At the same time as the crown prince succeeded to the throne, the Southern Crusaders did not stop sweeping Björn's footsteps.

After the eighth day, the two sides clashed again.

The Crusaders scattered Bjorn's forces along the way.

More than 100 more were defeated and surrendered.

On this day, Orlan and Guthrum's army, near a mountainous area, baptized and converted the newly joined Vikings.

Afterwards, head to the mountain spring pool.

"I thought that believers in God did not like to bathe, but what does that say, lice are God's gift to the saints." Guthrum was sarcastic.

"Water is God's gift to man, bathing the soul, removing dirt, and allowing every inch of skin to comprehend God's will more deeply. I thought you would wear horned helmets, share snot, cut off people's heads, and use your skulls as dung. ”

Oran said as he withdrew his robes and walked into the fountain.

Warm water flows through the openings of the stones, and the appearance is surrounded by fine marble, forming a spacious natural and artificial pool.

Gusrum also took off his robe and entered the pool.

The servant brought mead and ale, and a plate of sour fruits.

This semi-open-air bath has been piped since Roman times to bring water to the surrounding mountain springs, and finally heated to become a hot spring.

In the past, it was a temporary place of pleasure for the king to surround the county.

Paintings on the marble walls show the names of the kings who visited the place, as many as twelve.

This mountain spring pond is located on a high ground, and you can see the natural environment in the distance from the pool.

Lush and beautiful flowers and plants, tree-lined paths, animals of all colors.

And with the sound of the spring water flowing down, people's fatigue and dissatisfaction are melted away.

Both the mind and the body are effectively stretched.

The "two bastards" each chose one place to lean on.

Surrounded by shirtless warriors who had not entered the water and were armed with weapons.

After all, Orlan and Guthrum have too many enemies, and even soaking in the spring may be in danger.

"Hafdan gave it to you, you have to get things done, otherwise our plans will be affected."

"You are a shameless businessman who, while letting Hafdan go and taking his ransom, arranged for my men to intercept him, and put all the danger and fault on me."

"Those ransoms are ours, because I, a merchant, are now the Duke of Kent, and in a short time you will be the Lord of Denmark."

"Your Excellency, I only got half of Kent."

"It's a lot, and I've only got a third, and you're close to my land, and we're our own now, a toast to this damn friendship."

Orlan took a small sip, but Guthrum took a large sip, and his face became even more ruddy.

At this moment, the two of them have everything, they can master everything, and they begin to speak flutteringly.

Guthrum talked about what happened in the past few years, and Orlan also talked about the pressure of being a lord.

The two deliberately let out a gentle side to lower the vigilance of the other side.

After a while, someone came in and whispered.

Guthrum smiled meaningfully.

As he shouted outward, a woman slowly entered, protected by a maid.

Her eyes were cold, as if she had just stepped out of the snow, exuding a chill.

The face is pale, and there is no room for a little warmth in it.

Her forehead was a little high, and her will and pride were evident in it.

The lips are not big or small, and this mouth does not seem to confide a little begging for mercy.

The hair was more visible than gold water, scattered around the armor.

The blue hole is as noble as a jewel.

He also tied up long braids, which were not cut short for at least a few years.

The maid next to him was very large, and she looked like a man from the back

She carried a round shield with wolf patterns on it, and two wolves were biting each other.

If the maid waved her shield and rushed forward to slap Oran's face down, Orlan would have dyed the fountain red.

However, the Eagle Lord warriors were ready to go, stretching out their swords to tell the two women not to come any closer.

The hostess is very young, maybe as old as herself?

Orlan looked at Guthrum, "This is your gift to me?"

"She is not a gift, she is my sister, and she will be your wife."

"It's a pity I don't have a sister, otherwise I'll give you one."

The corners of Oran's mouth, which had been raised, began to return to normal.

The trade of the wicked will begin again.

"I only have half of Kent's base, which is too little, and if my estate can be expanded, then I will be more sure to conquer the disobedient traitors." Guthrum Road.

The shield girl with a high status is good, and she has a warrior heroic spirit.

Oran likes this kind of woman.

"Ma'am, tell me your name." Orlan turned his head, "I hate being held at a weapon, drop everything and be honest with each other. ”

When Guthrum heard this, he took a bath towel and got up, and then took his men out

The maid was invited out, and Oran's men were also very interested in leaving, leaving only the Blue Boy woman and Oran.

The woman walked into the fountain and looked haughtily at Oran.

"For the sake of my wife, I heard that you drew a sword in the church, and you are a warrior." The woman took a clean glass, drank a glass of wine, and then spat it out.

In order to communicate completely, the women spoke Frankish, not yet commoner, but the kind used by the nobility of the court.

"Something like urine, real wine, drinking it is like a knife cutting between the tongue."

"You're talking so interestingly, I'm starting to like you."

"You look like a little white face, I have had slaves like you, and one of them, the 'demon' on his body, is as ...... as a horse"

Foul language, unbearable.

As a lord of faith, Orlan replied awe-inspiringly, "I also have a 'demon' in me, and you have 'hell' on you, let's beat the demon into hell and return to God's grace." ”

The woman snorted, raised her glass to Oran, and the two of them toasted across the water.

"My name is Lagertha."

"Isn't that the name of Ragnar? Or Hafdan's mother. ”

"It's an old name, and it's not just her."

"You were born to the same mother as Guthrum?"

"I am of noble blood among the Danes, and I am only the same grandfather as Gusrum, and before that, my male elders can trace back to the 'King Vika' of Norway......"

Vikings loved to listen to stories and also loved to tell stories.

The woman began to speak of the greatness of the family again, and Oran did not know who the king was.

In his mind, most of the Viking legends before Ragnar were not history of faith.

After hearing this, it turned out that this man was a king who had passed down various sacrificial rituals.

He had no idea what the king's status was, but he could hear that the woman was proud.

"Your army has defeated Hafdan and Uba, and now it will defeat Björn, and Guthrum told me that he will retake Denmark, so I have come here to meet you, with my clan and berserkers. ”

The female leader did not take part in the initial operations of the Summer Army, and later recruited Berserkers to blockade the waters off Cornwall and Wales.

Not long ago, when he landed on the ground, he met Gusrum and surrendered.

There are only two paths left ahead, to join Björn, or to join her brothers.

"Our army will win sooner or later, and now you want to join, the land is no longer enough."

Orlan thought of what he had just said, thinking that this woman was going to exchange her body for the land of Kent?

"My clan is good at blacksmithing, there are more than 20,000 people, and the Danish region under its control can also produce good iron."

"These things can't impress me, do you know how much food can be produced and how many people can be fed every year on the land of Kent?"

Oran raised the price to see how the woman reacted.

But the woman only swiped her hands until she was half a body away from Orlan.

Young men and women looked at each other, and their inexplicable feelings diverged.

This is the natural desire of the human body, there is no good or bad, or love or dislike.

"I've heard a lot, you mint your own coins, if no one uses the approval, it's not very valuable, I know a lot of chiefs, I can promote your copper coins to those Saxon tribes, and use your wool and paper in exchange for better goods.

I've been to the Frankish court, and you need an agent to help you expand your influence and prestige.

What could be better than an alliance that mixes the feelings of a man and a woman?"

Such as Oran pajamas and a group of noble women, seeking benefits.

Lagertha in front of her also has a big pursuit, and he is working around tough men to develop and strengthen her tribe.

She confessed that Orlan liked this kind of ally.

Make the bottom line clear, as long as it is not violated, the relationship is not easy to change.

"I owe Guthrum a favor, he saved me on the battlefield, you give him the land of Kent, I become your close friend, and all three have interests.

Don't be in a hurry to refuse me, do you know how many kinds of goods can be transferred and sold on the Beihai Trade Network, and what is the profit?"