Chapter 635 Merlin (Sincere Thanks to Alliance Leader Yong Zhixin)
Different from the joy at the wedding just now, it seemed as if darkness was about to envelope this small village. The women and the few villagers who were lucky enough to live to old age were watching the relatives gathered in the open space around the fence, while Allen was in another person in the village. The direction took out a bag of gems and was processing them. He asked one of his shadow three-eyed raven to follow the group of militiamen from a distance and catch up with them later to the King of England's garrison, while the other two He was sent north to Yorkshire.
Odgar, one of Harold's captains of the bodyguard and also a recruiting officer, was holding a wooden cylinder filled with ale. His helmet had been taken off, revealing his weathered and war-torn cheeks. , "Friends, I follow the teachings and instructions and swear an oath in public..." He raised his wine glass high, and all the summoned militiamen also held spears in one hand and held the wine glass in front of their chests in the other hand, following him. In accordance with the etiquette of this time, he swore with the oath made before the war - the Mead Oath, "I am willing to fight for the king until my last breath. If the king or the lord dies in battle, I will follow their example and continue to fight. If anyone If he sees that I am greedy for life and afraid of death, and that I am afraid of fighting and running away, he should remind me of the oath I swore in front of my people."
After saying this, everyone drank the wine in their glasses.
"It's time." Odgar issued the order, then picked up his shield and took the lead in the forefront. Although all the militiamen were reluctant and reluctant to leave their hometowns and relatives, they still obeyed and carried them with them. Fearing the unknown battlefield, he picked up his own buckler from the ground, and then started marching with Odgar.
"Oh, my love, come back safely!" the women shouted with sobs.
The unusual behavior of the little curly-haired mixed-race boy standing alone in front of a low wooden house with a panic-stricken look attracted Odegaard, who was monitoring the march. He waved his team to continue moving forward, but he walked over himself. He knelt down and asked gently: "Merlin, what's wrong with you? What did you see?"
The little boy Merlin pursed his lips, and his small chest rose and fell sharply. He looked at Odgar with serious eyes: "The warrior king crossed the sea to the west, and England was littered with corpses, followed by carrion-eating blackbirds. Death is coming." (Author's note: According to JK Rowling's setting, Merlin in the Harry Potter world is the wizard on the Chocolate Frog card. According to the welcome letter from Slytherin College on the official PotterMore website, it can be concluded that Merlin was once in Harry Potter. Gwarts went to school, and the college was Slytherin - the green ribbon of the First Order of Merlin was to commemorate the school Merlin graduated from, and the founding period of Hogwarts was obviously older than the era of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table. Hundreds of years later; and Merlin is also a prophet in historical legends, and the prophecy made here happens to be that a rumor of doomsday omen in England coincides with our plot - the last author's note I will write a little more word count to make it a free word count in addition to the round number of 1,000 words.)
"I told you not to mention this to others, child, it is just a dream of yours." Odgar stopped the boy from speaking. He did not want to reveal something different from ordinary children. Boys will be regarded as wizards or heretics by others. Odgar searched around, seemingly wanting to find the boy's adoptive father, Æthelwulf, but unfortunately the other man was obviously very dissatisfied with him because his son-in-law had been sign, and did not come to see him off. Odgar had to turn his attention again. "Remember not to tell anyone about this dream again, or it will cause trouble for your father and sister."
Odgar's expression became solemn, and he stood up with heartfelt thoughts. Ever since the new king Harold first came to power, there have been various rumors of doomsday omens in England, but they all pointed to the king's enemy across the sea. Duhai invaded and seized the throne of England - and the child named Merlin had been having the dream he just described repeatedly since he was very young.
The captain of the guard felt helplessly that this trip might be a disaster. How many of the militiamen from his hometown who were taken away this time would survive? But the moment he turned around, all his emotions were suppressed by him. He turned into a cold leader and shouted angrily at the farmers who slowed down their march and looked curiously at him: "Let's go, keep up!".
The afternoon sun shone through the gaps in the forest. The militiamen who had been walking hurriedly for most of the day did not dare to look directly at the dizzying sunlight. They all walked in silence with their heads lowered. Recruiting a number of armed peasants to join the militia was a common practice in this era, but the late summer of this year was unusual. The king's guard plowed through every inch of the mountains and forests, recruiting every farmer, every herdsman, and every Beekeeper.
The Vikings who swarmed out from various fjords in Norway set off from the assembly point of Solon Island on the west coast of Norway. Five hundred Viking warships and 30,000 Viking warriors, led by their king Harald Hardrada, Taking advantage of the northerly wind that lasted longer than usual, it took just over two days to successfully cross the 300-mile coast to Scotland. After a brief repair, we directly used the wind direction to continue sailing south along the east coast of Scotland. The line went straight to England and met up with Tosti, the former Earl of Northumbria who had just been driven north by King Harold of England.
Harald III, who had already understood that this might be his last conquest, decided to let his son stay as regent in Norway before going out. He wanted to use this battle to make the whole of England tremble, which also meant that no matter whether he won or lost, he would Neither expected to return to Norway.
Needless to say, if he is defeated, he will definitely die on the battlefield, and if his Viking subordinates who are good at wolf tactics and navigation want to escape by then, as long as the safety of the warship is ensured, these British guys will not be able to stop them. . And if he wins, he will follow the example of his ancestors and rebuild the Viking kingdom on the land of England.
The core of Harald's army this time consists of his bodyguards, who are all his personal followers, professional soldiers and killing machines. They are battle-hardened and even have veterans who have been beaten for sixteen years.
Moreover, Harald also brought a special force that did not seem to be large in size. These warriors were much taller and stronger than ordinary Vikings. They were all wearing bearskin and holding heavy weapons such as two-handed giant axes. , UU Reading www.uukanshu.net cooperates with the magic potions made by local witches using henbane seeds-once these pastes are applied to the skin, they can enter a state of madness that has almost reached the limit of human physical ability. In a violent state, he has no feeling of pain, no fear of death, and is not restrained by the horrors of the battlefield - even if he is pierced by a spear, he will continue to attack the enemy as long as he can.
These berserkers will exert superhuman physical strength and fight tirelessly until the battle is over or until they themselves are killed - of course, these berserkers will immediately fall into a state of exhaustion due to the side effects of the potion after their anger subsides.
When Odegaard and the others set off south from the village of Crowhurst, the deposed Earl and the King of Norway had already sailed along the Ouse River towards the outlet of the Humber River in central England, planning to enter the hinterland of England from here and head towards Yorkshire advances.
"I kill like grass and grass, never forgetting a single person. I kill thirteen enemies with my own hands. I walk quietly in the forest. I am alone and have few reputations. I don't need to say anything. I will eventually be known far and wide." Harald, who was on the bow of the Viking dragon-headed warship, began as a poet. As a king, he recited a poem that had been polished on the ship a few days ago, and then turned around as a king and looked at his men and his ally Tosti who were ready to attack at any time, "The grace of St. Olaf shines on me." , I will die as co-owner of Norway and England, and soon we will be filling England’s graveyards and feeding the crows with the rotting bodies of her people!”