Chapter 641 Fulford
King Harold of England re-raised the army, but he, like William who was blown by the storm and took refuge in the French port of St. Valery, believed that he was in a disadvantageous situation. He was still a long way from the south of York. , and must always face threats from the Vikings.
The two dark horses, King Harald of Sweden and his ally Tosti, Earl of Northumbria, had fresh and powerful armies, and they were well prepared. Currently, only a local force assembled by the northern nobles opposes them.
Today, beside a ditch near Yorkshire, an old earl who looks to be in his seventies or eighties as the leader of the northern nobles is waiting here with several of his men.
There was a shadow raven nestled hiddenly in the lush trees. Its little shadowy head turned around until it saw a strong Viking man with a figure of about seven feet and a golden ponytail. Seeing a dead deer striding towards this side, its three eyes were fixed on the Viking wearing a bearskin - he came to the people of England alone without fear and then moved the deer to its old age. The count threw it in front of him as a gift from the Vikings.
"My name is Lynch, don't attack us, we are just here to do business, and the Vikings are learning to do business - so listen up, England, we are learning to do business, although there are always some among us who are very good at it. Arrogance has caused some misunderstandings... So Harald III, the King of Norway, a descendant of the fair-haired King Haralda and the son of Sigurd Thor, the chieftain of eastern Norway, sent me to tell you that as long as you give up York, he will allow you to donate silver. and animals in exchange for peace." Although the Viking sent to negotiate looked taller and stronger than the average Viking, he obviously had different affinities and higher intelligence. He made himself appear sincere and approached. He seemed to be considerate of the other party and persuaded him, "I think it would be more cost-effective for you to pay tribute to eliminate disasters than to let us hack him to death. We don't want to fight, we just want to negotiate a price and do business."
"Negotiate the price? We will use our swords and spears to pay tribute to you, and the sharp blade of the battle ax will smile at you." The withered old man was obviously much tougher than his figure looked, and he was not moved by it. He gave his answer slowly with a mocking tone, "I have two powerful earls, one of whom is the king's brother-in-law, and their strong men. Pay tribute? They will defend this land to the death. , so grab your prey and get out!"
"I'm so sorry that you said that." The Viking's voice was low, and he stared at each other without saying anything. They knew in each other's hearts that a battle was about to break out.
For these northern Englanders, they now had to contend in one way or another with the Viking army and their once-exiled sworn enemy, the Tosti.
Later, just two miles away from the gates of York, on the bank of a deep ditch in Fulford, a force of Northern Englanders stood on one side of the ditch, while more than 6,000 heavily armed Vikings stood on the other side. Although the people were not all brought by King Harald, and the formation seemed a bit scattered, they were not at all demoralized due to the numerical disadvantage. Instead, they were all gearing up to start a battle.
All the two parties had to do was cross the ditch with water flowing between them. It was high tide time now, which separated them.
Lynch inspected the Viking berserkers in the front line he was responsible for, who were also wearing armor and holding giant axes with two hands. He issued a mobilization: "Cows and sheep will die, relatives will die, everyone will die, but one thing will last forever. , that is the glory of the dead. Odin helps, what do we want?"
"Fight." The brave and fierce Vikings roared in unison.
"What do you want?" the Viking repeated loudly again.
"Fight." The soldiers raised their voices and roared loudly.
The Northern England troops who were neatly arranged on the other side of the ditch lined up directly next to the swampy highland on the other side. They blocked the Vikings' road to York, and obviously not to be outdone, they also boosted morale and began to move towards The Vikings exchanged insults, and for a moment the two troops stood in their respective places, clapping their weapons against their shields and yelling at each other - waiting for the tide to go down so they could actually fight.
After a long period of angry cursing, the tide began to recede. Following an order, both sides of the confrontation raised their shields and took a step forward in agreement.
The soldiers who gathered under the command of the old count, under his leadership, moved the shield wall a few steps closer, tapping their weapons against the shields to taunt the Vikings.
None of these northern Englanders were afraid of death. They did not choose to hide behind the high walls of Yorkshire and tremble. Instead, they took up arms and faced the powerful enemies on the other side of the ditch - to defend the chastity of women and to defend women. They would not hesitate to have the freedom of their descendants, even if their bodies were broken into pieces. The Anglo-Saxons would never bow to strong men who robbed their families and homes.
The English soldiers shouted faster and faster, and the Vikings on the opposite side seemed to be unable to bear the provocation. If it weren't for the officers' preparedness, some might have wanted to forcefully cross the river without waiting for the tide to recede.
At this time, Allen, who had been 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. UU Reading www.uukｎshu.net Due to time constraints and mentality The changes left him no time to maintain the slow-paced movements he was used to. Instead, he directly used the Illusion Spell to walk in a large circle along the ditch and both banks and began to set up a magic circle on the battlefield.
Finally, Allen let himself float to a high raised boulder. He raised his staff and activated a huge magic barrier composed of illusions and confusion spells arranged on both sides of the ditch - wanting to absorb the souls of those who died in battle. , he must make such preparations. The ashes of the soldiers whose souls were sucked in the sea will be swallowed up by the sea without a trace. But on such a large battlefield, if the dead soldiers turn into ashes one after another, they will definitely be feared by these The attention of the strange Muggle troops might even lead to an unexpected termination of the war - so fortunately the tide here gave Alan an opportunity not to waste.
Seeing that the tide had receded enough for them to start a war, Allen, who had just activated the magic circle, quickly used the stone as one of the basic materials for making the magic stone - the one that had previously absorbed the blood pool and the transformed twisted flesh The red magic stone flowing with vitality was placed on this boulder.
This magic stone was far from blood-red to the color of his memory 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 mend the vicious curse of the wounded soldiers in the battlefield who could not let go. Stop the bleeding yourself and use it to absorb their life force until their souls are sucked away by the staff after they die.