"My sons, celebrate our victory, our spoils will make our lives easier!"

A child wrapped in a woolen coat, with a full beard and a faint glimpse of a few scars, laughed at the sight of a man who would definitely cry as he sat on the lord's throne, and the cylindrical wooden wine glass in his hand was filled with beer and drunk by him at a very fast speed.

"King Denmaka! King Den Meka! King Den Meka! ”

The Wikipedians below were cheering, with a slight injury but they didn't care, as if they didn't have anything to interest them except alcohol.

This is a small castle built by King Denmaka near the harbor to serve as a base for Wikiwarriors.

"The cowardly, incompetent Dillmans, who wail under my crotch, are intoxicated, and their rulers are still in their castles, drunk and dying. They don't care if their people live or die, they care more about receiving enough taxes, and if they don't, they can only play the role of bandits once and take the last rations from the hands of those untouchables! King Denmaka stood up and made a gesture of embrace, arms outstretched, eyes slightly closed, and a little smug.

His words drew ridicule from Wikipedians, but the ridicule was directed at the Dillmans.

"Well, come and see our captives, look at these so-called noble nobles." King Denmeka clapped his hands, and immediately several Wikipedians walked over with three Dilmans who had been tied up with five flowers.

"Woooooooooooo

A Dildman was constantly struggling, as if he wanted to shout something, his face was full of grief and indignation, but unfortunately, the cloth ball blocked his mouth, and he could not say anything.

"Oh, poor fellow, why, are you in such a hurry to see your god? Haha......"

King Denmaka had a sneer on his face, and in his eyes the Diarman was like a lamb struggling before he died.

The Wikipedians began to heckle, they knew what was going to happen next, they shouted, agitated, and the aristocratic look looked at him with amusement.

"Sons, their blood will please our gods, and the more they fear, the more our gods will be pleased, and you will enter Valhalla, valiant warriors!" The corners of King Denmaka's mouth went up, revealing a satisfied smile.

"Valhalla! Valhalla! ”

Nothing is more tempting for Wikipedians than to get them into Valhalla after they die.

"Wait!" A man dressed as a priest suddenly walked out, anxiety written all over his face.

"Oh, it's Brother Ban, why, are you free to come to me today? Do you want to enjoy the ceremony together? King Denmaka glanced at the priest, saw the face, and laughed.

This is the monk who came to the territory of the Wikipedians to preach, King Denmaka has the strength, he allows these monks to enter his territory to preach, these guys who dare to risk their lives, he gives a certain respect, of course, only that.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty King Denmaka, your bravery and might are known all over the world, and your fleet is as glorious as your glory." Brother Ban folded his hands and praised respectfully.

King Denmaka's eyes narrowed slightly, he knew what this monk was here for, but he didn't break it, now he did enjoy the moment of being praised by Brother Ban, and every time he was very comfortable, much more comfortable than his subordinates.

"But I suppose that His Majesty the glorious King Denmaka should not aim his butcher's knife at the captives, for it would tarnish your prestige, and I hope that you will have mercy on these poor creatures." Monk Ben said earnestly, expectant in his eyes.

"Hey, monk, this is our captive, we can do whatever we want, what qualifications do you pagan have to stop it?"

"Heretics, get out, the king will give you face, that is to look up to you, don't be ignorant!"

Before King Denmaka could say anything, the Wikipedians who were still drinking and having fun were already dissatisfied, and one by one they spoke ill of Monk Ban.

Brother Ban's face was calm, but his eyes were bright, and he looked at King Denmaka deadly, as if he had not heard the voices of those people at all, and in his opinion, all the invective was insignificant, as long as he could get the permission of this pagan king.

"Christian monks, I have to say that you have the courage to come and save people under my hands, but you must know that it is only your glory that kills those captives and defiles them, and our God loves blood, and the God who kills us will be pleased! Ragnarok will come, the gods need the valiant Valhalla warriors, and these captured losers are simply not qualified to live in this world! ”

King Denmeka's beard trembled as if he had heard a funny joke.

"No...... No, no......" Brother Ban wanted to say something, but was directly startled by a glare from King Denmaka.

"Stand down, monk." King Denmaka's tone was light, but Brother Ban knew that this was an ultimatum.

Brother Ban was a little discouraged, and he had the heart to continue to refute, but he knew that if he continued like this, not only would he not succeed in rescuing those people, but he would also die at the hands of the angry King Denmaka.

"These savage infidels!" He cursed in his heart, but it was clear that cursing would not kill anyone.

"You devils! The Lord will send a divine punishment, and you will all die! At some point, the nobleman spit out the cloth from his mouth and cursed.

The others were also angry, and seemed not to be afraid of death at all.

Monk closed his eyes in pain, these were true knights, devout believers, they were not afraid of death, he knew that these people had been captured to defend their territory and protect their subjects, and he was powerless to save them.

"Humph! Do it! ”

King Denmaka's face turned cold, and his right hand slashed down fiercely.

"Huh!"

Several of the already equipped executioners held high the Wikipedian's special battle axe, slashed through the void and made a cracking sound, and in an instant, several heads rolled to the ground, blood flowing.

Monk Ban's eyes were red, his breath was short, and his hands kept changing, making crosses for these knights, hoping that they would return to the arms of the Lord when they died.

"King Denmaka! King Den Meka! King Den Meka! ”

Wikipedians are a militant race, a bloodthirsty race, seeing this bloody scene, they are not afraid, some are only naturally excited, they feel that their blood is boiling, and they are full of heat under the goose feathers and snow.

Before he knew it, the monk had left, and it was obvious that the monk was very uncomfortable, and King Denmaka was full of loneliness when he looked at his back.

"Hey." King Den Maika sneered and didn't pay attention to it, he didn't care about these people at all.

As time passed, the celebration reached a climax, and in the midst of the Wikipedians' cries, a shieldmaid with a shield came out, and in front of her was a fierce-looking Wikipedian, with a horned helmet on her head, an axe in her hand, and the crossed armor on her body did not hide his well-developed chest and abs, and the rich chest hair made him even more rugged.

"Come on, little girl, challenge me? Act recklessly! The wiki warrior gasped and rushed towards the shield girl like a bull.

The shield girl was not afraid at all, and faced it head-on, for Wikipedians, gender is never the standard by which a warrior is measured, and their shield soldiers are also warriors!

"Drink!" The Shieldmaiden held a shield to block the Wikiwarrior's attack, and with the power of the shock, the warrior took a few steps back, a little unstable, and she saw the opportunity to knock the warrior out with a sweep.

"Good!"

The onlookers applauded, ate their food, and watched the battle with interest.

The Wikiwarrior shook his head and scrambled to his feet, which made him a little discouraged.

He couldn't help but feel that this was an insult to him when he heard the cheers around him.

"Very good little girl, you completely me off!" The warrior roared and charged at the shield maiden with his weapon in hand, but this time he had a heart and eyes that were rounder than before.

It is an undeniable fact that both men and women are both gendered and bring some disparities in strength, and it seems that the shield girl is having some difficulty.

Just when everyone thought she was going to lose, her eyes suddenly widened, the shield in her hand slashed, and with a crisp loud bang, the Wikiwarrior's horned helmet was knocked away and rolled down on the snow.

The Wikiwarrior himself was also shocked by this shock, and his body shook a few times and fell softly on the snow, but from the slightly bulging and contracted chest, it can be seen that he is not dead, this is just a coma.

The sudden change was so rapid that no one reacted, and by the time they had come to their senses, the warrior had already fainted.

"Phew! The Wikipedians did not hide their ridicule of the vanquished, and the voices of ridicule kept coming.

"Boom!" The shield girl put her shield on the snow, and the snow was not very deep, and the muffled voice was eye-catching.

It was as if she was speaking of her victorious posture with such an act, and there was no doubt that she had just won the victory.

"Valkyrie! Valkyrie! Valkyrie! ”

Wikipedians shouted that this was their respect for the female warrior, that Valkyrie was a mythical female warrior who deserved to be respected, and that now the female warrior had also gained respect in a way that they approved, and that Wikipedians had always respected the winners.

"Look at the strength of my sons, look at their bravery, they can ride on my dragon head ships, bathe in the blood of our enemies, they are all warriors!" King Denmaka watched the duel below have come to an end, and drank with joy, this "savage" way officially their favorite.