So, the black magician finally told the many Viking warriors everything she had sensed at that time.
After that, there was no other sound except the sound of rowing.
The Vikings fell silent.
"...So, the king chose to stay there to protect the Viking warriors who hadn't left yet..."
"...So that was the prophecy the King had seen."
"But is that magician really so powerful? But he alone can't defeat all our dark magicians!"
The gray-haired black magician just shook his head slightly when he heard what this man said.
"All of us put together are no match for him."
"Nantong, the Holy Pharaoh's personal magician from Holy Egypt, has reached the level of the Sun."
"That's the Sun Mage. Even at my peak strength, I'm only the Moon Mage."
"The gap between him and me is huge."
Having said that, the black magician just sighed.
"You have to understand one thing. If Harald hadn't ordered you to leave, we might have died there."
As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of many Viking warriors became solemn.
That was a miscalculation, a misprediction of Holy Egypt.
"...A great sun wizard?"
"That Nan Tong can defeat all of us?"
Apparently, some Viking warriors had no idea about this.
Firstly, it is because most of the magic used by their black magicians requires chanting and guidance, and secondly, it is because the magic of Holy Egypt is a different magic system.
"Yes."
The gray-haired black magician just said it lightly, but no one noticed that she seemed to have a few more strands of gray hair.
Then there was another silence, and all the Viking warriors were looking towards the coast of Holy Egypt.
Sure enough, the huge sandstorm that had just covered the sky and the sun has now disappeared without a trace.
Looking over there, they could even see the sun shining on the city of Holy Egypt.
"When have we ever suffered such humiliation?"
"This is not only a humiliation, but also a crushing defeat for us!"
"When have we Vikings ever been like this? We are actually no match for a magician from the other side?!"
There were also some other voices, but at this time the Vikings seemed to have some understanding of their opponent, the Holy Egypt.
"I didn't expect that this land civilization without a navy would be so powerful."
"That's right! No matter what, at least we are safe now."
However, when one of the Viking warriors heard this, his eyes suddenly widened.
Even in the sunlight, it seemed to be shining.
"yes!"
"Holy Egypt has no navy!"
"Since we are no match for them on land, we can still control their sea areas."
As soon as these words were spoken, many Viking warriors immediately understood what he meant.
"you're right!"
"Just like the king plundered the caravans in this sea area, forcing them to never approach the coast of Holy Egypt again!"
"Since they possess such powerful magic, and since we cannot plunder their cities, their caravans at sea, as well as those from other countries, can all become our targets!"
"If there is no maritime trade, Holy Egypt will certainly suffer considerable losses!"
"Yes! Our Viking warriors and king must not die in vain! We must exact our revenge upon Holy Egypt!"
"That's right! That's right! Revenge! Revenge!"
As soon as these words were spoken, many Vikings responded, and their voices became more and more excited, as if they could not wait to rob other caravans on the sea.
"But......"
"King Harald of the North has died in battle. Who will lead us now?"
At this moment, several warriors who had followed Harald for many years straightened their chests slightly.
"Of course our strongest Viking warrior will lead the tribe."
"Obviously, I am the best candidate."
Upon hearing this, several Viking warriors stepped forward and glanced at him with disdain.
"You? You don't deserve the title of 'most powerful'."
"In my opinion, only Olaf can lead us. He is now the most powerful warrior in the entire Viking tribe."
This statement won the approval of many Viking warriors, but those warriors who had followed Harald for many years continued to puff out their chests.
They looked at Olaf who was lying on the ground and seemed to have an idea quickly.
Of course, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for them.
After all, being able to become the leader of the Vikings means having the right to distribute the spoils.
"No, Olaf is a mighty warrior, but he does not deserve the title."
"We should do this in the tradition of the Vikings."
"Olaf, I challenge you."
One of the Viking warriors raised his battle axe, but just as he was about to chop the pretender with it, another Viking warrior stepped forward and grabbed his wrist.
"What are you doing? Can't you see that Olaf is completely powerless right now? You're taking advantage of him!"
But the Viking warrior who was still holding the battle axe glared at him viciously.
"I advise you not to meddle in other people's business."
"He became like this because of his stupidity."
"The battlefield is ever-changing, and the conditions I offer him now are in accordance with protocol and tradition."
"You have no reason to refuse on his behalf."
Refusing a challenge would be a sign of weakness.
That would directly declare the challenger's victory.
Olaf was trying to hold himself together, and his expression suddenly changed.
That look made many Viking warriors take a few steps back, because they had never seen Olaf like this.
"You want Harald's throne?"
"Then you must step on my body first to pass."
Amidst everyone's surprised eyes, they clearly saw that Olaf actually stood up again tremblingly.
But just now, he clearly needed someone's support to barely stand up.
When the Viking who had challenged Olaf saw him stand up, he was stunned. He didn't say anything for a moment, but just continued to stand there with his axe in his hand.
"I, take..."
Just as Olaf slowly opened his mouth, the gray-haired magician turned around.
"No need to argue anymore."
"Olaf will be our new king."
"Before Harald let me go, he whispered in my ear that if he couldn't return, Olaf would be our new king."
"And whoever challenges Olaf today will first challenge me."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
