The leader family of the Ostarans has been wiped out, and even the elites of the tribe have been killed by the Ragnar tribe.

The dying old man lying in the pile of corpses, he vomited blood to face the solemn local commander, his mouth hesitating.

"Hey! Old man, now you can tell me who you are!" Ragnar stepped forward and ordered.

"I...I am the leader of the Ostras. You Danes, how dare you attack us. Mellaren... the Mellaren will... avenge us!"

"Vengeance?! If they are willing to take revenge, come on!" Ragnar took off his head and revealed his face.

Ragnar is a handsome young man, his eyes reveal his strength.

"Old man, I admire your courage. You have fewer people than me, and I still decide to fight to the end. I am Ragnar, the son of Sigurd of the Ring, and the next leader of the Stonewall tribe. We are the bravest warriors in Denmark. , Even the Franks are afraid of our strength. Listen, it is your glory to die in our hands."

Hearing, the old man spit out blood and forced a wry smile: "Glory...Glory...I hope that Rurik of Ross of our alliance can also bring us glory."

This was the first time Ragnar heard Rurik's name. He didn't even know the details of the Ross man.

Unexpectedly, the leader of the southernmost tribe of the Northern Alliance was still talking about the Ross people.

To be honest, since Ragner learned that this battle was a response to the Rus sneak attack. Wouldn't it be better if the target of combat is the Rus? It is a pity that the leader only intends to attack a few tribes of the Mind-Human Alliance in the south.

It is equivalent to saying that this Ostra must atone for the actions of the Rus, and thereafter, it may still be the Mellaren to take revenge for today's war.

Ragnar looked at the corpses in this place again, and only a few of them were his own tribe. It can be said that the first battle he personally commanded was a big victory.

He slammed the blood from his sword, and walked straight to the dying Ostra leader, determined to give him a good time, and he was awarded the glorious honor of personally beheading the leader of the enemy tribe.

The dying leader, he has closed his eyes and waited for his destiny.

But the cry of a heart-piercing girl suddenly heard from his ears, causing him to open his eyes suddenly, and his limp body stiffened again with excessive blood loss.

He raised his head vigorously, his eyes widened, and his mouth full of blood was stunned.

At this moment, even Ragnar, who was holding a sharp sword, stopped.

"Hey! You two, restrain your new slaves and don't make them cry." Apparently, Ragnar noticed the two poor girls.

The two women restrained the children in a very rough way. The two women were screaming, their mouths were covered by the dirty callous hands, and there was nothing left but .

At this point, Ragnar threw the blood on the sword again and stood in front of the dying old man.

"First, you can die. Don't worry, the Valkyrie will recognize your bravery. In a few decades, we will meet in Valhalla." As he said, Ragnar held the hilt with both hands and was about to pierce deeply. Go down.

"Wait!" The old man used all his strength, stretched out his arm, and pointed at the two captured children: "Only...only them. Those two children."

"child?"

"They... are my children. I only hope that you can forgive them."

"Really?" Ragnar put down his sword. "They will be slaves to my people. Don't worry, my people will treat them kindly."

"Oh, Danish warriors! I beg you to let go... let them go."

"Why?" Ragnar looked disdainful.

"They are my granddaughters, the noble children of the tribe. You are also a noble person, and you must not see the nobles become slaves. I... I beg you to let them go and let them run away. God is watching us. Let them go and let God decide their fate."

Listen, Ragnar looked at the two girls again. He wondered, if the two children were older, it would be okay to accept them as wives and concubines.

It is indeed a bit miserable for a noble girl to become a servant of ordinary people.

Considering that his father Sigurd felt that this battle was untimely, he decided to participate more in order to gain military exploits. Help the Gotlanders get revenge or something, go to hell!

He pointed his sword at his subordinates and ordered: "You two, let go of the children in your hands."

"My lord, why? According to tradition..." one person questioned.

"Listen to my orders! Let go of her! The girl in your hands is noble than you!"

Compared with the residents of Svealand, the Danes are actually more advanced. Before Denmark can become a country, I am afraid it is only a ceremony for the leader to become king. The division of power within the Danish Alliance has been basically completed. The chiefs of those tribes are nobles, and all members of the chief family are nobles.

A captured noble woman, she should not be a slave. Either give her death, or give her a marriage to another nobleman.

In short, it is not the turn of a different fighter to decide her fate.

Under pressure from the commander, the two soldiers placed the **** the ground, but still grabbed their hands.

Ragnar turned to look at the old man who continued to vomit blood again: "Mine will let them go. They will escape in the forest and the lake. Whether they survive or not depends on God's will. In this way, you can rest assured."

The old man seemed to be talking, but Ragnar couldn't understand the hesitation. But from the old man's eyes, Ragnar understood everything.

Holding the sword, he stabbed fiercely, completing the final battle.

At this time, a crowd of soldiers onlookers called "Ragna".

Only the two girls watched eagerly as their grandfather was killed by the Danish invaders.

Ragnar wiped the sword clean and immediately ordered: "Brothers, go get what you want now. Remember, there are no nobles in this tribe, go get your slaves!"

Everyone obeyed the order and immediately began the feast of plunder.

Only Ragnar, he is destined to inherit the position of the leader of his clan and looting himself? forget it.

He took away the broken and precious leader's sword from the dead leader's hand as a proof of honor.

He approached the two girls who were standing and crying again, and ordered the two soldiers who were watching the girls to leave.

They were crying, and they were all baring their teeth, as if they were about to take revenge. But they didn't run away either, obviously waiting for their terrible fate.

Ragnar was not angry either, and with a blank face, he ordered: "Your grandfather begs me to let you go. You two are nobles, and I forgive you. Now, let's go!"

The two girls were completely stupefied.

"Hurry up!" After that, he kicked the taller one.

The injured sister fell down again, and it was this foot that made her fully awake. She got up, ignoring her injuries, and dragged her stunned sister Sa Yazi to escape.

At this moment, some subordinates approached Ragner: "My lord, just let them go like this."

"Yes! Let them go, I forbid you to chase them. Remember, only aristocrats can determine the fate of aristocrats, you are not worthy."

Ragnar has his own principles. His subordinates have captured more than 30 people in the chaos, almost all of them are women, and they are not noble.

It can be said that, except for the two girls who were let go, this tribe has no nobles.

Invade hostile tribes, capture their women, and bring them back to your hometown to enrich your own strength. The Danish tribes have been accustomed to this mode of expanding their strength since ancient times.

His people caught a handful of captives in a short time, as well as some cattle and sheep, as well as a small amount of food.

Relying on these seizures, he felt that he could continue to fight for many days.

Ragnar, he thought of the possibility of continuing northward and attacking the northern Mellaren tribe. After all, it is now in the trade period. If a huge army raided the enemy by surprise at this time, it would definitely be able to reap huge benefits, not to mention, it would also be a heavy blow to the Northern Alliance.

In the vicinity of Ragnar's forces, many houses have ignited into the sky.

"My lord, it must be a Gotland, and they must be setting fire." Ragner's minister pointed to the gasping wolf flue.

Ragnar raised his head, sniffing the burning smell in the air.

"My lord, should we set fire too?"

"Forget it." Ragnar shook his head, "Don't waste tinder, we have to keep the beach for a campfire. Brothers, take the captured to the beach. Come with me!"

The arsonists are first and foremost a vengeful Gotland.

Of the 1,000 Gotland soldiers who led the battle, nearly two hundred of them came from Sikkenberg, which was destroyed before. They were the fugitives who realized that they could not defeat the Ruths. They were temporarily settled by the northern families, and each yearned for revenge.

Who could have imagined that the opportunity for revenge would arrive in just over twenty days.

It can be said that they have only experienced unforgettable hatred, and the object of hatred is aimed at the entire northern thinking sub-tribe alliance. As long as the tribes belonging to that alliance are enemies.

They were implementing the decision of the leader Hafgen, and after the fall of Ostara, they were the first to start the attack for a tooth for a tooth. Those who dared to resist were killed, their property emptied and their houses burned.

Followed by the "hungry" Oslo mercenaries.

A mercenary composed of three hundred Oslo farmers, they have no desire to mutilate the enemy. First of all, everyone took the Danish money to fight for them, and secondly, all the loot was their own.

This group of people tried their best to avoid killing, especially focusing on capturing prisoners. Their purpose is quite simple. Those who have captured women, Oslo mercenaries just want to take them back to their hometowns to live as wives and concubines.

Harf basically intends to let the allies and mercenaries take the lead, so that the losses are theirs, and they can reap the profits. Who would have thought that the enemy's combat power is not high. The enemy's rapid defeat made the allies take the lead in "eating meat", and it was their turn to eat the leftovers.

Hafgen ordered his 1,000 soldiers to attack, and in the end the group caught a handful of captives, as well as a dozen cattle and sheep.

Look at the allies again! An ally who sent troops with only two ships, they actually caught more than a hundred cows!

The most ruthless tribe controls more than 300 cows.

In fact, the entire Ostala tribe raises more than 5,000 cows. Without such a scale, they would not be able to become a large supplier of cow hides to their allies.

Ragnar rushed to the beach with his own people mightily. Everyone felt that they had captured a lot, but only when they came to the beach did they know what abundance was.

The homes of the Ostara tribe ignited soaring fires one after another, and the long and narrow beaches gathered a large number of soldiers, as well as a large number of cattle and sheep.

The cattle and sheep were also shocked by the fire, and the cries of the livestock even overwhelmed the bustling crowd.

"My lord, it seems that we are busy fighting their nobles and missed a good time to search." A minister said regretfully.

"At least we got the honor, and you also got the honor with me."

"However, the cattle and sheep were taken away by them."

"You are really stupid, my brother. From now on, people will only remember that we beheaded the leader of the Ostara, nothing more."

If this is the case, Hafgen certainly hopes that he can also rob hundreds of cattle and sheep.

Then the question is coming. There are cows and sheep on the beach. How to transport them back to their hometown? Use the loser's ship? enough? !

Even so, Ragnar did not forget to continue fighting north.

He ordered his people to stay on the spot to rest, and he could immediately slaughter a cow and barbecue to eat meat.

Ragnar took two entourages to find Hafgen, the leader, to discuss the next countermeasures.

Finally, in a makeshift tent on the beach, he saw Hafgen, who had no blood on his chain mail and was neatly dressed, and he also saw most of the Confederate commanders who had been anxious and all dirty.

Everyone's faces were filled with triumphant smiles and the joy of a bumper harvest, and they were also talking about the next countermeasures.

As Haff roots came in high spirits, a military meeting was held in a tent on the beach.

The lord Hafgen looked at all the people present and said in a strong voice: "The whole settlement is burning, Gotland people, your hatred should be regarded as retribution."

"Yes, my lord." An old guy said with joy: "The Northern Alliance paid a price, and we also reaped a lot of benefits. We looted a lot of cattle and sheep. These are the results of your talents under your wise leadership. ."

Hafgen was very comfortable when he heard it, and he asked some people again, and they all claimed that they had looted a lot of good things.

He finally saw the young soldier with a wooden face: "Ragna, son of Sigurd. Looking at your face, maybe you are not satisfied with the capture?"

Ragnar is indeed stupid, which is a complimentary response: "Great lord, we are different from them~www.mtlnovel.com~ I took my people to focus on fighting the enemy, and the others Focus on plundering. Maybe I am lucky, I personally beheaded the leader of this tribe."

Hafgen was taken aback: "Ah, did you take this honor?"

In this way, many commanders cast their surprised eyes on the young man.

Ragnar shook his neck and ordered his subordinates to hand up a curved iron sword with many gems inlaid on the hilt.

Hafgen held the scrapped sword, and he noticed that the bent blade was full of gaps, and he had estimated it a lot.

"Leader, I will give you this sword."

"Give it to me?! Forget it." Hafgen felt deeply offended. He rudely threw the sword to Ragnar, and the sword fell directly on the sand on the beach. "I am a warrior. I didn't get this honor. I don't deserve this sword. Ragnar, it belongs to you."

"Okay." Ragnar knelt down and picked up the sword, facing all the commanders: "I will take this sword back. You all understand what the lord means, it was I who killed Aosta. The leader of the Ra tribe, the glory belongs to me, Ragnar."