Rebirth of the Viking King

In the spacious study room of Southampton Palace, Ecbert buried himself among the piles of books.

Every afternoon from 1 pm to 3 pm is his unwavering reading time. During these two hours, he would put aside all government affairs and shut himself into his study to carefully study the knowledge of his predecessors.

At this time, he was holding a copy of "Weapons of War". It can be seen that the book has been bound for a long time, and the animal tendons used to bind the pages are on the verge of breaking. The fragile paper cannot even be turned by hand, and can only be turned with the help of a thin and light jade ruler.

Observing attentively the exquisite instruments drawn on the pages, he not only marveled at the exquisite mechanical craftsmanship of the ancient Greeks thousands of years ago. In that era, they could even equip people with wooden wings that looked like flying birds to help them glide through the sky for a short time.

It's a pity that all of this has disappeared into the dust of history with the collapse of ancient Greece.

Wessex is busy with business every day. Thinking that Ecbert could only sacrifice the time he originally used to take a nap.

However, a person over 40 years old will inevitably feel sleepy after having a full meal at noon. Feeling sleepy, he yawned and gently covered his mouth with the back of his hand.

The warm afternoon sunlight poured into the spacious study room, illuminating all the ancient scrolls in the room. Everything seemed so quiet and harmonious. His divine hand touched the tiny dust particles in the air that were forced out by the light.

"All the farce that happens in the world is just like this flying dust in the eyes of the scorching sun."

Today, Ecbert found it difficult to concentrate. Usually at this time, Iphitus would press his fingers on his temples and slowly stimulate the meridians of his head with bloody spiritual energy.

He subconsciously turned back and looked at the empty door and couldn't help but remind himself again that Iphitus had been dead for a long time.

She died at the hands of the Vikings and Buchan Bush.

This group of invaders swarming from the sea killed his princess and took away his eldest son. Of course, he had hatred for these northerners in his heart. But to be fair, they showed enough kindness by not killing themselves on the spot after catching them on the battlefield.

Reciprocity between kings is far more important than that of common people.

**

In recent days, he has been feeling his right eye beating wildly.

It all started with the thousands of "Golden Scales" who suddenly arrived in Wessex. They are the central army stationed in Paris, and they are the direct troops of the Plantagenet family.

On weekdays, they would never leave the city of Paris. However, this time he crossed the English Channel and entered Wessex in the name of capturing Vikings. This made Ecbert doubt whether his missing son had died in France.

Dong-dong-dong, three rhythmic knocks on the door came, and Ecbert frowned again.

Everyone in the palace knew not to disturb him while he was studying at noon. If someone knocked on the door, it meant that something big must have happened in the city.

Carefully putting down the fragile ancient scroll in his hand, he stood up and opened the door. However, he didn't expect to see the eldest son's face.

"Father, I'm back."

Seeing his eldest son after a year's absence, he didn't say anything. First he breathed a long sigh of relief.

The "Red Queen" is dead, and he can no longer bear the loss of another relative.

Although he was put into the hands of the Vikings, Ecbert did not relax even a little bit about Alfred's supervision.

The "Sky Knight" riding a griffon has been hovering above his head for a long time. It can even be said that without the protection of this group of flying bodyguards, Alfred would have never been able to escape safely from the "Cloud Province".

Even when he followed Loki into France, a team of moas led by the Sky Knight followed him all the way.

It was a pity that when he was rescued by the fire gang outside Versailles, the knight lost his target and could only return before the large group of Golden Scale Guards could feel it.

From that day on, Ecbert prayed to the gods every day for the safe return of his eldest son.

The gods finally favored him again.

**

"So, the rumors are true!"

"This Duke of Loki made a huge mistake and was subsequently controlled by the Plantagenets."

The two chatted for less than 10 minutes before Ecbert stood up uncontrollably and paced repeatedly. He needs to quickly digest the information in his mind.

Alfred continued to talk about his experiences on this trip.

When it was said that the "Porse family" was actually the "sect leader" of the Illuminati, even Eckbert, who was as calm and calm as he was, couldn't help but change his face.

"Is this news coming from the Fire Gang?"

"Yes, and it was said by a 'fire thief' hiding in Versailles."

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fire thief

"It seems that this is true. It seems that since the time of your great-grandfather 'Kadwala', we have been dealing with a group of old lizards wearing human skin."

"No, my lord father, it is possible that the time goes back even further." Alfred corrected.

"According to what the 'Fire Stealer' said, since the 'Carolingian Dynasty' came to power, they have begun to monitor the palace near Paris. The information they learned came from 'Charlemagne Carolingian' From the beginning of time to the present, the only trainee ruler of the Principality of France is Mutu, the 'King of Earth and Sea'."

"He prepared many clones, and most of these clones had their spiritual consciousness stripped away by him. Although they can usually walk out of the palace and meet others, most of them have dull expressions and stupid faces."

"Therefore, members of the French royal family rarely go out, and their people never marry into other countries."

"The only function of these 'soul boxes' is to familiarize the vassals and residents when they are young. When they reach adulthood, they are killed and made into human skins, so that the old lizard can wear them and continue his rule."

Ecbert nodded, becoming more convinced of the information that his eldest son risked his life to retrieve. As early as nearly a hundred years ago, when Cadwala, the first king of Wessex, was in power, he had repeatedly expressed his desire to marry into the recently ascended Plantagenet family.

But the Plantagenets kept pushing back.

Such an abnormal behavior was once attributed by Cadwala to the pride of the French royal family, but he did not expect that the real reason was this.

"Your Highness, the Viking vassals who rule the Normandy region have all been mobilized. They are about to invade France and vow to wrest Duke Loki from the hands of the Illuminati."

"I would like to ask if we should use this opportunity to get out of the cage ruled by the French Chamber of Commerce."

For a moment, Ecbert did not answer.

He stood up with a solemn expression, walked back and forth in the study for a long time.

As long as Normandy and France go to war, regardless of whether Wessex joins the battle or not, Ecbert will face heavy losses.

Because geographically speaking, Wessex is like a roast between two slices of bread, sandwiched between the Principality of France and the Normandy region. The shrewd French will not bring the war to their own land. They will definitely send troops to Wessex to strangle the Vikings in the English Islands before they reach the English Channel.

With the combat strength of Normandy's mere 10,000 soldiers, they would not even send the Golden Scale Guards stationed in Paris to start a war. There was a high probability that it would be a bellicose vassal. As for his spoils, it was the future ownership of the two provinces of Normandy.

Based on Ecbert's knowledge of the French Principality, one vassal was enough to fight against all their armies.

There are 21 provinces of the same size as him in the Principality of France.