Vikings: Nordic women

Chapter 14: No land to farm, only war
It was late at night. Ralph, who had been waiting for a long time, changed into clean clothes and scattered with his companions, armed with axes, spears and daggers, like a group of busy bees.

Although they acted independently, they demonstrated amazing efficiency and coordination.

Outside Jarr's barn, two Viking warriors were squatting at the door, warming their bodies around the campfire and chatting about whose woman was more beautiful.

Their mission is similar to that of cats, responsible for guarding the precious reserves of the Yar and preventing thieves like "rats" from stealing the war reserve food and selected seeds in the barn.

Ralph spoke earnestly like an old father, and gently patted the shoulder of Robert, who was holding a grass stem in his mouth. Unexpectedly, he was hit back by the other party.

Robert glared at him and said, "If you dare to touch me again, I'll chop off your hand!"

"Uh..." Ralph withdrew his hand embarrassedly.

Behind them, several young boys were crawling on the ground, ready to take action at any time.

Under the cover of night, Ralph whispered to Robert in a flattering tone: "Robert, everything depends on you! If they find anything unusual, run back quickly!"

He handed Robert a bag of wine with poison in it, given by Sheena, which was said to drive a bear mad and kill it.

Robert, who always seemed calm, took the cowhide bag full of ale, poured some of it on his neck, and then staggered towards the barn like a drunk.

Suddenly, the arrogant barking of dogs broke the tranquility of the night.

"Who is it?" The soldiers beside the campfire immediately became alert and stretched their necks.

They saw that Robert seemed to be frightened and stood there like a scarecrow.

"Kid, get out of here, this is not the place for you!" The soldiers drove Robert away.

"Oh~oh~Okay!" Robert pretended to be scared, turned around and spilled some wine on the ground.

A gust of wind blew by, carrying with it a smell of alcohol.

The two Viking warriors sniffed and became alert: "Stop! What do you have in your hand?"

"No, I don't have anything in my hand!" Robert covered the cowhide bag, hid behind him, and slowly retreated vigilantly.

The two Viking warriors looked at each other and smiled. They obviously did not believe what Robert said. They stood up and said, "Bring the wine here, or we will report to Yar that you are planning to steal food from the barn. Then you and your family will be punished!"

"I didn't, please don't tell Jar. I was just passing by!" Robert's panicked voice came, and two Viking warriors walked towards him.

"Then hand over the wine. Children shouldn't drink alcohol. They should give it to adults!" a warrior urged and stepped forward.

"But this is for my father. He's been trembling because there's no wine at home. I ran to my uncle and begged him for a long time before he gave me some..." Robert tried to explain, stepping back step by step.

"No buts!" A Viking warrior immediately hugged Robert, who had ascites, like hugging a bag of rice, snatched the cowhide bag from his arms, and threw it to his companion, "Okay, kid, get out of here quickly, before we think you are a thief, or we tell your father about your stealing of wine!"

"Give it back to me!" Robert's strength was enough to break free from the restraints, and he pretended to try to snatch it back.

"Good wine, get out of here!" The Viking warrior's eyes lit up after taking a sip of wine. He handed it to his companion, pointing the spear in his hand at Robert's neck, "Get out, kid, don't make me angry!"

O'nie's father, Field, is a senior malt liquor lover, so his beer must be good, and they can taste it.

"I'm going to tell my father that you stole my things!" Robert was very anxious and cried.

“Hahaha…” The two warriors looked at each other and laughed as if they had heard a joke. “Go, ask him to bring more wine. Don’t come empty-handed!”

"Hahaha……"

Amid the laughter, Robert turned his head, sneered and cried, then ran away in a flash.

"Ready!" Ralph and others held their spears, waiting quietly, ready to act.

In the tense and oppressive atmosphere, a boy could not help but lean close to Ralph's ear and whispered, "Ralph, I have to hold my urine, can I go pee?"

Ralph glared at him angrily and scolded him in a low voice: "Shut up, no, you peed in your pants, I gave you a chance to release it before we set off!"

The boy closed his mouth angrily, but soon, a smell of urine filled the air.

Apparently, someone had become incontinent from nervousness. "Who peed?" Ralph whispered.

"It's not me!" The boy who had just requested to be released quickly defended himself, "I can feel that I'm still holding it in!"

Another boy's voice was filled with embarrassment: "Ralph, I was so nervous, I couldn't help it!"

"Shut up and don't make any noise. If you want to die, scream louder!" Ralph yelled again, trying to control the situation.

At this time, the dogs kept barking, as if alerting the two Viking warriors that there was something unusual nearby.

"I must kill it, it keeps roaring at us!" Ralph's face was full of resentment.

Fortunately, the dogs barked continuously, and as long as one dog was barking, the dogs in other places would respond, so the two Viking warriors did not immediately notice anything unusual.

"Why is it barking all the time?" a Viking warrior asked in confusion.

"I don't know. It's autumn now, maybe he's in heat?" Another Viking warrior suddenly stuttered, obviously drunk.

“Hahaha… uh… you~ you are drunk, it turns out you were just bragging… and then… how could I…” A Viking warrior suddenly burped violently, and then suddenly fell to the ground like a heavy object collapsing. His face changed, and he covered his head, with foamy vomit spewing out of his mouth.

The situation of another Viking warrior was not much better: "The wine is poisonous, the wine of that child is poisonous..."

It turned out that Hina had no idea how much to use, so she was worried that she would not be able to defeat the Viking warriors, so she crushed the newly picked "God-given plants" directly and soaked them in the wine, causing the two Viking warriors to be poisoned.

The polar and nonpolar properties of alcohol enable it to dissolve free alkaloids or their salts, thus potentially increasing the dissolution rate of alkaloids.

However, this short-term dissolution of less than a day has little effect at all.

Alcohol itself has an inhibitory effect on the central nervous system, and the alkaloids in the "God-given plants" that Ou Ni casually made up are neurotoxic.

Ingestion of both at the same time will aggravate the adverse effects on the central nervous system, leading to more serious poisoning symptoms and even life-threatening.

At this moment, several spears flew over and nailed the barking hound to the ground.

Ralph walked up to the two warriors, took out a dagger, and under their angry gazes, cut their neck arteries and trachea with the knife.

Blood spurted out and splashed all over Ralph, making him look ruthless.

"We don't need to kill anyone, right?" someone asked hesitantly.

"Don't be as gentle as a pig. They have seen Robert's face. Besides, they won't survive!" Ralph took the key from the dead guard's arms and opened the barn door directly.

The barn was filled with grain, which shocked everyone instantly.

"Ralph, should we move a few bags?" someone suggested, with a look of heartache on his face. "We may not be able to finish all the food in our lifetime!"

"No, light it!" Ralph hadn't finished speaking when a burning log swirled over his head, startling him and throwing him into the barn.

"Are you guys in love?"

He looked back and saw Robert with a look of contempt on his face, asking them to leave.

"Let's go!" Ralph's eyelids twitched twice, and he asked everyone to leave. He ran past Robert and gave him a provocative look.

Thick smoke billowed from the barn behind him and it quickly caught fire. Several Norwegian Forest Cats escaped from the fire in the barn with great agility. If you didn't look carefully, you would have thought they were big rats.

In the distance, the barley fields, ports and houses were also on fire, and the red light turned the sky orange.

"It looks like the others have completed their mission." Ralph panted.

Under the cover of night, a fire was spreading in the direction of the port, and rapid alarm bells rang one after another. Shouts of "Enemy invasion, enemy invasion!" accompanied by the sound of dense footsteps resounded throughout the settlement.

　Looking for investment, big guys!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)