Rebirth of the Viking King

"Viking woman, I, the Golden Scale Guard, are going to investigate, please don't interfere!"

"Do you want to bear the wrath of the Plantagenet family?"

Katya in the crowd pulled out her spear and looked indifferently at the group of armored warriors around her.

At this time, Katya is no longer what she used to be.

After the siege of Hanshui Village, he was promoted by Odin to the Sequence 7 "Winged Maid" under the "Valkyrie Path" because of his bravery in combat. In the past two years, he has been drinking magic potion continuously, and now he has been promoted to Sequence 4 "Heroic Spirit Guard".

Even though she was surrounded, there was no trace of fear on her face.

"What the hell foreign language is this?"

"Could this be a group of French people?"

Looking contemptuously at the exquisite broadswords in their hands, Katya's eyes slid left and right, and finally fell on the jewelry and bulging money bags they were wearing.

Her eyes shone with excitement.

**

When Alfred opened his eyes again, he had returned to the Duke's Mansion in Falling Rain Heights.

After opening his eyes, the first face he saw was that of Priest Jerome, who was managing the affairs of the kingdom on Loki's behalf.

Sitting up from the bed with difficulty, he discovered all the vassals in the Normandy region, Sartre, Gulaur, Duke Fenix ​​Coldstone, and even "Angus Mokrash" who was far away in the river valley. "The Dukes have all gathered here.

"Your Highness, you have suffered."

"Although you need enough rest, I still need to ask what happened in Paris?"

"Is Duke Loki still alive?"

Patting his cheek hard, Alfred told everyone in the room about their trip to Paris. When I heard that all the Vikings were killed, even the butler Wenzov died in Versailles.

The grumpy "Greedy Wolf" Gulaur couldn't stand it at first.

"What else is there to say? When have Odin's people ever received such an insult?!"

"I will order all the troops in my castle tomorrow! If I don't kill these French bastards, I won't even be able to forgive Master Wenzov for helping me!"

"Graul, sit down first!" Jerome's character is the calmest among everyone present. Perhaps it was because of his sobriety that Loki was willing to hand over the rule to him when he left.

"The French army is not the weak mercenaries stationed in Yun Province. Katya led the Wing Guards to fight with them on the Yellowstone Highlands a few days ago."

"She can explain to you how powerful the French regular army is."

Katya, standing in the corner, hugged her shoulders and looked quite solemn.

As a wild child plundered from Slavia by Loki, Katja followed Loki closely and was a guard captain even wilder than the Vikings.

In the river valley, she dared to rob the "Storm Acolytes" who came to the mountains to collect medicine in the barren mountains. Now when she came to the English Islands, there was no one she dared to rob.

Almost anyone who does not carry a clearance document will be mercilessly attacked by the Wing Guards. The smugglers who were rampant in the English Isles did not exist in Normandy.

"They are very strong." Katya said in a deep voice. "Of the 50 Golden Scale Guards who crossed the border and entered the Yellowstone Highlands, at least 20 of them are the chosen ones who belong to the 'Holy Bishop' or the 'Volcan Cult'."

"There are still three or four people who should be more secretive cultists of the evil god."

"After killing these 50 people, I joined nearly 10 wing guards. This was after occupying favorable terrain and sneaking attacks from high places."

"I'm really sorry, Master Alfred. The idea was so confusing that it frightened you."

Alfred nodded and said nothing. For being able to complete this hellish escape journey, he had already thanked the God King Odin and the Holy Lord Christ.

He couldn't ask for more.

"This is only 50 people. My mentor 'Saint' Euseubi once told me that there are 10,000 Golden Scale Guards stationed in Paris!" Jerome pressed Alfred onto the bed again .

"These 10,000 people are just the garrison for the city of Paris. There are 21 provinces in the Principality of France, and it would be effortless for the duke of each province to bring out seven or eight thousand troops."

"If they are willing to spend money to hire Visigoth mercenaries from neighboring countries, or the 'Roaring Knights' of the Alva Khanate, they can easily raise an army of 300,000."

“And we may not even be able to afford 10,000 people now.

How to fight this battle?”

Jerome calmly pointed out the problems that the Normandy region is now facing. This is just a set of the simplest numbers, but this number is like a huge mountain, pressing on everyone's head.

After a brief silence, Sartre's steady voice sounded first.

"We still have to fight."

"Because if we don't fight, we will also slowly die!"

Sartre grew up with Loki, and under the subtle influence, his way of thinking about problems is quite similar to Loki's.

"The French have begun to impose commercial sanctions on the 7 countries in England. I don't know what the city has become under your rule. Take the 'Ironwood Fortress' under my command as an example. The price of glass has increased eightfold recently, woolen cloth, Shakespeare The prices of imported daily necessities such as papyrus, candles, dyes, and spices have increased significantly.”

"We Vikings are used to hardship. Without these luxuries, we can still survive when we return to the mountains and forests."

"But what about the other English people within the Seven Nations?"

"This is not a few thousand people, but more than a million people! Although they are unarmed, a mouthful of foam from one person is enough to drown a few of us."

"If the stalemate continues like this, I guarantee that within two years, we will have no choice but to run back to Scandinavia in despair."

"But what about when we go back?"

Sartre did not continue. Because he knew that everyone present was a vassal who owned castles and fiefs, and they were as clear as a mirror.

Go back, you can't go back.

Now the Vikings have a new king. Mohlantin had already divided all the lands among her newly appointed nobles.

If this group of people lost their land in England, they would go back as terrified as a lost dog. It's simply impossible to get enough attention.

"We can die standing up, but we can't die on our knees!" Gulaur roared, "Duke Rocky has done everything he can for us. He is even willing to walk to Paris alone to do it for all of us. Let’s resist the provocation of the French gentlemen.”

"As long as he can still breathe, we cannot give up on him! I must make this clear to everyone!"

Looking around, everyone nodded in silence.

For everyone present, there is no need to elaborate on the importance of Loki.

"I suggest that from now on, all vassals return to their fiefdoms and prepare their armies." Sartre pulled over a map of the Normandy region and nailed it to the wall of the conference room.

"If we can gather 10,000 people, we will use these 10,000 people to fight against the French! If we can gather 5,000 people, we will use 5,000 people to advance towards Paris!"

"Everything we have is given by Lord Loki."

"Even if we ascend to the Hall of Valor together, we will definitely not be alone on this journey!"