"The ship is sinking!"
"Hurry up! Row hard!"
After a while, before the longship sank, the two Viking warriors finally caught up with the retreating fleet.
They had just been dragged onto the safe ship by several Viking warriors when they fell to the ground, their chests heaving up and down rapidly like bellows.
Obviously, in order to catch up with the retreating Viking fleet, they almost drained every bit of strength left in their bodies.
So much so that even after they gasped in pain on the ground for a long time, they still found it difficult to speak.
But the other Viking warriors seemed a little anxious.
"What did you see when you evacuated?"
"How is our king? Has he been captured? Or... or..."
"Have any other Viking warriors managed to evacuate successfully like you?"
"Hurry up and find a way to talk!"
Every time the two Viking warriors who were gasping for breath on the ground tried to speak, they were completely interrupted by the violent contraction of their chests.
Therefore, their speech is always disjointed and cannot be connected into sentences.
"The king...is dead..."
“Dust…no…”
"Only...only us..."
But obviously, the other Viking warriors couldn't understand at all, and these intermittent words made them even more anxious.
"Okay, let them rest for a while."
"There's no point in rushing them now."
The Viking longship that Olaf was on was pulled aside at this time, and he was persuading other Viking warriors to give the two guys some breathing time.
After about a few minutes, the two were finally able to speak.
"The king...the king died in battle!"
"It seems our king has challenged the Holy Pharaoh of Holy Egypt!"
"But, but he...he..."
The other Viking warriors did not listen to the two men's words.
The news that "the king died in battle" hit the eardrums of every Viking like a thunderclap.
They all widened their eyes.
"Nonsense! Nonsense!"
"King Harald of the North is the most powerful Viking warrior!"
"If anyone could defeat Harald..."
One of the Viking warriors said this, but the other Viking warriors all turned their eyes to the area where Olaf was.
It was clear to every Viking warrior that Harald was invincible.
At least in the face of challenges, it is invincible.
"Besides Olaf, who else can compete with Harald?!"
"How could he... How could he be killed by that skinny, dark monkey of the Holy Pharaoh!?"
"Could it be that the Holy Pharaoh can use magic?!"
Facing the bursts of exclamations from the crowd, Olaf raised his voice again.
"Quiet!"
"Let them finish their words!"
Only after Olaf's voice appeared did the two Viking warriors who were still lying on the ground continue to speak.
"No, that's not it!"
"Not long after you evacuated, the sandstorm completely stopped!"
"That! That Holy Pharaoh brought with him an extremely powerful magician and a man covered in golden light!"
"And then..."
The two Viking warriors lying on the ground pieced together words to each other, and then they swallowed hard, as if recalling some horrible scene.
"Harald stuck the axe in the ground!"
When these words were spoken, the Viking warriors were in an uproar.
Sticking an axe in the ground was a Viking tradition, a challenge to someone on the other side.
After hearing this, all the Viking warriors could almost immediately confirm that Harald must have challenged the other party, the Holy Pharaoh.
The words of the two men just now were confirmed, and obviously, this also confirmed Harald's death.
"So the Holy Pharaoh actually accepted Harald's challenge?!"
"That foreigner?!"
"But, but how could the Holy Pharaoh possibly defeat Harald in a challenge?"
"Olaf, don't you think so?"
"How could Harald be defeated by the Holy Pharaoh!"
When Olaf heard this, he was silent for a long time.
He now felt as if his brain was blank.
Because before becoming the King of the North, Harald was the most powerful warrior among the Vikings.
Since Olaf appeared, the title of the strongest warrior has been transferred to Olaf.
But Olaf knew very well that even if he fought against Harald, he would find it difficult to gain the upper hand and it would be a tough battle.
But even Olaf could not predict who would win or lose. After all, he had never fought against Harald, King of the North. Moreover, Harald was no longer young, so his strength and endurance were naturally not as good as before.
But even so, facing a holy Egyptian, he should be able to win easily.
So Olaf hesitated for a long time before speaking slowly.
"Yes, even I wouldn't dare to claim that I could defeat Harald."
"How did Harald die in battle?"
Olaf asked, and at this moment, the two people lying on the ground were about to speak, but they were in trouble.
They seemed unable to speak.
"Speak!"
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