Faced with Egil's persuasion, there was no response in the inner castle. Of course, it was not right to say that there was no response. Just as Egil felt something was wrong and was about to ride a horse forward and approach it a little closer - with a "swoosh", a long arrow shot towards his forehead.

However, while Egil was so stunned, the guard knights beside him had already made movements of the two guard knights' Eagle shields on his side and stood in front of him. Then the long arrow stopped on the Eagle shield with a "destiny". The tail of the arrow was still trembling.

At the same time, Egil also heard a system prompt sound. When he opened the interface, he saw that he had an extra minion, the Royal Shield Guard: He was specifically blocking arrows for you on the battlefield. Personal safety +2, morale -1. He could barely be considered a benign minion.

Immediately afterwards, Egil sighed a little about the other party's steadfastness and unyieldingness. Then, with a wave of his hand, the Nordic archer who had been impatiently waiting immediately let go of his hand. Then a fire rain fell from the sky...

After that, there was no more. Screams and strange meat scent - although it was a fragrance, I don't know why people want to vomit very much.

Because I am my own kind, I feel disgusting.

What a strange idea.

Or, are you afraid that you will be treated the same after you die?

It was obvious that there was nothing after death. So, it was also a very strange idea.

——Oh, I almost forgot. This is the sad medieval era. The so-called atheism does not exist. Egil himself is a "devoted" Catholic.

"Haha, hehehehahahahahahahaha... The whole army! Here we rest for three days! Then march into Hadrian's city!" Egil ordered after laughing inexplicably.

That night, for the Vikings, the so-called rest and recreation were actually similar to carnival. Because the inner castle with the most complete facilities was burned to ashes by Egil. So Egil still lives in the military camp and hardens the bed with other soldiers. At most, it is a little fur mattress.

At this moment, although it was already the second half of the night, the carnival of the Viking soldiers still did not stop. However, Egil used the excuse of being unable to drink and went back to the barracks to rest early.

Egil was calculating: This expedition to England started in July. It is almost September now. Although he slaughtered several cities, burned several villages, and destroyed thousands of enemy troops... the progress was still insufficient. England's strength was still there and it was not damaged at all.

In other words, keep working hard on yourself.

"What should I keep working hard? Kill people?"

"Although I'm not satisfied with your appearance like this, and my damn expression of always peeping at my heart. But in a sense, it's true." Egil said: "It's almost the same. Expansion and killing. Although you can't just equate the signs. But it should be OK - by the way, the wavy lines are really cute, don't you think so?"

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"Okay, it's a little bit far-reaching." Egil thought for a moment and then said: "Although in this era, the concept of modern state has not yet been formed. Patriotism is even more unfamiliar... But it seems that it is not easy to swallow a territory that does not belong to you at all..."

"Did you just find out?"

"And, although my professional army has a good combat capability, the number is too small. And if you want to provide support, you need strong economic strength..."

"Did you just find out?" The system elves still looked very contemptuous.

"Immigration, plus military garrison. How about this?" Egil asked.

"Do you have that many people?" the system elves asked.

"Assimilation?" Egil gave another idea.

"Is your cultural centripetal force strong?" the system elves continued to ask.

"... Then, can we only build an empire that is different from the four-dimensional ones like Ottoman Turkey?" Egil suddenly became very frustrated: "Enter all cultures are tolerated, but in the end even his original appearance disappeared. What's the use of such a country even if it is strong?" Egil finally said a solution that was not a solution. That is, the virtue of Ottoman Turkey in history - although the later Sudan Fort claimed to be the co-lord of Islam and Christianity - it was really painful, and it was not ordinary.

"So, culture, culture, and culture - when you don't use an axe to force others, they also voluntarily want to be a Norwegian, or a Viking, you will be successful." The system elves said.

"... Could it be that day?" Egil asked.

"So try to be more violent before this." Speaking of this, the system elves have regained their unconventional nature.

"At the end of the day, you still have to use violence." Egil rolled his eyes. He was a little tired of such a life. He always killed people and killed people every day... Even if he was idle, he had to think about how to kill people and kill more people faster. Otherwise, he would be killed.

Of course, it's all jokes. In fact, Egil is a neurotic pervert. Whether to kill or not is completely out of his consideration.

So... it's already very late now, go to bed. Anyway, it's not a big deal. When you have time in the future, think about it. If you really can't think of it, leave it to your descendants for headaches. At least Egil is confident. When you are alive, the country you founded will only keep getting stronger - at least before you die, you will keep getting stronger.

However, maybe after I die, the empire will fall apart immediately. Just like Alexander.

But no matter what, he was dead by that time.

In this way, Egil fell asleep...

The next day, people in England were surprised to find that they were surrounded.

Yes, surrounded. Surrounded without any suspense.

"When did the enemy go around behind us!!!"

Then there was a scattering. Then, after seeing Egil's bad intentions, he was still scattering. At this moment, looking at the bloody flags and garments - all embroidered with the Earl of Newcastle's emblems. It would definitely not be forged in a short time - of course, it is unlikely that someone would have had some idle trouble to forge those things.

That is to say.

"Newcastle is falling?! Our back road is broken?! It's over!!!!"

"...Idiots, let them be quieter." Seeing the mess in Hadrian's city was very unreasonable, Egil rolled his eyes and said immediately.

Afterwards, Egil's command of 1,800 crossbowmen quickly stepped forward, and a rain of arrows... made Hadrian's wall even more panicked.

If it were normal, the English longbowers on the city wall had already reacted. Although the number of Nordic archers and crossbowmen in Eggill was slightly less than that of Eggill's Nordic archers and crossbowmen in terms of quantity, but the quality was much stronger than Eggill's long-range projection troops, which would definitely allow Eggill to experience what it means to die.

But now, no one has thought of this.

"Quiet! Don't be messed up! Don't be messed up!!!" The commander of the England side yelled. However, because the nobles and knights who served as grassroots officers almost suffered casualties in the previous charge. Therefore, the English people are now seriously inadequate in organization. Although the remaining knights, nobles and commanders shouted at the top of their lungs and wanted to control the situation, the results were very little...

This effort was eventually shattered under the attack of the Dwarfs and Scottish coalition forces on the opposite side. After two rounds of stone bombs were launched, the Dwarfs and Scottish coalition forces rushed forward at a crazy speed like a thirst, just as if a person who was about to die of thirst faced a bottle of Wahaha mineral water, and a person who was about to starve to death faced a meat bun. He threw away his armor and rushed forward.

——Of course, here specifically refers to the Scots.

Last night, Egil not only discussed cultural centripetal force with a certain system elves, but also asked the parkour master Wuming to take a detour to the coalition army camp.

After hearing that the Norwegians easily captured Newcastle, the dwarfs were fine - after all, they were not here to grab the chassis. However, the Scots couldn't sit still.

Originally, according to the covenant between Egil and Kenneth, Northumberland and Cumbria, two territories adjacent to Scotland, were to be assigned to Scotland. The Norwegians went south all the way, and the Scots thought they were going to the territory assigned to them in the treaty to fight. Who knew the final result was Egil instantly and retaliated. When the Scots and the dwarfs fought to death in front of Hadrian, they easily seized the most important Newcastle Castle in the Northumberland area.

This... How can this be human?! According to the Scottish character, whoever fights will be the one who wins. With such inertial thinking - then will this Newcastle Castle be handed over to the Norwegians? If you fight to death in front of you, you will make wedding dresses for others?

I wiped my tears. What's even more terrifying is that after capturing Newcastle and cutting off the back road of Hadrian's Wall, Norwegian people wanted to capture Hadrian's City, which was probably not a dream - after all, on one side was facing the enemy and on the other side was facing their own people - the design was definitely different. Attacking from south to north and attacking from north to south are completely different concepts. The former is called cutting butter, and the latter is called hitting the wall.

If the Norwegians control the Great Wall of Hadrian again, the consequences would be...Wallace was extremely scared after thinking about this. To put it bluntly. Although the Scots and the Dwarves were in good condition these two days, if there was any conflict between the Scots and the Norwegians--the Dwarves would definitely not help them.
Chapter completed!