Vikings: Nordic women

Chapter 15 Princes, generals and prime ministers would rather have the seed

Soldiers, landlords, and serfs all took up their weapons and spontaneously ran towards the port under the leadership of their team leaders, ready to resist the invaders.

Residents in the settlement also ran out to put out the fire in their own houses.

Ralph and others were ignored by them.

For a moment, there were voices calling for loved ones and crying everywhere, and the scene was chaotic and tense.

In the direction of the port, torches were shining. Two groups of people met in the dark. Unable to recognize each other, they miraculously started fighting each other.

"Stop, we are all the same people! We got it wrong!" Someone recognized the people on the opposite side. It turned out that they were two waves of Viking warriors who heard the alarm and went to the port for defense.

In the darkness and without uniform clothing, they mistook them for an invasion by other Norsemen.

"Is there really an invasion? Go! Go quickly!" Ralph urged with his eyes wide open.

Many children gathered towards him, holding shields and weapons, and ran towards the high priest's house, ready for the next move.

"Water..." Ou Ni had woken up a long time ago. She just felt her throat was burning and didn't know what had happened.

Why was she hung on the tree? And why was everything on fire? Her memory seemed to be fragmented, and she only remembered that she seemed to...

But she didn't seem to have any signs of being violated, which made her feel relieved. Although she didn't know what happened, she was sure that she was saved and her virginity was still there.

Looking at the fire in the distance, she wondered if her barley fields were okay, as she had hired someone to plant them.

If it burned, she and her children would all starve. In this chaotic situation, she could only pray to Loki, the god of conspiracy associated with fire, for everything to be safe.

If her wheat was burned, she would make the children pray to Him when they went to the toilet!
Eunnie thought wickedly.

"Ouni? Miss Ouni?"

Suddenly, there were shouts from under the tree. Ou Ni looked down and saw many children coming.

"We're here to rescue you!"

"You..." She opened her mouth, but was too weak to say anything. With her hands tied and hanging, she just swayed in the wind like a hanged ghost.

She was touched and angry at the same time. She had seen what happened to her people because of their disobedience to Yaer. It was all because of Madam Yaer!
As the rope was cut, Ouni was caught by a group of hands below her. The flying feeling she had just felt when she was floating in the air almost made her incontinent.

For a moment she felt as if she had become a snowflake, and when she was caught it seemed to be floating gently to the ground.

No one made any move, and after she was helped down, Ralph carried her on his back.

Maybe it was because she was tall and had too much fat, which made her feel like a cone standing on the ground when Ralph carried her on his back.

Go against Tiangang!

She could sense that Ralph was struggling, but he seemed to be enjoying it.

Is this what it feels like to be protected by a group of people? It’s great! I love everyone and everyone loves me!
Looking at everyone, Ouni felt melancholy as she realized that the situation was a foregone conclusion and could not be changed. She could not go back!

When there was no land to farm, she had no choice but to take up arms in order to survive.

"Ms. Ouni, let's go!"

"No!" She raised her finger, and her weak voice rang in Ralph's ear, "Ralph, I'm talking, you help me relay it!"

"Ok!"

"My brothers and sisters, we still need to do one more thing. Miss Ouni asks you, do you still have the courage?"

Ou Ni raised a finger that couldn't be straightened up and pointed at the ground. Everyone looked at her and seemed to have noticed something. They followed her finger and looked down at the ground.

Ou Ni's eyes went dark and she tried to straighten her fingers, and everyone looked over.

There was a figure who was looking over here stealthily. When he saw them looking over there, he ran straight in.

"There are enemies, the enemies are coming!"

Ounnie listened to the faint voice, it was that of a young woman, and the main entrance of the lord's hall, which was originally heavily guarded, was now empty.

She judged that the chaotic and dangerous environment would force Yar to divert attention and manpower to deal with the fire and thus leave temporarily.

It also created opportunities for her.

She couldn't just abandon everything and leave. She had to make up for her losses and snatch treasures to prepare for her escape. Moreover, she had no grudges against her. Madame Jarre almost killed her, and now she felt like she had lost half her life. If she chose to escape after tonight, it would be difficult for her to seek revenge in the future.

She now had only one idea, which was to "retaliate".

She said, "What are you waiting for, Ralph?"

Hearing this, Robert beside him took the lead, pulled out the axe handle from his waist, and rushed towards Yar's residence with a shield in his left hand.

The others and Ralph, who was carrying Ounnie on his back, followed. Ounnie looked at Robert, who was leading the group, and was frightened.

This bloodiness and execution are very decisive.

she likes!
At this moment, Robert and others had rushed to the door of the lord's hall, but were stopped by the sturdy door.

"Open the door!" They swung their axes at the door, and others came forward to help, kicking the door and shouting loudly.

"Get out of the way!" Robert yelled as he got further away, raised his foot and rushed towards the door, slamming it hard.

There was no response, but Robert bounced back. The door was a bit thick.

"Come crash with me!"

With the combined impact, Robert and the others were thrown in along with the door. The wooden door could not withstand their repeated and simultaneous impacts, and the door bolt broke into two pieces.

Ralph carried Eunice on his back and stepped into the lord's hall. There were four or five oil lamps hanging on the wall, and the interior was brightly lit. Only then did she realize that there was no one inside.

Looking at the burning bonfire, with the newly added charcoal that had not yet been ignited on top of the red-hot charcoal, she was lost in thought.

"Miss Eunice, the back door is open!" someone shouted at her.

It seems that Lady Jarre has just escaped. Chasing her now without a direction is undoubtedly like looking for a needle in a haystack.

"What a pity!" Ounnie whispered to Ralph with some regret.

Ralph nodded and said, "Move all the treasures here away! Hurry up, we have to evacuate quickly!"

Robert paced around Jarre's residence. Like a marginal person, he seemed to be attracted by a closed room and walked over.

I pushed the door, but it was not bolted and opened easily.

"Squeak..." The door made an unpleasant friction sound.

He came to the bed, where a woman was lying on top of a man. The man was foaming at the mouth, his eyes were wide open, and he was obviously dead.

The woman slept like a dead pig, seemingly unaware of what was happening around her.

Robert frowned, reached out to feel Jarre's breath, and confirmed that he was dead.

He stepped out quietly and came to Eunice: "Miss Eunice, Jarre is in the room. He seems to be dead. There is also a woman. It should be Mrs. Jarre!"

Ounnie turned her head slightly and looked at Robert in confusion. Ralph, who heard her instructions, carried her into the room.

Ouni looked at the woman on the bed in confusion: "Ralph, come closer so I can see clearly!"

As the woman's face came closer, Ounnie looked at her hand on Yael's shoulder, which was covered with calluses.

"Miss Eunice, are you going to kill her?"

Ouni shook her head: "She is not Madame Yar, my enemy has run away!"

"Trouble!" she said, not knowing whether she was referring to Madame Jarre, who had escaped, or to Robert.

Yar was dead on the bed, lifeless, and they broke in at this moment.

Will they be accused of the murder by Madame Jarre, who has just escaped?
A crazy thought flashed through her mind: Does Yaer’s death mean that a new Yaer is about to rise?

But Jarl had no children, so, was there a chance that Harold would succeed his brother and become the new lord?

She stared at Yaer's peaceful but lifeless face, and her eyes gradually became firm when she thought of his power when he was alive.

Power, something that people both love and hate, stirred up huge waves in her heart at this moment.

Prince and general, would you rather have a kind?
　There is exposure only when there is investment!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)