Vikings: Journey of the Juggernaut

Chapter 100 Baron, your wife is very moist

In front of the stone building of the manor, Baron Taylor Collins was instructing his two children to practice sword skills.

"Father, I heard from the farmers in the manor that those Viking raiders are all very tall. Can we defeat them with the sword skills we have learned?" asked a boy.

"Of course, they're just a bunch of barbarians."

Baron Collins smiled and said, "A few years ago, the kingdom didn't pay much attention to them. Once we take our hands off them, I don't know how many heads of Viking chieftains are hung on the Wall of Merit in Cambridge."

"The Divine Sword of Dawn is really powerful. I will become as powerful a swordsman as him in the future." The boy said with admiration in his eyes.

"Me too, leading the warriors to defeat the Vikings, so that those brutal raiders never dare to step foot into the country again." Another boy followed.

"It's a very good dream. Father hopes that you will become a powerful warrior of the kingdom in the future."

Collins praised him happily, and out of the corner of his eye he noticed Captain Gray of the Manor Guard running over in a hurry, his expression full of anxiety.

"You guys practice on your own for a while, and father will go talk to you about something."

Collins gave the two children another instruction and then walked towards Gray.

Asked: "What's wrong?"

"Something happened. Our soldiers went to the surrounding mountains and forests to change sentries, but now none of them have come back." Gray said in a low voice.

"Not a single soldier came back?" Collins frowned.

Ever since Ivington Abbey was breached, my territory, which was not too far away from that monastery, had become a frontline.On weekdays, soldiers had to be placed on guard duty to avoid being plundered by refugees and bandits.

It is said that Cambridge has already made arrangements for the ownership of the monastery, but now that it is too cold in the winter, most of the nobles are unwilling to move.

Reorganizing the monastery defense line will have to wait at least until spring.

"Yes." Gray nodded, looking at the mountains and forests in three directions, the ominous premonition in his heart became stronger and stronger.

"In a winter like this, it stands to reason that there won't be a powerful Viking raiding party."

Collins thought for a while and said to the guard captain in front of him, "Gray, you personally lead more than 20 people to search."

"Which forest to start from?" Gray asked.

"Start from the south first."

There was an overland road to Cambridge in the south, and Collins had to first ensure the safety of the rear.

"Okay, I'll go right now."

……

The midday sun dispelled the chill from Gray's body. He was leading a group of twenty soldiers along the mountain road into the southern woods where the sunlight was sparse.

"Everyone be on alert."

Gray warned, holding the shield in his hand, lowering his center of gravity, and carefully stepped into the woods with the soldiers.

The woods were eerily quiet. Apart from the occasional chirping of birds and the footsteps of himself and others, there was no other sound.

It's so quiet!
After passing the tent sentry point, there was no one inside, and even the flames seemed to have been extinguished for a long time.

Those soldiers on guard, after all...

"Captain, there is blood here." One of his subordinates suddenly said.

Gray led the men over, watching the trail of blood trailing away, frowning, and motioned for the soldiers to follow.

Following the blood trail, he quickly entered the depths of the woods, but still did not see any shadow of himself or the enemy.

"The blood trail went to the woods to the west."

"Walk."

After more than half an hour, the search team entered the western woods, but like the southern woods just now, it was so quiet that it felt a little ominous.

"The blood trail leads to the northern woods. Captain, do you still want to follow?" a soldier asked.

If there are really enemies, they should be in the northern woods. After all, a few thousand meters further there is the abandoned monastery that is now occupied by bandits and refugees.

"Go and take a look, be careful."

After groping forward for about half an hour, we gradually entered the woods to the north. This area was also suffocatingly quiet.

The smell of blood is getting stronger and stronger!

Gray sniffed the pungent smell in the air. At this moment, he hesitated in his heart. In the end, his strong curiosity forced him to move forward.

Until in sight, a corpse hanging on a tree appeared, then a second body, a third body...

This forest is like a mountain of corpses and hell. Everywhere you look, there are corpses hanging on every tree. There are at least thirty people in there at a glance.

"Dead, they are all dead." A soldier's body trembled faintly.

Other soldiers, including Gray himself, also felt numb at the moment.

More than thirty soldiers, all died quietly, how cruel and powerful the opponent must be.

The moment the thought passed through his mind, human faces appeared one after another behind the trees in his sight, as well as the weapons being raised in their hands.

"It's a Viking, be careful!"

As soon as a soldier shouted, an ax was smashed into his forehead.

"Retreat, everyone run to the manor..."

Gray didn't care about anything else. He drew his sword and knocked away an axe, and quickly turned around.

When they turned around, they saw a wave of Vikings coming from behind, blocking their retreat.

shhh-

Countless axes, arrows, and spears flew through the air at this moment, densely shooting at the more than 20 soldiers who were surrounded.

In their ears, the barbaric roars of the pagans came.

The battle was about to break out, and the ferocious faces of the pagans and the raised weapons were reflected in the eyes of the remaining soldiers.

In less than a hundred breaths, the battle was completely over.

Except for Gray, all the soldiers were killed.

Gray's weapon had already been thrown away, and he could only stare at the group of pagans around him with red eyes: "You devils, God will not let you go..."

With a bang, Sophia knocked out several of this guy's teeth with a fist.

"Now I'll give you a chance to live." Shurut said in the language of the kingdom.

Chance to live!
Gray's eyes suddenly showed a trace of hesitation, and this scene was captured by everyone.

Shurut then spoke: "As long as you lead us to take down the manor, you and your family will survive. I only give you one chance to answer."

Gray roared with great courage: "Impossible, you heretics should just give up. I won't believe you..."

"Then how can you believe us?" Shurut asked.

"Unless, unless..." Gray's eyes flickered slightly. If there was a chance to survive, he actually didn't want to die, but he hadn't decided what conditions to put forward yet.

"No need to unless, I just said you only have one chance to answer, but you have already missed it."

After Shurut finished speaking, he glanced at Sophia, who was waiting with her ax raised high, "Send him on his way."

"and many more……"

brush--

Sophia chopped off the warrior's head with an ax and cursed: "It's like we couldn't take the manor without him."

"That's right, you really treat yourself like a green onion." A soldier added.

"Captain Shurut, what should we do now? Is it a direct attack?"

"Don't worry, there are still more than 50 soldiers in the manor. Wait a minute, Sophia, let's go back to our respective areas."

……

When the sun set, Baron Collins's brows also wrinkled into a rope.

"Father, haven't Captain Gray and the others come back yet?" asked a boy who put away his sword.

"Well, you guys go have dinner first."

Collins showed a smile, then turned around and ordered the servants to bring the two children into the stone building.Gray brought more than 20 soldiers, but not even one of them ran back. Either he was tracking his opponent, or the opponent was too strong and they were all killed.

Live without people, dead without corpses.

What an ominous winter!

That night, he organized a patrol team of more than a dozen people to patrol the manor.But until dawn the next day, nothing happened.

But a peasant woman came over and asked for help, saying that her husband had disappeared since he went into the mountains yesterday.

Collins sent three soldiers and some hunters to search the mountains and forests.

By evening, the ending was the same as yesterday, no one came back.

The surroundings of the manor seemed to have suddenly turned into a cemetery that was devouring human lives, eerie and terrifying.

Don’t know who the opponent is or how many there are?
But as long as he leaves the confines of the manor, he will definitely die.

Collins couldn't help but feel angry. He didn't know what the hidden people, whether human or ghost, wanted to do. They could either break in or leave.

Now, it's just too much of a lie.

He wanted to go out and compete immediately, but in the end he endured it and did not do that.

Compared with the fearlessness of his youth, now with a happy family and status, he admitted that he was timid and finally chose to be cautious.

……

At dawn on the third day, heavy fog enveloped the entire Collins Manor, making visibility extremely low.

In the sight of more than a dozen patrolling soldiers, some looming figures appeared in the thick fog, and slight footsteps seemed to be heard in their ears...

It's getting clearer!
No, something is really coming!
"Everyone, be careful, be careful of people coming from the thick fog."

Following the shouts of the soldier captain, all the soldiers immediately went on alert, staring in the direction of the thick fog.

The footsteps that reached their ears were getting denser and faster.

What will it be?

A huge figure appeared in the fog, then No.2, No.3...

"They are coming, ready to meet the enemy!"

With a hiss, a spear suddenly flew over and pierced the body of one of the soldiers.

"It's a Viking!"

Cries of death suddenly rang out in the streets, and more than a dozen soldiers died tragically on the spot.

……

"what sound?"

Baron Collins suddenly woke up in the lord's stone building, told his wife to take care of his two children, and then picked up his sword and walked out of the bedroom.

In the past two days of worry, he had slept with his armor on, so the process of putting on the armor was omitted at this time.

Leaning towards the window, it was foggy outside and I couldn't see anything clearly.Until the sound of footsteps was faintly heard in my ears, and the next moment, something flew over and hit the wooden door and window with a bang.

It's a head!
"Guard!"

Baron Collins shouted, and more than 20 soldiers had already been arranged around.

He was about to go down and fight side by side with the soldiers, but an increasingly clear scene appeared in his eyes. His own soldiers were like babies. In less than ten breaths, the company platoon collapsed.

The two warriors led by the opponent, a man and a woman, with bodies like brown bears, were simply not a match for their own villain-like soldiers.

Accompanied by the increasingly faint screams in their ears, the remaining soldiers had already broken up and fled.

"Those who squat on the ground with their heads in their hands will not be killed!"

One of the Vikings shouted a line in the language of the kingdom.

In an instant, several soldiers squatted down, and some were running away. Along with the sound of flying axes breaking through the air, there was soon no more noise.

"Father, are those Vikings?"

"Uh... yeah."

Collins noticed the child who came to him at some unknown time, and a trace of lament flashed in his eyes. He was afraid that he would be doomed today.

"Can't we defeat him?" the boy asked again.

He remembered that when he was practicing swordplay the day before yesterday, his father had said that the Vikings were just a group of barbarians, but now, they all came to the house.

There was a loud bang, and the main door downstairs was smashed.

"Go find a place to hide."

Collins said anxiously to the child, then took a deep breath, held the sword in both hands and walked outside.

Enter the kingdom of heaven with the glory of a knight!
Collins shouted loudly and slashed down the heretic No. 1 with his sword. He was very surprised that the sword he had struck with both hands was easily deflected by the opponent with one hand.

A large ax and a thick-backed machete followed.

My life is over!

Collins lamented, and a voice came into his ears at the same time:
"Don't kill him."

The ax turned back and struck the baron on the shoulder where he was holding the sword, causing him a burst of pain and the sword fell to the ground.The thick-backed machete slapped him on the heart from the side, causing him to almost lose his breath and fall to the ground.

Several soldiers followed and tied up the noble man.

"Find his family." Shurut said again.

Reilly led people into the room and saw a woman holding a dagger, trying to kill herself.

He didn't walk fast, and the woman put the dagger close to her neck.

Tread...Tap...

Rayleigh walked up to the woman and slapped her dagger away with his sword: "If you don't dare to stab her, what are you doing with it?"

Facing the eager barbarians around her, the woman's eyes had already accepted her fate. As a noble woman, these barbarians would not let her go.

But it is nothing compared to death. I have also attended several dirty banquets of noble and upper class society, and it is no longer so clean.

"You just have to figure it out for yourself. Don't kill anyone. She's still useful."

Rayleigh said something, pulled out a boy from the closet, and then went to find the other one with Itia.

……

"Baron Collins, we need your help to do something." Shurut took a chair and sat down. "As long as you help us, then all your family will be able to survive."

"Don't think about it."

With the spirit of chivalry honed in his early childhood, Collins' first reaction was that he could not succumb to these barbaric pagans.

The door opened, and Reilly came out with two children. He said in the language of the Kingdom: "Baron, your wife is very moist."

"asshole!"

Collins glared, but was kicked to the ground by the warrior beside him.

"If you don't want both of your children to die, you'd better listen to us." Rayleigh threatened with his sword across a boy's neck.

The door was closed again, and the ferocious laughter of the pagans came from inside, and...

"I listened to you and let my children and my wife go." Mr. Collins finally lowered his head helplessly.

"We'll talk after my warriors are finished." Shurut looked gentle.

"Do not……"

"You are not qualified to negotiate terms with me."

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PS: This chapter attempts to write the Vikings as White Walkers.

For Britain, these extraordinarily tall and ferocious Viking warriors in the north are not much different from White Walkers; for the Kingdom of Mercia and its dependent countries, Cambridge is the Great Wall of Despair.

(End of this chapter)