Rebirth of the Viking King

For a long time, the Slavs have been out-and-out barbarians among the countries in the Western Continent. Most civilized countries define them as savages who live together with wild beasts.

They are illiterate, uneducated, and their manners are rude and primitive.

However, it is generally recognized by Western civilized society that this group of Slavs have excellent fighting capabilities. They live in the cold zone of Asia where the climate is harsh and the land is barren. For thousands of years, instead of becoming extinct, they have become more and more prosperous in this bitter cold land like a bunch of weeds.

"Prophet" Sheamus has been sitting in this cold hall for more than an hour. He inserted his cold fingers into the thick cotton clothes and rubbed them lightly, while silently cursing the damn climate of this damn place for the seventeenth time in his heart.

You know, it’s midsummer at the end of July! On the streets of Southampton, beautiful girls are already wearing the thin silks that they would normally be reluctant to wear, and vendors on the streets have begun to sell juice mixed with ice cubes!

But there are still snowflakes floating in the sky of the Slavic province of "Murmansk"!

As a Holy Bishop monk, Sheamus holds a high position of authority, and at least he can wear cotton clothes. The real tragedy is Laitas beside him! As the captain of the navy of the Kingdom of Mercia, he wears a set of shining silver armor! It was only an hour after the two left the warm fireplace and came to this empty hall.

His lips were slightly blue from the cold. The body also began to struggle involuntarily. The tiny seams between the silver armors kept hitting each other, making a creaking sound.

This attracted the attention of a strong Slavic man on the throne.

This is an extremely large man. Facing the summer wind and frost, he only wore a bearskin covering his body. His hard chest muscles and flat belly were exposed, as well as his two thick arms with a thick layer of white hair.

His name is "White Bear" Bakanbusch, and he is the current king of the 32 Slavic tribes.

"I probably understand your suggestions." After speaking, Bakanbusi's voice was low and hoarse, revealing a strong sense of danger.

"Your country was invaded by these Viking bastards two months ago. As a result, after you were ridden on your neck and peed on your face, you were surprised to find that you only had two stinky coins in your pocket and you actually took these group of bastards. There's nothing the bastards can do."

"Is that what happened?"

These two sentences don't sound nice, but they do express the dilemma in my words. Sheamus had no choice but to nod, hoping what the "King of Barbarians" would say next.

Bakanbusi did not speak. He pulled off the bearskin from his chest, revealing the dense scars on his chest.

"People often say that men in the South are all sissies who like same-sex lovers and put makeup on their faces! I have doubts about whether this statement is true or not, but you are all a bunch of cowards without eggs. I can tell from my observation!"

As he spoke, Buchanbusch slowly walked up to Sheamus, who stared at him with blue eyes. Sheamus felt as if a choking cold wind was blowing towards him.

He couldn't help but tremble even more.

"I envy you"

"But it's not that you don't have eggs that I envy. What I envy is that those Viking bastards will rob you in the summer! I look forward to the stars and the moon every year, hoping that they can send me a few more heads to comfort me. Relax and rejuvenate your muscles, but they”

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I don’t know what’s going on with the old guy Odin. In recent years, this group of Vikings has become weaker and weaker, and they have gradually become more and more fucking effeminate! "

"To be honest, it makes me unhappy!"

After Sheamus stopped saying this, his lips trembled slightly several times. He seemed to have "misunderstood" Buchanbusch's understanding of the Vikings from the root.

There are indeed many differences between the brain circuits of savages and normal people.

Two months ago, the sight of Viking pirates sacking Mercia like locusts still made him feel emotional. Along the way they killed all the inhabitants, looted property, and burned the fields. In the end, they crushed Mercia's 2,000 palace guards with only 500 troops.

Compared with them, Jin Wuwei's combat power is as weak as that of a child.

"Honest Man" Elam finally paid 8,000 gold pounds to allow them to "temporarily" retreat from their land. During the following period, he summoned his vassals to discuss for a long time how to defend against this group of Vikings who came across the ocean to plunder.

A month later, the Mercian royal family came to an important conclusion: the Vikings who developed a new route were not something that Mercia alone could solve. To completely eliminate this group of pirates, they must unite all the countries that were poisoned by the Vikings.

The enemy of my enemy is most likely to become a friend.

And the people who have suffered the most serious abuse from the Vikings for thousands of years are none other than the Slavs in the northeasternmost part of the Western Continent!

According to the information given by counselors and scholars, the Slavs themselves are not weak in combat ability. Their inability to effectively fight against the Vikings was simply because the gangs fought on their own, and in many cases, they hated each other even more than they hated the Vikings.

After all, Vikings only came once a year. But other Slavic bandits around the tribe may not always come to plunder with beasts and machetes.

Just ten days later, the squabbling nations of the English Isles temporarily united. Wessex sent Bishop Simos of the "King's Abbey" and went north together with Letas, commander of the Mercian Navy, to discuss with the Slavic King Bakambusch about attacking Scandinavia.

The English countries were responsible for logistics operations such as ships and weapons, and the Slavic king "Bakanbusch" was responsible for contacting different Slavic tribes and organizing troops. In a nutshell, one party provides money and the other provides people. The two forces form a coalition to jointly kill this group of pirates who do all kinds of evil.

After Bakanbusi stepped off the "Broken Wood Throne", a low roar came from the shadow of the big tent. A jet-black bear that was three meters tall crawled out from the corner. Sheamus subconsciously stood up from the cold wooden chair. The man-bear noticed his move and roared, running towards him.

Sheamus and Leta were so frightened by the cold and bloodthirsty murderous intent that they could not move. Before he could dodge, there was a "bang" sound from the iron chain, and the giant claws of the man-bear hovered in the air, only one foot away from their faces.

"Don't show your weakness to animals at any time. When they charge at you, draw your weapon and strike with them. They will regard you as one of their own kind; if you turn around and run away, you will become food in their eyes. !”

With a lazy and heavy voice, Bakan Bush walked up to the man-bear and gently pulled its collar. But the black man-bear just looked at Sheamus, with a long string of drool flowing from his mouth.

"Black Claw, stand down"

"We'll decide whether to eat them later!"

The human bear stared at the two of them for a long time with a pair of small scarlet eyes, and then reluctantly obeyed the master's order and retreated into the shadows.

"You just mentioned that your 'Holy Lord' told you that there will be mysterious reinforcements coming from the west. The sun is about to set, but I didn't even see a shadow of a ghost."

"This long period of time makes me wonder what kind of weird country it is that these Viking bastards can use 500 people to rob from the east to the west and almost lose all their underwear to them."

"You still have the nerve to discuss cooperation with me?"

"You are so weak, why should I team up with you to fight the Vikings? If the only thing you can give me is gold coins, I will just kill your people, steal your ship, and force the sailors with sabers Let’s sail the ships back to your sissy country called Mercia.”

"Then I kidnap your sissy king, wouldn't I make more money?!