Homeland faith, it can still cause a little trouble for the Vikings.

Bjorn's shield army had not yet arrived, and Guthrum had only just arrived at his target.

Rumors of the White Eagle fighting with the Flying Serpent spread to the Viking camp with the "sheep cry".

"He colluded with sin, so God took his life."

The shepherd, who was caught, told the truth what he heard.

Almost at the same time, it was reported that the crown prince had sent riders to Björn to hand over the Danish gold and keep the peace.

Guthrum hesitated, not knowing whether to advance or retreat, and if Orlan was killed, the crown prince would have everything.

He was afraid that the crown prince would send someone to tell Björn.

Originally, the Vikings had an advantage that could not be shaken, but he privately divided Theodore, Bjorn, and Hafdan's men into enemies, and deliberately lost other clans in the front, and now fell into a passive situation.

He waited all night and decided to re-cooperate with Bjorn, who could argue that the Eagle Lord was dead anyway if the latter questioned him.

But it wasn't Bjorn's sword that came first, it was God's Cross.

He entered the terrain line controlled by the Divine Alliance, and the vast deserted land was almost undivided by hedges and other objects.

The Catholic coalition has three ways to get here.

Further afield, there are natural bunkers such as swamps that are not controlled by the Vikings.

According to the plan, he should push forward and control these places.

But Oran's death disrupted everything.

When he got up in the morning, he was about to untie his trousers and moisten the land of England.

A new battle horn comes from where the sun rises.

For many people, dawn is the most beautiful time of the day.

With the wind and the sun comes hatred.

A large number of Ansar soldiers, protected in a fixed formation, lived Gusrum from the perimeter.

The iron on his body collided with other objects, making a screeching sound, and there was an endless stream.

Guthrum saw the black dot and immediately put on his armor.

He saw a glimmer of joy in the eyes of the handsome young man who was naked in the tent.

Then he slashed the nobleman and male pet who had been arrested for many days with a sword.

When he lifted the curtain, the Vikings' battle horns sounded.

But obviously there was no momentum before, they didn't expect to be sneak attacked, and a sense of powerlessness hit, like an avalanche in the mountains,

Human strength and belief are rapidly shaken.

The Viking soldiers at the front of the defense felt it the most.

The tomahawks or iron tools in their hands are not effective in resisting, and even stretch the shadow of fear.

Will die!

The Crown Prince's Welsh archers, Oran's hospital riders, and some of the charging knights from East Anglia.

Faced with the Vikings, who were far from outnumbered and in disorder.

It becomes a cross feast.

Many of the soldiers were knocked down by the arrows, and when they tried to get up, larger and heavier iron swords pierced through the soft parts of their bodies.

Touch the intestines, touch the flesh.

With a turn of the hand, the card rubs and flutters.

For the wounded, they finally hear the worst sound in the world.

There is no greatness or heroism in the murderous battlefield.

Frightened corpse, body separated from flesh and bone.

Feces, urine and feces mixed with sludge and blood.

The wails were so loud that they could break both ears.

Guthrum did not abandon this group of soldiers.

This is from the time of the former king of Denmark, who accompanied his relatives and their children.

But his prestige as a leader and his martial prowess only had time to delay defeat at this time.

A handful of berserkers roared and brandished their weapons.

"Valhalla is calling me to write the legend of the North."

Some priests sang with the warriors, wanting to kill a few more, and in the future, they begged the god Odin to sleep with a few more Valkyries.

But when Guthrum's front was broken, fear overpowered excitement and anger.

Led by the living little leader, he ran like a mouse, trying to get into the hole.

Blood stained some of the straw red.

Orlan rode over, and his horse suddenly took a bite and chewed it, and his face was pleasant, and the taste seemed to be incomparably delicious.

At this moment, a Viking warrior near the ground struggled to get up, holding an iron sword in both hands to lean over.

But a faster figure rode his horse and flew out of the spear with all his might, shooting the warrior through the heart in the middle.

"It's not snowy Northern Europe, it's warm England, so you can use it as fertilizer, boy."

Shrike raised his iron helmet, bared his eyes, and saluted Oran.

Orlan then raised the immortal sword high, "Heavenly Father has seen our courage to defeat heresy, and this year's England will usher in a bumper harvest,"

Then continue the pursuit of Guthrum.

This flat land should either go through the swamp or retreat from the flat land.

There are three paths and small forks in the road to choose from.

Orlan locks on Guthrum.

He was expected to bow his head to meet Bjorn, or run towards the swamp.

It was possible to do both, and in the end he chose the latter.

There the horses are sad and the chances of being caught up are lower.

The battle was decided at dawn, and Orlan spent the rest of the day hunting Guthrum.

The fewer people ran away, and Guthrum was left with a few people at the end.

His clan was torn apart.

As he passed through the deep sawa, his iron helmet fell nowhere.

The sword he used to cut through weeds and bushes.

Boots filled with stinky water.

The whole body is covered with mosquitoes, and it is embarrassing.

The first to discover him was the shrike.

He was a warrior on horseback, disgusted with going down to the water area, and Orlan gave him a place for logistics.

Unexpectedly, Guthrum felt that the God soldiers on the battlefield would leave a little later.

After a day of stinking water from the swamp, he returned along the water again.

And not long after he went ashore and fled west, he was chased and intercepted by riders.

Guthrum had the right idea, but bad luck.

The shrike was lazy, but he stole the fruit.

"My lord! Forgive me, I am willing to convert. ”

A young Viking warrior bowed his head, but was ready to attack the Shrike.

But the shrike is not stupid, these are not unarmed, young and good-looking aristocratic women.

After his shieldmen surrounded the dogs of the losers, they took their bows and arrows.

Turning to the warrior, "Forgive you is God's business, and I am only responsible for sending you to him." ”

An arrow shoots and misses!

Exercise!

Shrike pulled another arrow, but was still blocked.

As a knight of Orlanphon and a staunch supporter of the White Eagle, he learned Orlan's words and deeds six or seven points.

"Lord Ben hates people who work hard, especially enemies, and now I pronounce the verdict, you are guilty, go and die."