"Clang!" A series of metallic clanging sounds reverberated.
Olaf, wielding two axes, clashed with the weapons of the two city lords.
Olaf remained unmoved, while the two city lords each took a step back, their arms numb from the shock.
"This...this, we are no match for him at all." The city lord of Oslo licked his dry lips, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes.
"Shut up!" Although the lord of Muscat was also terrified, he still gritted his teeth and fought Olaf.
Having come this far, he had no chance to back down. If he showed any fear, Olaf would seize the opportunity to kill him.
"Hahahaha." Olaf laughed arrogantly, "You two guys who have never even been to the sea a few times, you want to become the new kings of Norway? What a joke, what a joke."
The lord of Muscat was filled with shame and could only roar as he swung his axe fiercely at the enemy.
Just then, the Lord of Oslo also yelled "Ahhh!" and swung his axe fiercely.
"Clang!" The two axe blades actually collided, and the huge recoil force almost knocked the two city lords to the ground.
"What are you doing?" the city lord of Muscat asked angrily.
The lord of Oslo chuckled sheepishly, "It was a mistake, a mistake."
Even Olaf couldn't help but chuckle at the two of them: "I really don't know where you got the courage."
He swung his axe lightly, and the blade struck the shoulder of the city lord of Oslo without mercy.
"Ah!" The Lord of Oslo screamed as he was knocked to the ground by the axe. A huge wound appeared on his shoulder; any more and the bone would have fallen off.
Olaf, with his axe slung over his back, looked down at them and said, "You two had better surrender quickly, or I might leave you with a whole corpse."
"Otherwise, after I cut off your heads, I will chop your bodies into pieces and throw them into the sea for the fish to eat."
The lord of Muscat's expression shifted as he mercilessly swung his axe at Olaf.
He roared, "Olaf, do you think I'll back down after choosing to rebel?"
"I had long been prepared for a bad end."
As he spoke, he suddenly became enraged, swinging his axe with tremendous force, hacking at Olaf one blow after another.
Even the valiant Olaf, faced with this impenetrable offensive, had no choice but to temporarily retreat.
Although he was tall, he was incredibly agile, and he retreated swiftly.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" The lord of Muscat City roared and attacked as his eyes turned bloodshot.
He has gone all in; even if it costs him his life, he is determined to fight Olaf to the death.
"Whoosh!" Suddenly, an attack struck Olaf's arm, leaving a shallow wound on his tough skin.
"We've succeeded!" The city lord of Muscat was overjoyed and was about to press his advantage.
Suddenly, Olaf roared, turned his battle axe around, and slammed the back of the axe into the city lord's chest.
The city lord coughed up a mouthful of blood. He felt that several of his ribs had been shattered by the blow.
He stared in horror at Olaf, who had suddenly unleashed his full power: "You...you weren't using your full strength just now?"
The lord of Muscat then realized just how powerful Norway's renowned "Berserker" was; his and the lord of Oslo's attacks hadn't even earned him the strength to unleash his full power.
Olaf scoffed, "You two pieces of trash, you think you're worthy?"
The lord of Muscat watched with a look of despair as Olaf approached step by step, filth flowing from between his legs.
Only then did he remember to surrender, stammering, "Olav, I'm willing to surrender. Spare me. Without me, how can you control Muscat with peace of mind?"
"Olaf, I support you. I will fully support you as the new king."
But Olaf paid no attention to what he was saying and continued to approach the city lord at a steady pace.
Muscat City kept retreating: "No, no... I was misled by Eric this time, Olaf... you must believe me."
"Believe me, it's all Eric's fault. Without him, we would never have rebelled."
As he spoke, the Lord of Muscat uttered all sorts of foul language, viciously cursing Eric.
Olaf stopped in his tracks, shook his head, and said, "Olav is certainly wrong, but if you didn't have ulterior motives, how could you have been incited by him?"
"Give up, I'm not going to let you get away with this."
The lord of Muscat was ashen-faced, a look of despair clouding his eyes: "Heh heh heh heh."
"I hate it! Ever since the King of the North grew old, your wars have been losing more and more times."
"We must find other ways to ensure that the people in the city have enough to eat and wear."
"Do you think the King of the North is getting old? Shouldn't we get a new king?"
"Although you, Olaf, are the strongest berserker, you lack the youthful vigor of the King of the North. With you leading Norway, the reputation of the Vikings will surely be ruined in your hands."
Why can't we fight for a bright future for ourselves?
Olaf shook his head, and without hesitation, swung the axe at Olaf's neck.
The city lord's head fell to the ground with a thud. Until his death, his eyes were wide open in anger, showing no remorse whatsoever.
Olaf murmured to his corpse, "Times have changed. You can't win just by being brave and charging."
"Now, it's all about brains."
Speaking of this, he thought of the man who had left him with psychological trauma, the Holy Pharaoh of Holy Egypt!
With just a few tricks, he wiped out half of the Viking warriors.
"This is a truly powerful army!" he exclaimed inwardly.
After killing the lord of Muscat, Olaf, carrying a blood-dripping axe, walked toward the lord of Oslo.
Compared to the other city lord, the city lord of Oslo lacked that kind of courage. Upon seeing Olaf approach, he hurriedly said, "Olav, I am willing to surrender and submit to you."
"Please, let me go. I don't want the position of city lord anymore. I'll leave, I'll go far away, okay?"
"I will never again appear in the North to hinder your plans."
A flicker of disgust crossed Olaf's eyes: "A coward like you doesn't deserve to be called a Viking."
With that, he raised his axe and chopped off the head of the Lord of Oslo.
Olaf raised his battle axe and shouted, "The two traitorous city lords are dead. Everyone, lay down your weapons, and your punishment may be reduced as appropriate."
The rebels were no match for the Viking warriors and were being driven back in defeat. Upon hearing this, they immediately laid down their weapons.
Olaf smiled with satisfaction.
The Viking civil war has been quelled.
They won!
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