(Don't take this chapter out of context and spray it in a hurry!There will be a slow explanation!)

"This priest?" said Björn with a strange look as he carried the treasure.

"Yes!" the wizard walked in through the backlit doorway.

"Wizards!" the Anglos are not as barbaric and uncivilized as the Vikings, and they are also very closely connected to the wizarding world: "Evil wizard, you have violated the ban of the Land Patrol!" a priest pointed to Bahrain with a trembling finger.

"No, I'm not interfering in any mortal world fights!" Bahrain had been looking for loopholes in the Continental Patrol Committee, and he had no handle on this. He's just a spectator, or at least he's just a spectator.

Without much to argue, he stretched out his wand and pointed at the young priest, "Follow me!"

Ethestan looked around numbly, the bloody scenes frightened him, all this happened under the gaze of the gods, but where was God?

"Where is your prayer room?"

Essestan glanced at him, did not speak, silently lowered his head and led the way.

"I need to repent! Father!" said Balin as he entered the prayer room.

"You can't go to heaven! The Lord won't accept your confession!" Essestan suddenly summoned up the courage to refute the hypocritical wizard: "Your hypocrisy is disgusting!"

"What should I do if I don't want to go to hell?" asked Balin, still looking at him with a blank face.

"There's no way, one of your feet has stepped into the abyss!" Essestan looked at the wizard very seriously, perhaps the wizard's equally thin body gave him an instinctive sense of security.

"I want to be baptized in turn!" Bahrain continued.

"Your soul is dirty, your ** is filthy, you have nothing else to do but cut yourself!" Essestan continued to shake his head.

Suddenly, a dagger pierced his heart, and Bahrain watched indifferently as he fell. He cut off his head with a dagger and put it on the table, and took out his Bible and other objects and placed them one by one.

Balin turned and knelt down at the bottom of the skull, and closed his eyes reverently: "Man cannot see the kingdom of God unless he is born of water and the sacred" The wizard knelt under the skull, and the young priest stared at the front with wide eyes, soaked with blood under the skull. The sorcerer is baptizing himself with the gospel that the baptist priest needs to say, or is he baptizing himself in the place of the dead Essesstan?

After going through the procedure in strict accordance with the process of the savior's baptism, Balin finally came to the head again and sat down sideways: "Father, I am guilty!"

The wizard sat like this, letting the blood stain his robes red. A man tells his sins against a head. Is he in confession?

"I'm guilty, I killed Nazanin with my own hands just to swallow the Godhead alone!I'm guilty, I used innocent Vikings for ** experiments......" The sun was gradually setting, and the afterglow shone through the window, and Bahrain reverently confessed to a head, so twisted and weird.

"I'm guilty, I'll kill you with my own hands, priest, can I still be saved!" After a moment of silent meditation, Balin stood up, took off his robe and knelt down on one knee under the cross. Silently watching the Sufferer, Balin began to self-flog as a way to achieve his own salvation.

Rollo, who had already completed the plunder, carried a pile of metal objects with a fishing net to look around for traces of Bahrain, and looked through the window of the prayer room, where a thin figure knelt under the cross in the depths of the slightly dark room, whipping himself with a leather whip, and his back was already covered with blood.

Crunch

Benrollo gently pushed the door open, and put down the treasure in his hand. Some of the strange things in the room made the Viking warriors who had always been bold also feel uneasy, and they didn't dare to go too far ahead, and the wizard's mental condition became more and more unstable. He feared that the wizard would completely degenerate into madness and turn him into cannon fodder: "Wizard?"

Balin's hand stopped: "Are you finished?"

"Yes, it's over!"

The wizard stood up with his hands on his knees, and without explaining anything, the quiet man put on his robe and turned around. The afterglow swept over the silver cross hanging from Isestan's chest in a pool of blood, bent down to pick it up from the pool of blood, wrapped the silver chain around his left hand, and took the wand in his right hand and swept over the frowning Rollo out of the room.

The Viking warrior looked at Balin's side face uneasily, but the expressionless wizard made it impossible for him to decipher any of the messages.

After taking two steps, Balin turned, and the wand burned with the brilliance of witchcraft. A golden-green human-faced fireball suddenly ignited, shooting into the house at an extremely fast speed, instantly engulfing the cross that had been worshiped in Bahrain before. The flames then spread, engulfing the entire prayer chamber in hellfire.

"Let's go!" the wizard was the first to leave, holding his staff.

At sunset, the plundering Vikings came out of the town to find carts and other piles of treasure, but unfortunately most of the Vikings were too tall to wear Anglo armor. They can only collect their high-quality weapons and carry them on their shoulders and prepare to take them back.

In the afterglow, Björn led the team at the front of the team, and the group set out on the return home with satisfaction.

As I climbed over the hill along the previous path, the sound of the waves gradually came. More than forty defenders from the Longwall had gathered at the landing site of Balin and the others, and the peasants who had escaped from the village eventually led the defenders to intercept the Viking pirates before they left.

The two Viking warriors who remained behind were tied to the ground with their hands tied and two sharp swords resting around their necks.

"Tell me, who are you?pirates?savages?bounty hunters?" The Anglo general, who was riding on a tall warhorse overlooking the two captives, looked at the attendants on the left and right, and everyone stared at him blankly, which made the young general a little unsure. Viking legends have passed for hundreds of years, and for the mortal world, that time is enough to forget most things.

"Forgive me, General, they must be Vikings!" said the peasants who had come with the army as they walked up to their horses and saluted earnestly.

"Vikings!?" the general felt a little headache: "Hey, did you hear me? Our farmer accuses you of being the Vikings who plundered their village before! For God's sake, I allow you to defend yourself" The officer took the reins of his horse in one hand and held the whip in the other, and pointed to two strangely dressed fellows with their hands tied.

The two glanced at each other, and one of them slowly raised his head and smiled with a somewhat fearful smile: "No, this is a misunderstanding." We were just shipwrecked merchants. ”

The officer nodded knowingly, "What evidence do you have to prove that you are a merchant?"

"No, General! They lie, they're all butchers. If you give the order to search, you will find out the wealth they have plundered from our village!" the farmer looked at the general and began to hesitate, and hurriedly stepped forward to argue.

The officer rubbed his brows in embarrassment, rode away a few steps, and gathered with several of his subordinates to discuss.

Suddenly, there was a rumbling sound in the grass in the direction of the hill, and the officer immediately rode behind the soldiers. More than forty soldiers immediately leaned close together, drew their long swords and began to take guard.

Soon Bjorn emerged from the grass with a steel shield in hand.

"Stop! who are you!" shouted the heavily armed and solemn-looking Oglu officer.