Rebirth of the Viking King

A layer of fine beads of sweat immediately appeared on Sheamus's forehead. Before starting this journey, he thought about various possibilities.

What if Buchan Bush doesn't accept the conditions? If he accepts it, should he lower the price to save some money for the royal family? If he accepted it happily, he even thought about whether to only provide some weapons and ships, and leave all other work to the Slavic king.

But he never thought that Bakanbusi actually had such a "coping method" in his mind. His heart began to beat fast, and he couldn't help but start thinking about what if this really happened.

Not to mention Mercia and Northumbria, even Wessex hiding behind these two countries may not be able to escape this military disaster.

Reaching out to wipe the sweat off his forehead, Sheamus didn't know how to answer this question. As a prophet under the "faith path", he does have the ability to predict the future to a "certain extent".

He had indeed received revelation from the Holy Lord.

He originally thought it was just a casual mention as icing on the cake, but he didn't expect that the Slavic king actually took it seriously.

The air in the room condensed to freezing point again, and apart from the heavy breathing of the Slavic royal family, no other sounds could be heard in the empty tent. They were undoubtedly thinking about the feasibility of Barkanbusch's proposal.

Being used as a knife to fight the powerful Vikings is certainly not as good as taking the initiative and plundering this group of English people who are as fragile as weak chickens. The stout Slavic nobles were chatting with each other and eager to fight. They were about to draw their swords against the two envoys Sheamus and Laitas.

The door to the camp suddenly opened!

Two heavily armed Slavic patrols rushed into the camp carrying fine snowflakes, followed by a wooden cart pulled by two dwarf horses. The wooden cart carried a figure whose whole body was almost covered in ice and snow.

He was taken off the car and thrown next to the fireplace. The hot fire immediately melted the ice on his clothes.

"No, no! Your Majesty!" Sheamus immediately shouted, "People who are frozen in winter cannot warm themselves up by the fire immediately. They must clean their bodies with ice and snow, otherwise their bodies will suffer irreversible frostbite!"

"Haha!" All the Slavic royal families laughed in unison. It was rare for a southerner to teach these northern snowmen, who had grown up in the snow for generations, how to resist the cold.

"A person whose fire of life is extinguished after a little bit of cold is not qualified to live in Murmansk!" Bakanbusch replied calmly. He took a bottle of volts and opened the man's cold lips. Gudong, gudong." He drank it.

The hot alcohol touched the cold esophagus, and the blazing bonfire burned on his back. The dying man opened his mouth fiercely, and spat out a large mouthful of blood with ice in it with a "pop" sound!

"Look, isn't this coming to life?"

Sheamus was dumbfounded by the way the Slavs treated life. The maid carried the revived wanderer to a side hall. Not long after, he was put on clean cotton clothes and brought back to the center of the hall. Bakanbusi walked to his side, picked up the leather jacket that was still covered with ice, and smelled it gently.

"A fur coat made of dire wolf skin? This is not a material commonly used by our Slavs. On the contrary, the group of Viking bastards on the other side of the Baltic Sea like to use this thin skin to make summer coats."

"But these bastards never dare to visit my territory in the summer! I'll give you three minutes to tell you clearly, otherwise my black claws would really like a bite of fresh human flesh!"

Hearing his master calling his name, the man-bear in the shadows roared again and walked out of the corner. The figure who woke up did not show any fear. He grabbed the wine bottle from the Slavic King's waist and took a few sips of strong wine again. The wine was so strong that he blushed and pulled off the cotton padded clothes on his chest.

“Pasha hehehe”

"I knew that your boy would definitely become the King of Slavia!"

Upon hearing these two long-lost words, Bakanbusi's pupils immediately narrowed. "Pasha" was his childhood nickname, and only his parents and a very limited number of martial arts masters knew this name.

One by one of these people, all of them are already dead.

Could this person be

Bakanbusi stretched out his big hand and pulled up the head of the old man in front of him, carefully identifying his old face and several different slave marks on his cheeks. He tried hard to search for childhood memories in his mind, trying to recall Which master is this? Thirty years have passed, and their faces have become somewhat blurry.

"Master Oleg?!"

It took a long time before Bukan Bush managed to face the old man in front of him with a master from his childhood. But that one was more his hunting partner than his master. Oleg is the Chosen One under the "Temple of Halloran" and the "Path of the Eagle". He is able to transmit his spiritual consciousness into his pet falcon and see everything from a high altitude.

The Oleg in Bakanbusch's memory does not remain in his teens. Thirty years ago, four-year-old Bukan Bush liked to run behind him with a bow and arrow. In his memory, he was a man as eternally energetic as a strong wind on an ice sheet.

However, the person in front of him now looks like a dying old man!

"Haha, Pasha! After so many years, you still haven't changed!"

After taking a few sips of strong wine to regain his energy, the old man's eyes once again emitted two cold gleams. He stretched out his rough hands and touched the approaching black bear, "My dear Black Claw, it has been 30 years, and you are also old." ”

The black bear put its wet nose on the old man's hair and sniffed it several times. He smelled a smell that was lost deep in his memory. This smell should belong to a relative who was very close to him.

This seems to be the first smell I smell when I come to this world!

After sticking out his rough tongue and licking the old man's old cheek, Bakanbusi found that the black claws had put away all the tongue thorns. This abnormal behavior made him immediately believe that the person in front of him was the playmate in his memory. He stretched out his hands to lift up the skinny old man, but at this moment he found a huge waterproof canvas wrapped around the old man's chest.

In front of everyone, Oleg took off the canvas, and a huge map of "Scandinavia" was drawn on it. The map not only marked all the castles, but also roads and woods. , mineral deposits, vassal territories, etc.

"Thirty years ago, Lao Wang was cut in half by the big axes of the Viking beasts in order to protect us. Pasha, your life or death is uncertain, and I was captured and made a slave."

"I have been a slave for 30 years, and not a day goes by that I don't think about how to eradicate these Viking beasts! I and several other chosen ones of the 'Haholan Temple' spent 30 years of hard work to investigate the Viking territory. All the terrain, troop strength, power relations, and combat skills!

Oleg's crooked spine straightened. He held the map high and stood in the middle of the camp, his figure like a giant under the light of the fire.

"This group of Viking beasts travels eastward every year to plunder the Slavic lands, robbing our women and our children! When Lao Wang died, his whole body was chopped into two pieces, and he was still thinking about his father. Sa, don’t let the Vikings steal you! Today I brought back all the information about the Vikings. I think our passive defense situation needs to be changed!”

"This fall, when they head east again, I have a new plan."

Bakanbusi looked at Sheamus hesitantly, and Sheamus couldn't help but clasped his hands and prayed to the Holy Lord Christ in heaven.

Holy Lord Christ did not abandon Himself at this critical juncture.

The lives of himself, Laitas, and 200 members of the mission were finally saved this time! The "oracle" he had sent down to him finally arrived in time at the last moment and put together the last piece of the puzzle for the coalition forces on both sides.