Claze comforted the Vikings who were ready to move. After a night of raid, even the strong Vikings would feel tired. They lurked in the woods and waited for the arrival of the second day. Sometimes even chopping/persons was a very hard thing. These Vikings lay on the ground with their battle axes in their arms. Except for a few people holding bows and arrows, the others quickly fell into a deep sleep.

"Crack, Crack." Craze did not fall asleep. He was wearing his fur coat and sat on a rock, holding a rough grinding stone in his hand, rubbing the blade of his battle axe one after another. After rubbing dozens of times, the thick clouds in the sky were pushed apart, revealing a bright moon. The light of the moon penetrated the gap between the branches and shone on Craze's body. His movements stopped a little, and then he raised his head to look at the moon in the sky.

"What a bright moon." Claze took a breath, shook his head, and threw his wet hair on his shoulders. If the moon appeared in advance, he might be discovered by the defensive towers of the port. It was like the protection of the gods. He put down the battle axe in his hand and wiped his nose. At some point, his weak body had grown into such a strong Viking man. A word kept hovering in his mind, "Buster, Buster."

"What's wrong, Craze." The voice of the shield girl Grace came from behind. She seemed to hear Craze's whisper. She thought Craze had discovered something, so she got up and walked behind him.

"Well, it's okay. I'm wiping the weapon." Claze put down the battle axe in his hand, but as a Viking warrior, the weapon will never be far away from his arm. He turned around and looked at Grace, a shield girl with gray wolf skin on her shoulders.

"Why can't you sleep?" Shield girl Grace knew that sometimes even experienced soldiers would suffer from insomnia before the war due to being too excited or various reasons, so good soldiers must be able to overcome these factors. However, under Grace's observation, this Norwegian named Kraze would never suffer from insomnia due to these reasons.

"I like to prepare all my weapons before fighting." Craze explained to the shield girl Grace, which was respect for her saving her life, but Grace did not believe Craze's words.

"Sometimes, I can talk to someone to relieve the pressure, which is what my father told me." Grace sat generously on Claze's side. Claze was the commander and leader of the operation the next day. If his condition was not good, it would definitely lead the entire raid team into a situation of failure, and Odin hated failure.

"Your father? Is he also a Viking warrior of the King of Denmark?" Kraze asked curiously.

"No, he is not." Grace's blue eyes showed nostalgia, and she shook her head and said to Kraze. Seeing his puzzled look, she continued to explain. "My father was the last King of Denmark, but he was killed by the current King of Denmark Knuba in the one-on-one fight. I was only ten years old at that time."

"What? The daughter of the last Denmark king." Kraze was shocked. Unexpectedly, this shield girl who was not inferior to a man in the battle was actually the daughter of the previous Denmark king. But Kraze soon realized that this must be a one-on-one fight for the throne.

In the Viking tradition, although the leader is sacred and inviolable, the free people must obey the leader unconditionally, whether it is the count, tribal duke or king, if a hero recognized by most free people appears in his jurisdiction, then when the authority of this hero is gradually approaching the leader, he can invite the leader to a one-on-one challenge. The leader can choose to agree or refuse, but few leaders refuse to invite the leader, because the Vikings are a proud and brave nation, and refusing to fight alone will have a huge blow to the leader's authority.

"That's right, Knuba got the support of most of the free people. He challenged my father, eventually defeated and killed him, and became the new King of Denmark." Grace's voice was very calm, as if she had been accustomed to such things. At least Knuba not only did not drive her away and her mother, but instead took care of them and daughter and made her a shield girl.

"At least your father died in battle, and God Odin will accept his soul." Claze said to Grace. The Vikings were not afraid of all the dangers in this world. The only thing they were worried about was not to die in battle and died on sickbeds. According to ancient stories, their souls would fall into hell. But Grace heard the stories in his sad voice, so she waited patiently. The Vikings liked to listen to stories, whether it was exciting heroic epics or sad stories.

"kindness."

"My father was a tribal leader in Norway. In summer, they crossed the sea and rushed westward to raid the Anglo-Saxons. In winter, I returned to Norway with plundered supplies. During a raid, my father forced an Anglo-Saxon woman. He did not take it seriously at that time. He returned to his territory on a ship in winter. But when the second summer he led the raided warriors to the land of the Anglo-Saxons, the Anglo-Saxon woman brought a baby to him." Kraze stopped here, and the following words were no longer needed to be said. He was an illegitimate child, an illegitimate child without any inheritance. Grace did not know how to comfort Kraze. The gods always joked with all kinds of jokes. Although it was not funny to people at that time, since it was fate, he could only accept him.

When the next morning, when the sun shone over the woods, the cuckoos in the forest woke up the Vikings. They yawned and yelled each other and woke up their companions. Kraze, the leader of this raid team, was already ready to stand at the forefront of the team, watching the Viking warriors who stood up and walked in front of him.

"God Odin has given us a revelation. We will surely achieve the final victory. Even death is just on the way to the temple. I can't wait to sit next to the Lord of Gods to taste the most beautiful honey wine." Kraze held the battle axe in his hand and roared and inspired the Vikings in his rough voice. When he heard his last words, the Vikings laughed, and the laughter shook the leaves above his head.

"Wow~~~~ The will of God Odin." The Viking warriors held up the battle axe in their hands and roared loudly, like a group of wolves stimulated by blood. They used the battle axe in their hands to hit the edge of the round shield, making a muffled sound of Peng Peng. The sound faintly reached the ears of the guardians in the defense tower in the port.

"It's Tema's damn Nordic Viking." The face of the Great Sword Rex changed. As a robber who had once cut the path, he knew very well the behavior of these bloodthirsty Nordic people. The name of the berserker is definitely not a story. The fighting method of fighting is the style of these Nordic people. Thinking of this, he looked at the panicked recruits around him and frowned.

"Light up the wolf smoke and tell the Earl of Mecklenburg that the Nordic pirates have indeed come to our land." Andrew, the crazy man, ordered the subordinates. At this time, the other two bunkers had already risen. The residents of the port fled one after another, or under the advice of the guards, but some merchants who had lost their friends and companions in the hotel, gritted their teeth and demanded to enter the bunker with their weapons, and resisted the crazy Nordic pirates with these guards.

"You have known that the Nordic pirates are coming, so you have built these three towers. Since this is the case, why don't you build a wall so that our friends and companions will not die." But some merchants also looked at the cleverly designed brick fortress and accused the guards of dissatisfaction.

"Hmph, build a wall? Then how many people should the Earl use to defend the city wall? The outsider just shut up and obediently obey the arrangements." The crazy man Andrew looked at the merchant disdainfully, and refuted the other party just a few words. It is better to change the surface to point, use a solid bunker to defend the enemy's attack, and give up other unimportant places. This is common sense in the military experience of insufficient manpower.

"Listen, those Yankees are here." Great Sword Rex shouted loudly from the top of the bunker to Andrew below. Andrew heard it and quickly pushed away the merchants who were in trouble and climbed up to the top. With the continuous knocking of Peng Peng, a group of Viking warriors holding round shields and battle axes gradually emerged from the woods outside the port. They were either covered in blonde hair and were alive with iron helmets, looking directly at the locations of the three towers, with hideous faces and greed. They made a shouting threat while walking.

"Start stones with a crossbow first." Andrew, the crazy man, looked at the Viking warriors contemptuously. Although they seemed powerful and arrogant, as a veteran who crawled out of a sea of ​​blood, nothing could threaten him.

"Yes." The four operators quickly stretched out the tight double crossbow strings, filled the launching bag with egg-sized pebbles, and then aimed at the direction of the woods where the Vikings crawled out.

"Start~~~." Andrew, the crazy man, looked at the Vikings in the gradually approaching port. He slowly pulled out his sword, pointed at the place where the Vikings were more concentrated, and roared from his throat.
Chapter completed!