Half a month later, more than thirty teams of noble guards gathered in the small mountain village. Ragnar looked at the thousand or so people in front of him, with a smile on his lips.
There are all professionals, the lowest is a reserve warrior, the highest is a mid-level magician. Coupled with Tanya, a divine knight, it is difficult to deal with even any principal city of the principality.
"Thank you warriors for coming to help. We are all Vikings and we don't need that nonsense."
"If I, Ragnar, are lucky enough to win, I will definitely change the status quo of the frozen continent in the future. At least more people will have food to eat and leather robes to wear."
"But if we fail, we can still be friends and go to the Hall of Valor together to drink wine and listen to the gospel of the gods."
"As for the families you represent, I have already made a note of it. Ragnar cannot repay this kindness, but I hope that he can be cruel in the future."
The wind and snow became more and more violent, and countless fierce horses were pacing restlessly, white air spurting out of their nostrils. I don't know who started it, but the Viking war roar sounded leisurely, and finally broke through the sky and spread over the ice sheet. p>
Tanya, the Blessed Knight, bursts out with fighting spirit. Her long braids indicate that she will be invincible in every battle, and her snow-white Viking dress is spotless.
The dusk sword was slowly raised, and the star buckler was fixed on his left arm. He turned his head and nodded to Ragnar, and then took the lead to walk towards the village.
Three days later, everyone arrived at the outskirts of the stronghold. Ragnar originally planned to suppress the storm to the lowest point, but he could not withstand everyone's burning fighting spirit.
"I will never allow negotiations at this moment. Either kill me now, or I will break Adrian's neck!" Oceanus roared with great dissatisfaction.
"Gods above, the goddess of fate has already made her choice. We should follow the trend, otherwise we will definitely cause disaster. This is something the Vikings cannot bear." Glaber looked at the sky and murmured to himself. p>
"The weeds must be eradicated. Mercy can be left to anyone, but it must not be shown at this time. War is cruel, and only the victor has the right to speak." Onomamus bowed and saluted, and then stopped straightening up. The Viking war cry was clear and loud, the ice fields trembled slightly, and the horns emitted a low wail. Ragnar sighed lightly, and then nodded to Tanya, who rarely showed a smile.
God bless me and save the world, all souls are extinguished, the wind and snow are cold. The twilight sword slowly disappears in front of everyone, and the next second, all the professionals in the village are killed.<
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Tanya had no time to pay attention to these miscellaneous fish, and saw the Star Buckler burst out with a dazzling burst of fighting spirit, and then smashed the gate of the village without any suspense.
After doing this, she shook her long hair coolly, indicating that the path of attack was clear. More than a thousand personal guards drew out their scimitars or staffs from their waists, and walked toward the village while chanting Viking war cries.
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Tanya returned to Ragnar again, and her breath suddenly disappeared. She no longer had the frightening feeling that a divine knight should have. Graeber took out a parchment, which recorded all the property that Adrian had withheld. p>
Oceanus had already taken the lead and was the first one to rush into the stronghold. Onomamus remained silent, sometimes looking at the stronghold, sometimes lowering his head and thinking hard.
"After this battle, I don't know how many Vikings will die. It's a pity." Ragnar rubbed his face, his voice filled with endless sorrow.
Although he was dissatisfied with Adrian's rule, he did not want to see large-scale deaths. Therefore, he hesitated, and this hesitation lasted for more than ten years.
"Then you should take good care of it from now on. Rotten trees should return to dust, and new shoots should be carefully cared for." Tanya frowned when she heard this, but she didn't blame it too much.
She likes Ragnar, or she loves her to the core of her bones. Therefore, she cares more about Ragnar's feelings than the harsh conditions of the tundra continent.
"Hey, little Tanya has grown up. She is no longer the silly girl who has nothing to do with me. So, may I ask, Lord Divine Blessing Knight, what should we do next?"
Ragna was stunned when he heard this, and then laughed. He understood what the other party meant, but if he really succeeded today, he would no longer be the little nobleman he was before.
"If you have time to chat here, why don't we go to Qunzhai to have a look. Although I don't care about the outcome, it's still good to know."
"Also, from now on you will be the Lord of the frozen soil. It is best to speak before thinking. Although your own people do not matter, those big nobles may not be able to accept it."
Tanya snorted coldly, and then walked towards the village. Ragnar smiled bitterly and shook his head, and followed along with the other three.
At this time, the Qunzhai Royal Palace has also been breached, spells are running wildly in the corridors, and the roar of Dou Qi Slash can be heard endlessly.
Ordinary people stood on both sides of the street, neither cheering for Ragnar nor showing any intention to help Adrian. That was the case with the Vikings, who only surrendered to the strong and would only obey them.
"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible! I am the Lord of the frozen soil, and I am the orthodox heir! Damn Ragnar, damn untouchable!"
Adrian kept roaring, and the exquisite cane in his hand hit the ground. However, no one responded at this moment, and only his echo was left in the hall.
"Can you stop talking nonsense? Let's take all the storage bags and leave from the Strait of Oblivion. I believe that with these belongings, we can make a comeback wherever we go."
His wife, Yasmin, stuffed the storage bag into her arms and scolded her harshly. She was extremely disappointed with her husband and felt a little contempt for him.
However, just as the two were arguing, the door of the palace was opened from the outside. Ragnar walked in calmly, and then sat down on the steps.
"Damn thing! Why are you acting like this? The frozen continent will be destroyed because of you. You are the bane of the Vikings!"
Adrian's eyes were splitting, bloodshot eyes were covered with blood, and even his voice became distorted and sharp. He pointed his stick at Ragnar, kept roaring and reprimanding.
"I just think you are too selfish, or you don't deserve to call yourself a Viking at all. The Lord of the Tundra Continent shouldn't be like this, and people's lives shouldn't be so difficult."
Ragna sighed again, and then Tanya beside him suddenly took a step forward. Adrian's head was cut off by the Dusk Sword, and the cane also fell into a pool of blood.
"La...Lord Ragnar, I am innocent. If it were not for Adrian's power, the little girl would have walked away long ago."
"In the past few years, you have gone to the ancient continent, and I have tried to persuade Adrian more than once, but he insisted on going his own way and coveted the finances you brought back."
Yasmine looked at Ragnar with a pale face, and inadvertently even lowered her shoulder strap. Ragna was stunned for a moment, then laughed.
However, Tanya's face turned dark and she killed the opponent without saying a word. Judging from his strength, it was obvious that he was extremely angry.
"That's it for today, Graeber. You go and calculate the financial statistics of Qunzhai. I will see a satisfactory written answer tomorrow."
"Oceanos, you go and resettle the noble guards and the remnants of the village, and send the news of our victory to Changsuo City. Belinda must know it as soon as possible."
"Onomamus, you probably won't have time to rest tonight. Spread our will and let every Viking hear it. Let every word be printed on the snowflakes."
Ragnar gave clear and unequivocal instructions to the three of them, and the three closest people also hurriedly left. The village was always noisy and chaotic, but the hall seemed extremely cold.
"Tanya, I prefer fishing on the ice sheet, but Adrian is a loser." Ragnar walked to Adrian and wrapped him in his robe.
"A lavish burial of Adrian's family is the minimum respect we show for the old king. You should handle this matter yourself. I don't trust others. It should be regarded as recognition of his identity as the Lord of the Permafrost."
Ragnar said softly while playing with the cane. From this day on, the history of the frozen continent has quietly changed, but what remains unchanged is the still crazy wind and snow outside the window.