Rebirth of the Viking King

War is a special activity.

Because she has lived with the poor in Oxford since she was a child, Elizabeth has her own unique insights into these two words. Any war, regardless of victory or defeat, is unfortunate for the "people", the most common member of the kingdom.

Farmers in the fields need to put down their hoes and pick up their swords. After bidding farewell to their families, their relatives had to bear heavier taxes than ever before, as they had to support the expenses of the army.

In most cases, even 8-year-old children need to say goodbye to school and go to work in the fields.

And after one, two or even three years of work, what they are waiting for is often the news that their relatives have died in battle.

Later, women need to consider remarrying, and children may be abandoned by their biological mothers due to lack of food.

A considerable number of elderly people will end their own lives.

Those who were unwilling to commit suicide were starved to death in large areas.

Defeated like this.

The same goes for overcoming.

However, when the girl recalled the horrifying scene last summer, the group of Viking warriors wearing red armor and waving red flags killed people and burned fields whenever they saw them.

This war seems to have to be fought.

With fear of war and concern for the people. The girl hurried back to the castle, but before she could say hello to her father, she saw a figure she had never thought might appear in the palace hall of Scabbard City.

She saw the root cause of this war, the Viking demon in red armor——

——Hummel Blood Pigeon!

However, what surprised her even more was that her uncle, Prince Lancelot of Mercia, who had been defeated and captured, and half-roasted on the fire under the city wall, was drinking wine and talking cordially with him at this time!

? ? ?

Have I lost my memory?

Or has the memory of the entire Mercian royal family been tampered with? !

Less than a year ago, this ferocious Viking put his uncle on the fire and scorched one of his left legs with fierce fire, forcing his father to exchange gold coins for his crippled body.

That day, her father did not let her walk to the top of the city. Despite this, she could still hear her uncle's miserable howl that filled the sky in the city.

Now, his left leg, which was made of sterling silver, was still hanging stiffly from his leg.

Was it so hard for him to forget all this?

Clang clang clang. There was a crisp sound of a silver fork hitting a wine glass, disrupting the girl's thoughts. Seeing that everyone had entered the venue, King "Ecbert" of Wessex, the richest of the seven kingdoms of England, stood up and called everyone's attention.

Elizabeth frowned again.

After all, under everyone's feet was Oxford, the capital of Mercia. They were all guests from afar, and his father, Ulysses Elam, was the real owner of Cambridge Castle. When the host does not speak, the guests act as the head of the house.

This made Elizabeth, a princess, quite uncomfortable. She stood up and was about to retort when a strong and warm hand suddenly held her arm.

That was the father who slowly walked into the meeting hall accompanied by his guards.

"My daughter, from now on, you must listen more and remember more"

"do you know?"

Looking at her father, Elizabeth nodded slightly. Unlike my mother, who always rejects people thousands of miles away, my father is a kind-hearted and kind-hearted man.

It is said that when he was young, he was decisive in killing, but after inheriting the throne, he suddenly became conservative, so that other nobles in the English Islands gave him the name "Elan the Honest".

For a country leader, these three words are by no means a compliment. His eldest brother, the Mercian prince "Alosi Elam", hated this nickname.

Compared with several other kings, Dad is obviously much older. Although he is still tall, his hair has turned gray, and in recent years, wrinkles and age spots belonging to the elderly have begun to appear on his face. Dad walked into the hall leaning on an oak cane. The young and energetic Ecbert just glanced at him sideways and continued to talk.

"We are all civilized people here, and civilized people from the civilized world understand a very simple truth: There are no permanent enemies between countries. When we have the same goal in mind, the enemies we once had are our current enemies. ally!"

"For example, the Viking lord Hummel Blood Pigeon that I spent a lot of money to invite from France is our new friend from the 7 countries in England!"

Elizabeth looked at everything in front of her with dumbfounded eyes. In her rage, she couldn't believe that these words actually came from the mouth of a king!

Last year, this group of Vikings from the Blood Dove family killed blood all over Mercia and robbed countless wealth from their land, causing quite a few residents to lose their homes and leave their homes.

However, such a common war criminal among the English people has now become a "friend" of the monarchs. Such a ridiculous scene was actually spoken out loud by Ecbert in front of the public without any shame.

Hot blood rushed to her cheeks, and Elizabeth wanted to stand up again, but her father held her back again.

This time, it obviously took a lot of effort.

"My daughter, look more and think more!"

Dad seemed to have only said one sentence, but there seemed to be a lot of meaning contained in it. He looked at Ecbert not far away, but found that he didn't pay attention to what was happening on his side.

Holding a crystal wine glass in hand, the conversation continued.

"If we want to defeat the Vikings, we need a friend from within the Vikings. At this moment, Lord Hummel is simply the great savior sent to us by the 'Holy Lord Christ'!"

"As a brave and capable member of the Vikings, he led the entire family to retreat to the Free Trade City-state in Visigoth in the early stages of the war, thus allowing the entire family to avoid this terrible war!"

A great man from the Eastern Continent once said: To defeat the enemy, you must first understand the enemy. After the Vikings defeated our coalition with the Slavs, they themselves suffered a reshuffle.

Now, we have to face a new lord of the river valley. And our friend ‘Hummel Blood Dove’ is one of the people who knows him best!

Let us cooperate sincerely and cheers for the eternal peace of the Western Continent!

Kings, nobles and military commanders from various countries in the hall raised their wine glasses. Elizabeth's eyes widened and she found that her old father was also tremblingly holding up a glass of wine.

Even more horrifying was Hummel's uncle Lancelot, who was roasted alive by flames and had one of his legs cut off.

Even he raised a glass of red wine and spoke a toast with a smile.

Such a magical scene actually happened.

Elizabeth wanted to rush to the middle of the house, jump on the round table and roar loudly.

"This is the murderous demon that has poisoned tens of thousands of people in my Kingdom of Mercia!"

"It's fine if you don't judge him. How could you invite him into the gate of my Kingdom of Mercia like a relative and a friend and let my crippled uncle stay with him?!"

But she didn't.

Because at this moment, she really couldn't figure it out.

Is this world crazy?

Or is she crazy?