Rebirth of the Viking King

Facing 20 riders alone, anyone with a discerning eye can see that this is a near-suicidal act.

What's more, this is an old man fighting against 20 middle-aged men.

In terms of equipment, it’s not very good either.

The old man was wearing a worn-out sheepskin cotton-padded jacket.

The 20 riders on the opposite side were all equipped with shining silver armor. Their armor was so luxurious that the silver armor even had the emblem of the French national flower, the gorse, painted on it.

"Vieilhomme,"

One of the leading knights uttered a string of unfamiliar language, which did not feel like English to Clint. But at this time, the blood that was burning to the point of boiling had already made him almost insane!

No matter which country he was from, even if the gods fell from the outer realm, he must kill these beasts who dared to harm his daughter.

The cavalry did not show any timidity in the face of his charge. On the contrary, they even put away their crossbows with smiles on their faces. In their eyes, the old man wearing a worn sheepskin looked like an ordinary old farm worker.

Maybe he was some relative of the dead girl.

It would be a pity to kill an unarmed peasant with a bow and arrow. It would be better to get close and humiliate him hard before beating him to death. After all, 20 against 1, the Cavaliers have no chance of failure.

However, they soon paid the price for their arrogance.

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Clint's first attack came from 30 meters away. He reached out from behind and took out a hatchet and threw it.

In mid-air, the flying hatchet immediately ignited a ball of flames, and then struck the helmet of the leading knight like a high-speed spinning wheel of fire.

The delicate helmet made of stainless steel touches the hot throwing ax like butter meets the hot knife! Without making any sound, the knight commander's head was immediately split in half.

His body fell to the ground silently.

Before the other knights had time to react to what was happening in front of them, Clint had already jumped in front of them. Pulling out the one-meter-long broad-bladed ax behind him, the old man flew off the horse, then stood up and spun around!

The power of the 'Fire Berserker' transformed him into a burning full moon, and the four knights within the range of the ax were split in half by this silky attack! Even the embroidered steel armor was ruthlessly separated by the blazing battle ax!

Their lower bodies remained erect on their mounts.

However, their upper bodies had already soared into the air, and blood and broken organs flowed out of their abdominal cavities like rag bags.

The first coquettish blood flower bloomed on the pure white snowfield.

"How dare you, the smashers who are as weak as hamsters, to hurt my daughter?!"

"I'm so damn shameful to you!"

He wiped a handful of the blood that spurted onto his face, and the old man's gray hair and beard were stained with blood. Holding a big ax, the old man covered in blood looked like a demon crawling out of hell!

He didn't take a break and didn't utter any unnecessary nonsense.

Rushing left and right, the old man was like a red ghost in the snow. He first cut off one leg of each horse.

In this way, no one can escape from his presence.

The knights in shining armor who drew their swords tried to resist, but their delicate silver swords were as fragile as glass in front of the two-handed ax that weighed 30 kilograms. In extreme anger, Clint completely exploded all his spiritual energy, his body was covered in blood, and flames surged at the same time.

His whole body was red with blood and fire, and he looked very much like the devil described in the church books.

"hehe!"

"So damn weak!"

"These southern bastards, holding embroidered iron needles in their hands and wearing a set of embroidered armor, really think of themselves as warriors?"

"today!"

"Everyone will die!"

The surviving knights were so frightened that they urinated. They didn't even notice that a farm had been established near the desolate border line of Yan County.

What's even more unexpected is that there is such a demon hidden in this farm.

The horse's leg was broken, and they couldn't escape even if they wanted to.

"My lord, please don't get angry yet and listen to my explanation."

"We are vassals of Andre Jiawen from the 'Yun Province' next door, and the young man behind me is Master Jiawen's favorite boy!"

"If you dare"

Bang!

Clint didn't let the handsome boy finish his sentence.

Pulling out the ax from the corpse, he walked up to him and wedged the iron ax into his breastplate. The hot iron ax mixed with the flames immediately cut open his chest, and the young man, who was less than 20 years old, did not even have time to spit out a mouthful of blood.

The high temperature had caused his blood to coagulate into dark red human blood pudding.

"I don't understand the nonsense you are talking about!"

"You bunch of soft hamsters, go to hell!"

With another strike of the ax, the trembling male favorite behind him was cut into two parts.

Not everyone chooses to be a lamb to the slaughter. It's just that this group of exquisite French knights who speak French have never seen the ferocious battles of the Vikings.

In civilized France, fighting between nobles still remains at the ancient level of "throwing white gloves and choosing a place." Even if a conflict breaks out between countries, envoys will be dispatched and letters of war will be submitted, and then both parties will formally declare war.

They had never seen the violent Vikings who launched a massacre at the first sight of disagreement.

"No, you can't treat us like this!"

"Baron Jarvan is a distinguished guest of Mercia. He holds the 'diplomatic immunity' issued by the Plantagenet family. All of us are his retainers and deserve justice."

ah!

The ax was raised and lowered, and another head fell to the ground.

"I've said it before, I don't understand the nonsense you're talking about!"

In less than 10 minutes, the 20 fleeing knights in shining armor turned into 20 scarlet flowers blooming on the pure white snowfield. They cried and tried to escape, but the horses had broken legs and the furthest person could only run 200 meters away.

After a whole winter of silence, the old man finally felt the blood flowing rapidly in his veins and finally felt alive again.

After finishing the killing, he returned to his adopted daughter and pulled the bow and arrow out of her white arm.

The most dangerous thing is the arrow that pierced her soft abdomen. If it is not handled carefully, it will cause massive bleeding. Clint, who has experienced many battles, certainly understands this truth, so he did not dare to pull out this arrow immediately, but left the iron arrow in the girl's body.

After returning to the castle, he asked his servants to immediately load his adopted daughter into the carriage and go to the "Haiwang Fortress" to find the priest in the Holy Lord's Church for help.

As for himself, he looked coldly at the French son-in-law with long chestnut hair.

He knew that the French were all a bunch of weaklings who were not good at fighting, but at least this young man did not abandon Elena and run away alone.

To a certain extent, he still has the approval of Mr. Clint.

"You, come back to the house with me."

"Tell me carefully what happened after my daughter married into your family!"

"Why are these French sissies hunting you?"