There was still unmelted snow on the top of the dense and tall fir trees, and several brown figures were running on the desolate field. They wore round Viking helmets, thick linen clothes were covered with animal fur, and they carried round shields and battle axes, running like some thunderous beasts were chasing behind them.

The Viking warriors crossed the highlands and forests, trek through mudflats and swamps, and finally arrived at their destination. A road made of gravel and earth was swaying and winding under a hill. If those who had been to Mecklenburg would find it, they used the same technique. On the top of the hill was a hamlet made of thick fir trees. The Viking warriors gasped heavily, and they looked at each other and nodded.

"Open the door, we have news to report to King Banuk." When the Viking soldiers came to the gate of the siege, they raised their heads and shouted loudly to the Nordic archers on the door.

"It's the forest patrolman on the border." The sentries on the gate tower immediately lowered the wooden suspension bridge and laid it on the trench outside the city. The trench was filled with sharp wooden stakes, which could have a defensive effect like a moat.

"What did you say? The Swedes and Norwegians united to invade my land?" Banuk was wearing a gilded crown with the image of a cross carved, indicating that he had converted to Catholicism and was a Catholic king.

"Yes, His Majesty the King." The Danish Stroop stood in the middle of the wooden palace and reported to Banuk.

"What happened?" At this time, Grace, wearing a white long skirt, walked in. Behind her were several shield women holding round shields. Unlike other Christian countries, although the Danes naturalized Catholicism, some of their habits remained, especially the recognition of the status of women.

"The Swedes and Norwegians are ready to rob us." Banuk sat on the throne with his butt, and Gray sat on the throne parallel to him without hesitation. The Danish Rangers quickly repeated the incident.

"It must be that our towns are showing too fast, and those stubborn guys are jealous." Grace said disdainfully. After naturalizing Catholicism, it did bring about a significant change in Denmark. Advanced farming technology in the southern Catholic countries and support from Mecklenburg made Denmark well, especially the prosperity of the sea routes, which enriched the national supplies of Banuk.

"I have to fight, but my warriors are not enough. Even with German mercenaries, they are only enough to defend the fortress." Banuk touched his chin and became a little at a loss. He gradually became old and weak. He could not guide the warriors to fight.

"You are going to watch the enemy rage our land? Robbery our people?" Grace's voice raised her tone, and she stood up angrily and retorted.

"My queen, I didn't say that we don't care about our people, I just hope to protect them safely, maybe let those Norwegians take away a few vases and take them away with a sum of money," Banuk said to Grace.

"Ha, you are a soldier. Is your blood cold? Carry my son over." Grace turned her face and shouted at the wet nurse next to the pillar. The wet nurse was holding a little baby in her arms, and the little baby was crying.

"Yes, Your Majesty the Queen." The wet nurse quickly handed the prince to Grace.

"Do you want your son to laugh at your cowardice?" Grace said loudly to Banuk, holding her child.

"I." Banuk looked at Grace and the child in his arms, proud that he could still have children.

Inspired by Grace, he seemed to feel that he was getting younger again, and the courage to pass away came to him again.

"Fight, Your Majesty the King."

"Fight, fight, fight." The Danish warriors in the King's Hall howled. Although they had converted to Christianity, their blood longing for war remained deep in their souls until they were awakened.

"Okay, for my queen, for my children, and for the glory of the Lord, call my vassals and soldiers, and we will go and fight those foul invaders." Banuk announced loudly to everyone.

"Woo woo woo woo woo." The horn of the king of Denmark sounded, and the person who heard the horn immediately conveyed it to others. In this way, all the vassals of the king of Denmark and the free people on the land soon took up their weapons and gathered them together.

"Four thousand people, they are all here to serve you." When the four thousand people gathered under the city wall, the bonfire lit was like the stars in the sky. The vassals rode their horses into the city wall in turn, and entered the hall of the king to drink honey wine. Grace directed the servants in the city wall, like a calm general, and said proudly to their husbands.

"So many people, I have to spend all the supplies in my warehouse and money in the cellar. They are simply here to eat me poorly." But Banuk frowned and couldn't be happy at all.

"Happy, when you defeat the Norwegians, they will definitely spend a lot of money to redeem their lords." Grace encouraged Banuk.

"Holy Lord, please bless us, defeat the evil pagans, and use lightning, plague, and incredible fireballs to smash their heads, burn him so that the grease from the corpse falls into the dirty soil, Amen." The court bishop of the King of Denmark prayed loudly.

"Amen." All the Danes in the hall were drawing crosses on their chests. After sending priests in the Roman Catholic Church, they quickly influenced a large number of Danes and devoted themselves to the sacred religion. However, these Danish bishops still could not change their irritable character. Even the originally gentle Catholic rituals were made like a roar before a battle.

The next morning, the Danes were heading towards the battle site with a holy flag embroidered with gold thread, under the guidance of the Danish bishops. They lined up in a long snake-like queue and sang rough chants. Banuk was riding on a white horse. He felt that the leather straps of his armor were breathless, but victory and glory made him resist his discomfort.

When the Danes came to a swamp and mudflats, the Norwegians and Swedes were already waiting there, wearing their humble clothes, holding round shields and battle axes passed down from their ancestors, and looking at the arrogant Danes with disheveled heads.

The Danes have undergone religious naturalization, technology introduction and prosperity in trade. Therefore, even the most ordinary Danish soldiers have brightly coated and armored, not to mention the shiny battle axe and the brightly painted round shield. When the Danes look at the Norwegians, they feel like they are looking at a group of beggars, and the Norwegians actually feel a little inferior.

"Let us pray, prayer before the battle." The Danish bishops held up the cross, and the Danes in four tightly formed formations knelt on one knee and drew crosses in front of them.

"What are the Danes doing?" asked curiously, the combat lord commanding the Norwegian and Swedish coalition forces, who looked at the Danes kneeling.

“They are praying to their God.”

"Ha, it's funny. The gods will only welcome the real warriors in the holy temple, rather than a group of guys who worship the wrong gods. Odin has given up on them." The battle lord painted a totem with blue soil on his face. He was covered in thick bear skin, and he was holding a wide-blade battle axe and round shield in his hand. He did not have any defensive equipment except.

"Victory belongs to us, Odin, Odin, Thor, Thor." The Norwegians and Swedes shouted with their battle axes, and they also lined up in dense formations, pushing towards the Danes under the leadership of the combat lord.

"Start the attack." Banuk stood up after praying. With the help of his followers, he rode on his horse. Looking at the Norwegian pushing over like a tide, he nodded and pulled out his sword, and ordered his subordinates loudly.

"Ho huh huh." The Danes lined up tightly with their shoulders and shoulders, and the people in the first row hit the edge of the shield with their battle axes. The two Vikings were like two different tides, gradually approaching each other until they hit each other hard, and the shield and shield made a loud noise.

"Oh, damn it, my blood is boiling, give me a battle axe." The Danish bishop, who was originally behind the team, looked at the Vikings who were slamming together, and used the battle axe to slash each other. Blood splattered in the center of the position, screams and roars resounded over the sky.

"Boss, you should stay here and pray wherever you go." The missionary who came to teach the ceremony from Rome looked at the bishop who was teaching carefully, took off his holy robe, picked up a battle axe from the ground and roared towards the battlefield.

(To be continued.)
Chapter completed!