Vikings: Journey of the Juggernaut

Chapter 79 End of the Act: Blood for Blood
A few days later, the Mist Crow Raid Team still stayed at the Kalichi stronghold and had not returned. Many soldiers were seriously injured and needed to recover for a period of time.

Now that there is news that he has a fortune of 3 yuan, he may not be able to calm down on the way back, and he has to wait for everyone to recover from their injuries.

Of course, staying here will also cost a lot of food and drink. In the past few days, Bartholomew took the soldiers who recovered from their injuries to sack three small towns in Norfolk County.

Unfortunately, the three small towns are all poor towns. They have been looted countless times by the Vikings, and they did not get much harvest, not even a few chickens and ducks.There are almost no young men or young women in the town. They have been robbed or escaped long ago, leaving only the old, weak, sick and disabled who cannot be sold for a few bucks.

If we go to attack those noble territories with guarding forces, we will inevitably suffer some damage with the twenty or so soldiers we currently carry, and returning home at that time will be even more dangerous.

Bassomo finally gave up on such a decision. After all, he still had three treasure chests. Although he hadn't retrieved them yet, he had some confidence in his heart and could barely accept it.

In addition to looting the town, Rayleigh was also busy on weekdays. He found an old priest at the stronghold who knew a little bit of the Viking language and learned the British language. Also learning from him was Itia.

It is said that the old priest voluntarily entered this Viking stronghold and became a slave here.

As for the other warriors of the tribe, they have no interest in boring things like learning language and writing.Kaysen and Jecam also came to study for two days, but they only learned to fall asleep.

The Vikings have fighting talents like Fury, but when it comes to language knowledge, they are far inferior to Western Europeans.Vikings like Kalic who were proficient in Western European languages ​​were rare.

"We are all like sheep that have gone astray, each of us has turned to his own way, and God has laid all our sins upon Him..." The old priest opened the gospel, his voice was slow and steady, and he was teaching the language of the Kingdom.

After saying this, he raised his expectant eyes and looked at the two studious pagans in front of him: "Do you understand this passage?"

Having lived for so many years, he has experience and vision. The status of these two pagans is obviously not low in their tribe, and they are still so young. It is possible that they will become big figures among the Vikings in the future.

Therefore, he taught very carefully, and also mixed a lot of church ideas. In the future, perhaps because of this move, many Vikings will be able to improve their understanding of plunder, allowing the two lands to coexist peacefully.

Of course, these two pagans alone were obviously not enough, but he believed that there must be many priests like him who were influencing the pagans one after another, and that day would eventually come.

Idiya nodded as if she understood, and replied in a not very fluent British language: "I probably understand, this sentence means that God is sinful."

"..."

The old priest took a deep breath and said, "God said, let there be light, so there was light. What about this sentence?"

This sentence is short and understandable.

Itia immediately replied: "It means that God is a liar."

"..."

The corners of the old priest's mouth couldn't help trembling, and he was so angry that he couldn't speak for a while.I lament that these Viking pagans are simply elm-headed, and they are really rotten wood that cannot be carved.

A long way to go!

He quickly cheered up again and opened another page of the Gospel: "Unless a grain of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only one grain; but if it dies, it bears many grains..."

"Leilly, Itia, you are really diligent." Kalic came over, "I remember that the last person in your tribe who could concentrate on learning the British language was Gorton many years ago. I remember that he was Not yet the captain.”

Through observation during this period, the young man with a pair of eagle eyes has an unusual status in the Mist Crow Raid Team.The fogcrow warriors looked at this guy more like they were looking at their peers, rather than a junior who needed to be taught how to do things.

According to rumors, a whole boat of more than 20 Iron Guards soldiers was chasing a small boat with only six Vikings. In the end, all of them were killed.

Although the news cannot be completely confirmed, in the past month, Dawn Divine Sword has never responded that the news is false, so there is a high probability that it is true.

When he returned earlier, he noticed that the Hawkeye Mist Crow Man had leather armor covered with stitching marks, obviously having experienced a brutal battle.

During this time, he also came over from time to time to chat and build relationships in advance. Maybe the next time we meet, the eagle-eyed young man will have become a captain.

"Captain Gorton is excellent in all aspects." Reilly replied casually.

"Yes."

Kalic then looked at the old priest and said, "By the way, this old guy likes to secretly mix in some of their teachings. Just listen to it, but don't take it to heart."

"I think what he said makes sense." Yitiya replied.

"Uh..." Kalic was stunned for a moment.

The female warrior's voice continued to reach her ears: "In the few words he just said, the old priest was saying that their god was sinful and a habitual liar. He was a liar."

"..."

"Haha... That does make sense." Kalic couldn't help but laugh. It seemed that the old guy talked a lot and was obviously playing the piano to others.

"nonsense!!"

The old priest was so angry that his beard flew up.

……

On the other side, Jecam, Kaison, and Jonfu were surrounded by soldiers talking about the battle that took place in the reed field.

In the past few days, after all, Jecam's father and old Sam were killed in battle. These young soldiers needed some time to calm down, so they didn't bother them.

"What a terrifying battle wisdom." Everyone couldn't help but sigh when they heard that Lei Li unexpectedly killed three Iron Guards before starting the battle.

"Well done old Sam, he deserves to be called a warrior."

When they heard that old Sam had his neck cut open and fell to the ground, but he could still stand up and kill the leader of the Iron Guard Chapter with one blow, everyone was deeply moved again.

"Those Iron Guards are really hateful. The dead soldiers are still being exhumed. They don't have any respect for the soldiers."

They got the news at the stronghold that a skeleton of the Mist Crow tribe with a severed hand was hung on the Cambridge Medal Wall. Naturally, they had heard about it, and they were all extremely angry at this time.

Even if you are an enemy, if the opponent is a brave person, you should get the respect you deserve after dying in battle!

The Divine Sword of Dawn is simply worthless as a son of man!
Bassomo let out a deep breath. This was the truly terrifying thing about the 'strongest swordsman in the Seven Kingdoms'. He was tyrannical and unscrupulous.I'm afraid it's far from easy to get revenge.

Not to mention the information found, because Samus has no wife or children, and he is only loyal to the deceased King Offa——

He is a man without any weaknesses!

……

More than half a month has passed. After such a long period of training, the seriously injured Mist Crow warriors have also recovered to a certain extent.

Bartholomew decided to return to the tribe. Before returning, Reilly and Jackham proposed to take a look at the Cambridge Medal Wall. After all, Staff's head and old Sam's severed hand bones were still hanging there to this day.

That night, Bartholomew and four newcomers quietly rode to Cambridge.

In the past half a month, Rayleigh and others also learned to ride horses in this stronghold. They were obviously still far from being able to fight on horses, but they were more than enough to be used as mounts.

Nothing happened along the way. Seeing Bassomo's huge size, no bandit group dared to come and cause trouble.The only trouble is that occasionally a noble and a large number of private soldiers happen to be walking on the official road. They need to go around a certain point, so the speed is not very fast.

In the evening, everyone arrived at the gate of Cambridge.

"That's right there." Bassomo's voice came out.

On a wall across the moat, there was a row of spears erected, with a head pierced above each spear.These heads had obviously been treated with special medicinal powder, and many of them still have not rotted to this day.

More heads, exposed to the wind and sun, turned into skulls.

Looking from a distance, the entire city looked eerie and dark.

Rayleigh opened his eagle eyes and saw the head of Count Pandev, a long-haired collared man. During the battle at the main entrance of Ivington Abbey, this bloody figure holding two broad-faced axes, which looked like an evil from ancient times, made a great impression on him.

Then I saw the heads of Bjorn and his son, the man-bear leader. The one who was beaten by Jecam at Taghwan Port, and who is Rayleigh at the Kalic stronghold... By the way, let him compete with me later. 'The proud warrior's voice seems like it was just yesterday.

A few more unknown heads passed by, and the eagle's eyes reflected Uncle Staff's face, as well as the skeleton of a broken hand next to him. The broken hand was simply tied to the skeleton by an iron chain. elbow——

The severed hand was floating precariously in the breeze.

Then Jecam's voice came to his ears: "Rayley, will we come here again in the future?"

"Will do."

Rayleigh clenched his fists, "We will come back, blood for blood, tooth for tooth."

The raiders had to be prepared to be killed and their comrades killed, but the burned bodies were dug out, and the dead warriors were displayed with spears pierced through their heads. This Liangzi was completely dead.

On the merit wall, the soldiers stationed on the wall disappeared from sight.

"We have to go." Bartholomew looked away from the city wall.

"Hey, big guy, you're always sitting by the beach alone, why don't you train with us? You'll have no friends if you do this."

"I don't need friends."

"You need a friend. My name is Stave. Let's get to know him."

A flash of memories from his youth flashed across his eyes, and in the blink of an eye, many, many years seemed to have passed.

Everyone then withdrew their gaze and turned their horses' heads. From the perspective of the eagle eye, a figure in black armor also walked up the city wall.

Rayleigh's hand holding the reins stopped and he looked back, and the eagle eyes on the city wall locked back at the same time.

"what happened?"

"Nothing, let's go."

"drive!"

……

The young man was blown away by the wind, and the waves swept away the heroes. Right and wrong, success or failure, turned around in vain.

(End of this chapter)