Chapter 641 Fulford
King Harold of England re-raised the army, but he, like William who was taken refuge in Port St. Valery, France by the storm, felt that he was in a disadvantaged situation. He was still a short distance from the south of York. , must also face the threat from the Vikings at all times.
The two dark horses, King Harald of Sweden and his ally Tosti, Earl of Northumbria, have a fresh and powerful army ready to go. At present, only a local force assembled by the northern nobles is against them.
Today, beside a ditch near Yorkshire, as the leader of the northern nobility, an old earl who looks to be seventy or eighty years old is waiting here with several subordinates.
A shadow raven perched hidden among the lush trees. Its small shadowy head turned left and right until it saw a majestic Viking man about seven feet tall and wearing a golden ponytail. With a dead deer striding towards this side, its three eyes were fixed on the Viking in bearskin - he came alone in front of the people in England without fear and killed the deer until it was old The earl threw it in front of him as a gift from the Vikings.
"My name is Lynch, don't attack us, we're just here to do business, and the Vikings are learning to do business—so listen up, English, we're learning to do business, though there's always someone among us who Slowly caused some misunderstandings... So the descendant of the golden-haired King Haralda, the son of Sigurd So, the chieftain of eastern Norway, and the king of Norway, Harald the Merciless III, sent me to tell you that as long as you give up York, he allows you to sacrifice Silver and cattle in exchange for peace.” Although the Viking sent to negotiate seemed taller and stronger than the average Viking, he obviously had a different affinity and higher intelligence, and he made himself appear sincere and sympathetic. In the past, he seemed to be a bit considerate of the other party and persuaded, "I think it is definitely more cost-effective for you two to pay tribute to eliminate disasters than let us hack to death. We don't want to fight, so we want to negotiate a price to start a business."
"About the price? We will pay you tribute with our sharp swords and spears, and smile at you with the sharp edge of our tomahawk." The withered old man was obviously much tougher than his figure, and he was not moved by it. He gave his answer slowly in a mocking tone, "I have two powerful earls under me, one of whom is the king's brother-in-law, and their strong men. Tribute? They will swear to defend this land, So grab your prey and get out!"
"I'm so sorry you said that." The Vikings said in a low voice, staring at each other without saying a word. They knew each other clearly that a battle was imminent.
For these northern Englanders, in any way, they must now be compared with the Viking army, and their once exiled enemy, Tostie.
A little later, just two miles from the gates of York, on the bank of a deep ditch at Fulford, an army of Northern Englishmen stood on one side of the ditch, while on the other side more than six thousand heavily armed Vikings Although the people were not all the number brought by King Harald, and the formation seemed to be a little scattered, they did not lose their morale because of the inferior number of people. Instead, they were all gearing up to start a battle.
All the two parties had to do was to cross the water-logged ditch between them, and it was high tide time, which separated them.
Lynch inspected the Viking berserkers in the front line he was in charge of, who also wore a suit and held a two-handed giant axe. He issued a mobilization: "Cows and sheep will die, relatives will die, everyone will die, but there is one thing that lives forever. , that is the glory of the dead. Odin helps, what do we want?"
"Fight." The brave and fierce Vikings roared in unison.
"What?" the Viking repeated loudly again.
"Fight." The soldiers raised their voices and roared loudly.
And those Northern England troops neatly lined up on the other side of the ditch lined up directly next to the swampy highland on the other side. They blocked the Vikings' way to York, and they were obviously not to be outdone.
The morale was also boosted, and they began to insult those Vikings. For a while, the two troops stood in their respective places, slapped their shields with their weapons, and shouted at each other—they waited for the tide to fall, so that They can really fight.
After swearing for a long time, the tide began to recede, and the opposing sides raised their shields with an order, and took a step forward in harmony.
The soldiers gathered under the command of the old earl, under his leadership, neatly moved the shield wall forward a few steps, and taunted the Vikings by tapping on the shield with their weapons.
None of these northern Englanders were greedy for life and afraid of death. They didn't choose to hide behind the high walls of Yorkshire and tremble, but took up arms to face the formidable enemy on the other side of the ditch-to defend the chastity of women, and to defend the integrity of their children and grandchildren. Freedom, even if their bones are broken, they will not hesitate. The Anglo-Saxons will never bow to the strongman who robs them.
The English soldiers shouted faster and faster, and the Vikings on the opposite side seemed to be unable to bear the provocation. If the officers hadn't been on guard, some people might have wanted to forcefully cross the river without waiting for the tide to recede.
At this time, Alan, who was delayed for a while because of absorbing souls at sea and encountering Captain Jack by chance, finally arrived not far from the shore of the deep ditch in Fulford. Instead of using the slow-paced action that he was used to, he directly used the illusion spell and walked a large circle along the ditch and the two banks and began to set up a magic circle on the battlefield.
In the end, Allen let himself float onto a high raised boulder. He raised his staff and activated a huge magical barrier composed of illusions and confusion spells arranged on both sides of the ditch—wanting to absorb the souls of the dead , he must make such preparations, the ashes of the soul-absorbed soldiers in the sea will be swallowed by the sea without a trace, but on such a large battlefield, if the dead soldiers are turned into ashes one after another, they will definitely be feared The attention of the visionary Muggle army may even lead to an unexpected end to the war-so fortunately the tide here gave Allen a chance not to waste.
Seeing that the tide had receded enough for them to fight, Allen, who had just activated the magic circle, hurriedly used it as one of the basic materials for making the Sorcerer's Stone-the one that had absorbed the blood pool and those transformed twisted pieces of meat before. A red magic stone flowing with vitality was placed on this boulder.
This magic stone was far from blood red to the color he remembered in later generations, so he put it here, and then hurriedly went to the battlefield where it was possible at any time, and began to make up for the vicious curse of those wounded soldiers in the battlefield. Stop the bleeding yourself, so as to absorb their life force until their souls are sucked away by the staff after their death.