"Listen up, holy Egyptians of the city!"
"Open your gates! Offer us your wealth! Perhaps, we will spare your lives!"
"But once we have broken through your broken gate, our wrath will be quenched with your blood!"
At this time, a Viking warrior was shouting loudly outside the city of Matruh.
However, he discovered that the number of arrows shot from the city wall seemed to be much greater than before.
"Do you think these things can protect you? Your city will become your grave!"
Then, the Viking continued to raise his voice, and then he began to chop the gate hard with his axe.
On the other side, Olaf's longship finally approached where Harald, King of the North, was.
And it was impossible for Harald, King of the North, not to notice Olaf's longship approaching him, so he had already come to the side of the ship, ready to greet this powerful warrior.
"What's the matter with you, Olaf?"
"Who made you like this?"
Of course, in the eyes of Harald, King of the North, Olaf is a powerful warrior who has never been defeated.
His deeds are even more amazing than the rumors.
Olaf once led thirty men into an ambush, their retreat blocked by the enemy's longships, yet he still laughed heartily.
He was the first to rush towards the enemy camp and used his shoulder armor to smash the enemy's shield-wielding vanguard.
That battle didn't feel like a battle at all, but more like a one-sided massacre.
According to surviving Viking warriors, even the ice where Olaf was was completely soaked in blood.
The enemy looked at the red ice under their feet and Olaf, who was still standing after killing dozens of people, and immediately turned around and left.
And such rumors are just the tip of the iceberg of Olaf's deeds.
Therefore, in the eyes of Harald, King of the North, Olaf would not be defeated and it was impossible for him to be defeated.
But now Olaf needs the help of Viking warriors to stand up.
This is really strange.
After hearing the words of Harald, King of the North, Olaf raised his head, and his voice became a little weak.
"No, my king, this is my own fault, not the enemy's."
"My king! I have important news for you!"
At this moment, Olaf told Harald, King of the North, everything he had seen and heard, as well as his own guesses.
At this moment, the expression of King Harald of the North suddenly changed.
Just now, it was his magic that told him that they had no chance of winning.
Now, it was Olaf who told him that there was no glory in their victory.
It may even lead to the wrath of God!
King Harald of the North took a deep breath and roared in anger: "Who is it?!"
"Who dares to do such a shameful thing? It brings shame to us Viking warriors!"
He looked at the city of Matruh with hatred, and not far behind Matruh, a sandstorm seemed to be approaching here.
Obviously, everything seemed to be reminding King Harald of the North and telling King Harald of the North.
If he continues to move forward, he will eventually be buried here.
After King Harald of the North turned his head several times, his face had turned red.
"Viking warrior!"
"Withdraw!"
These six simple words brought surprise to countless Viking warriors.
They even thought they were having an illusion.
"Did you hear that?"
"Did the king issue the order to withdraw the troops?"
The Viking warriors who had just reached the shore and were charging forward with axes raised under the rain of arrows from the Holy Egyptians turned their heads in confusion.
This has never happened before.
Not to mention, it happened when the Viking warriors were charging and could be shot to death by arrows at any time.
At this moment, a Viking warrior fell down on the way of charging. His Viking companions hugged him, but they only saw red blood flowing from his mouth.
After choking on a few mouthfuls of blood, the Viking warrior's eyes completely lost their luster.
"Withdraw!"
"The Viking warriors' deaths will not be in vain! Their heroic spirits have prepared a place for us in Valhalla!"
"Pick up the weapons of the warriors! Let the axe of the dead, in our hands in the future, chop into the heart of the enemy!"
The Viking warrior shouted out orders, which puzzled several Viking warriors who were chopping at the city gate.
They were about to break in, but now, they suddenly had no support from behind.
The Viking warriors who were running wildly just frowned and turned around.
The soldiers who were hacking at the city gate were even more aware that they had been abandoned at this moment.
To leave here, one must brave a hail of arrows and expose one's back to the archers of Holy Egypt.
Obviously, there was no way they could leave here alive.
But at this moment they were not afraid at all, and continued to increase the strength in their hands.
“Warriors!”
"Prepare to enter Valhalla!"
“Hua ...
The Valhalla he mentioned is the place where the souls of Viking warriors go after their death.
The gate of Matruh collapsed with a loud bang, and the Viking warriors rushed into the city with their weapons in hand.
But what they didn't expect was that a lot of soldiers had already gathered here.
“Kill!”
"Our deeds will be sung in the Hall of Heroes!"
The Vikings were so powerful that the Matruh soldiers were almost chopped in half.
After seeing the horrifying scene, Matruh's soldiers actually let out a few screams of terror, and then fell backwards to the ground, as if they had completely forgotten how to hold their weapons.
As the Viking continued to chop, two scimitars moved forward and barely blocked the blow.
The Viking looked to the side and saw only a few people in civilian clothes trying to block the way.
However, their expressions looked very shocked.
Of course, even the guards of Holy Egypt had never seen a nation with such horrible flesh.
So, they just cooperated with each other, tried their best to avoid each other's powerful attacks, and instead used their own body flexibility to attack these enemies.
"King, why are we withdrawing our troops?"
"Many Viking warriors were unable to retreat to the battlefield. Their souls have already gone to Valhalla..."
Several of the Viking warriors looked at Harald, King of the North, full of doubts and confusion.
Even with a hint of doubt.
At this moment, the black magician beside King Harald of the North raised his voice.
However, the voice was filled with fear and trembling.
"All Viking warriors, retreat!"
"Retreat quickly!"
Because she had already seen two figures appear in the sky.
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