On the other side, many Vikings had landed on the coast. They picked up axes and bows and arrows and rushed towards the edge of Matruh.
The city of Matrouh did not have walls as high as those of Cairo, nor were their gates as heavy and difficult to break through as those of Cairo.
Even if the Vikings used their axes to chop the city gate in a specific way and continued for a short period of time, they could probably chop several large holes in the city gate.
Letting people through is not a problem at all.
"Viking warriors! Behind the city walls lies food and treasure!"
"Their gold is crying out for its true master to free them!"
Harald, the King of the North, who was approaching the shore, raised his axe high and shouted loudly.
He stood at the front of the longship, and beside him, the Viking warriors used long pieces of wood to push away the bodies of the Atlanteans floating on the sea.
There are many "corpses" of Atlanteans and sea beasts here. Of course, King Harald of the North and the Vikings don't know that among these "corpses", some Atlanteans and sea beasts are just fainted.
"Our Supreme God Odin is watching us!"
"Today's battle will be our stairway to Valhalla!"
"The cowards of Atlantis will sink to the bottom of the sea, and the weaklings of Holy Egypt will bow down at our feet!"
"Our cup will be raised in the city of Holy Egypt!"
"Charge, Viking warriors! Let our battle cry be the death knell for those holy Egyptians!"
At this moment, more and more Vikings set foot on the coast of Holy Egypt. At this moment, about two hundred Viking warriors had rushed towards the city of Matruh.
At this moment, the black magician on another longship suddenly raised his head.
Then, she turned her head and cast her gaze towards the other black magicians.
As expected, all the black magicians reacted similarly. They looked at each other as if to confirm something.
But this confirmation made them feel very scared.
Among them, the most powerful magician, the black magician who had originally reached the level of Full Moon Grand Magician but fell to the level of Star Grand Magician, came to the side of King Harald of the North.
And Harald, King of the North, saw a rare fear in her eyes.
Because, in the eyes of King Harald of the North, his black magician never showed any surprise or fear no matter what kind of enemy he faced.
Even when faced with the bloodiest scene, she would not frown.
The last time she had such a strange expression was when her magic skills were declining.
That is, half of her soul was defeated by Nan Tong in Holy Egypt.
"My magician, today is the day for you to avenge your shame."
"Let Holy Egypt pay for the suffering you have endured."
"They made you lose half of your magic power, and even made you fall to the level of a Star Mage."
"Half of the treasure looted from the city today will be yours."
"If the treasures are not enough to comfort you, I will lead everyone to plunder the next city in Holy Egypt!"
King Harald of the North said this, he even smiled and patted the magician's shoulder hard.
At this moment, the magician took off her long hat, revealing her hair, which was mostly gray, and some of her skin that had suddenly aged.
Some of her fingers were still slightly delicate, while others were like those of an octogenarian. So, just by looking at her, one would think she had some terrible disease.
Of course, that was only because half of her soul was burned, and there were negative effects caused by the decline of her magic power.
She did not cast her gaze towards the city of Matru at this time. She just looked into the eyes of Harald, King of the North. Then, she bowed slightly and held his hand.
"What's wrong, my magician?"
"The city hasn't been captured yet, so you don't have to thank me right away."
"After we capture the city and you get the treasure, it won't be too late to thank me later."
At this time, King Harald of the North gently held the other person's hand, and he patted the back of the other person's hand a few times with satisfaction.
At this moment, the gray-haired magician raised his head.
Her lips were trembling and her expression was serious.
"My king."
"us......"
"I, we..."
She opened her mouth slightly, but every time the words came to her lips, she swallowed them back.
So she swallowed a few times and tried to speak again.
"King, we should withdraw our troops."
The expression of Harald, the King of the North, darkened.
His smile disappeared, and his expression immediately became ferocious and terrifying.
"Withdraw?"
"We have just landed on the shores of Holy Egypt and haven't even launched the attack yet."
"You want me to withdraw?"
King Harald of the North narrowed his eyes. He wanted to get a reasonable explanation from the other party, otherwise, he would never give up.
But the magician didn't care about the expression of King Harald of the North, and she continued to bow.
"That magician, he's here."
"The magician of Holy Egypt."
"Wang, they have already made preparations."
When King Harald of the North heard this, he turned his head sharply several times.
His pupils quickly searched for targets on the battlefield, and sure enough, he saw that all the black magicians were looking in his direction.
That means all magicians have realized this.
So, King Harald of the North took a deep breath, his brain working rapidly.
"How confident are you?"
"As long as you can fight him, then..."
But before King Harald of the North could finish his words, the gray-haired wizard continued speaking.
"No."
Upon hearing this, King Harald of the North frowned: "Not sure?"
"Is that Holy Egyptian magician really... really that powerful?"
The gray-haired magician then slowly spoke: "My king, we have no chance of winning."
"Do you remember the prophecy you saw?"
As soon as she finished speaking, King Harald of the North's expression turned very ugly.
He suddenly realized that those prophecies, which were more abstract and difficult to understand than before, might represent an unpredictable and destructive picture.
At this moment, he looked at the Viking warriors rushing towards the city of Matruh, and for a moment he didn't know how to start.
Just then he saw Olaf on another longship.
Strangely, he was being held by several Viking warriors.
He couldn't seem to stand on his own.
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