Vikings: Nordic women

Chapter 12 The storm is coming

After receiving the order, the female slave who had thrown Ouni on the bed nodded and closed the door behind her as she left.

Holger bolted the door from behind, his eyes wide open, and walked over to Eunice, who was lying quietly on the bed, and reached out to untie her headscarf.

"It's so beautiful, it's a work of art!" He reached out and pinched Ounnie's nose, forcing her to subconsciously open her mouth to breathe.

Holger smiled triumphantly, like a fat mouse that successfully stole the oil lamp. He took off his pants with one hand and supported himself on the bed with the other hand, staring at Ounnie's pink tongue and swallowed his saliva.

"who are you?"

The questioning voice coming from outside the door made Holger, who had not yet touched his lips, suddenly look up and look towards the door.

"Who's out there?"

There was a loud slapping sound, and then the door bolt broke in two and slammed hard against the wall.

Inside the house, Holger was still in an indecent posture, and his pants were shortened by fear.

When he saw that it was Harold who broke in, his expression instantly changed from panic to calm, and he prepared to stand up.

"you……"

Before he could finish his words, Harold, whose eyes quickly turned red, was already furious. He punched Holger in the face like a sandbag, causing his head to tilt back, and he tripped over his pants and fell off the bed.

"Are you crazy, kid? You are a piece of trash who is not valued by old Jar, and you dare to hit me?" Holger spat out a mouthful of blood foam, climbed up and tried to stop Harold who was hugging Princess Ounnie.

"Ptah!" Harold spat on his head, with a look of satisfaction on his face, and kicked him as he stood up.

The kick was as heavy as a demolition hammer, sending Holger crashing into the wall. Then, without even looking back, he picked up Ounnie from the bed and prepared to leave.

"Put her down!"

Holger's face turned pale in an instant, his eyes fell on his waist like lightning, he quickly pulled out the dagger, and chased after Harold like a rabbit that suddenly jumped up.

"I told you to put her down!"

He stabbed Harold twice quickly before he could turn around on his way out the door.

Holger, blinded by rage, suddenly froze after stabbing twice. He looked at the blood on the knife and his expression suddenly became terrified.

It was as if he had seen something terrible.

Harold was stabbed with a dagger but didn't make a sound, his eyes were bloodshot, his adrenaline surged, and the pain subsided instantly.

He suddenly let go of Eunice's legs, raised his elbow and hit Holger, who was shorter than him, on the head.

A muffled groan was heard, the dagger fell to the ground, Holger shook his head, and his eyes rolled back.

He seemed to be knocked unconscious and could only raise his arms to defend himself against a possible second attack. His eyes tried hard to see clearly and his legs rolled and kicked around like a drunk, but he couldn't stand up.

Harold was about to kick her again when he suddenly heard a groan. Eunice, who was in his arms, blushed and muttered something in an incomprehensible language.

But even though he didn't understand, the sweet voice made him feel hot all over, and Harold's face instantly turned red as fire.

His attention was no longer on his feet, and he had no time to care about Holger. He stepped on the hand of the female slave who was lying on the ground and deliberately crushed it, then hurriedly ran out the door with Eunice in his arms.

"How to do how to do?"

At this moment, Ouni suddenly spat out a mouthful of white foam and her face turned extremely pale.

"The high priest, yes, find the high priest!"

Harold panicked and didn't care about Holger who had crawled out. He quickly carried her to the high priest's house next door.

A light smoke blew towards them. The high priest was sitting beside the bed, and other priests were throwing strange leaves into the bonfire.

“Hehehe…” He let out a sinister laugh, his expression could not be seen behind the veil. “I’ve been waiting for you for a long time, Harold. The gods told me that you would come to find me!”

"High Priest, I beg you to save her life. I am willing to pay any price!"

"Even if it's your life?"

"Yes, High Priest!" The High Priest picked up a bowl of pale yellow water from the table and handed it to Harold: "Drink it, become a fanatic of Woden, and I will save her!"

Harold took the bowl without any hesitation and drank the unknown potion in it.

"You stay inside!" The high priest pointed to the wooden cage beside him.

Harold nodded, gently placed Ou Ni on the ground, and walked into the cage. The veins in his arms were bulging and his face was flushed. His eyes were fixed on the high priest who was feeding Ou Ni water bowl after bowl.

The high priest picked up a crow's tail feather and poked it at Ouni's tonsils in her pried open mouth.

"Ugh..." Ou Ni spat out water one mouthful after another, but still did not wake up.

"Keep pouring!" the high priest signaled to his men.

Several people repeated the operation back and forth several times before they finally lifted Ounnie onto the high priest's bed. A low roar came from behind them.

"Roar, roar, roar..." Harold's neck veins bulged and he roared like a bear. He stared fiercely at Eunice and the others, and smashed the wooden cage crazily as if he had lost his mind.

"Tall, strong, crazy, fearless of pain, and unafraid of death, such a perfect warrior, Woden will definitely like it! Jie hehehe..." The high priest came to the cage and admired his "masterpiece".

About ten minutes later, exhausted Harold fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth and twitching, before he was carried out by the priests.

"High Priest, he is injured!"

A priest discovered blood in the cage. It turned out that when Harold went crazy just now, his wound had been bleeding.

"How could this happen? Who did it? Who dared to hurt the warriors chosen by Woden?" The high priest was furious and examined Harold's wound.

"It's a dagger wound. It must have been done by Butler Holger!"

"How dare you, as a serf of Yar, to harm the bloodline of old Yar?"

"Who hurt my brother?" At this moment, a voice was heard, and Robert Jarre rushed in with his men, holding a bent whip in his hand.

The two warriors held Holger, whose face was bruised and swollen, and had whip marks on it.

"Yar, the gods greet you!" The high priest bowed slightly and saluted Yar, and the other priests knelt on one knee to show their submission.

Robert tapped his trousers lightly with the whip in his hand, walked towards Harold who was lying on the bed, looked at the wound on his back, and frowned.

"What's wrong with him?" He looked at the high priest with a polite tone.

"It seems that you, Yaer, don't understand your subordinates..." The high priest smiled and shook his head, suggesting something.

Robert Jarre looked behind him.

Holger's face turned pale instantly, and he looked at Jarre with fear, who turned his head and looked at him with disappointment, and his lips began to tremble.

"Sir, spare my life!"

"Chop it into pieces!" he spat out the word coldly.

"Sir, spare me, I was wrong!"

"Yes, sir!" Two Viking warriors threw Holger to the ground, stepped on his back to prevent him from moving, drew the axes from their waists, and chopped at Holger.

"Ahhh... My lord, I was wrong. My lord, please spare my life!" Holger vomited blood, his hands were covered with his own blood, and he kept wailing.

The sound of an axe chopping meat and Holger's wailing continued to ring out. The priests kneeling in the room shrank back in fear and trembled all over. The minced meat splattered on their faces, making their pupils almost shrink into wheat awns.

"You useless wretch, you've brought shame to your father!" Robert looked angrily at the unconscious Harold lying on the ground, turned around and stepped over the "mosaic" called Holger on the ground, and stood at the door. "If Harold dies, except for the high priest, you will go and guard his treasure (and be buried with the treasure)!"

"Also, hang this woman up! I can only let her down when my brother is better! Harold loves her so much, if he dies, she must accompany him to Valhalla!"

"As you command, sir!" The high priest bowed and looked at the other priests who were shaking like sieves, and kicked them on the buttocks one by one, "You are a bunch of useless trash, get up if you want to live!"

With the help of a group of priests, Ouni had her hands tied and hung on the oak tree in front of the door. She was still unconscious.

A neighbor who lived near Ounnie's house happened to pass by and saw this scene. She hurriedly ran towards Ounnie's house.

(End of this chapter)