Hogwarts Everything is Three

The news of the Battle of Fulford spread throughout England. Now he is on the Ullman Trail in Huntington Forest. King Harold, who is more "abundant" than time, has forcibly marched 200 miles to catch up with the king's Kroch The soldiers in the village of St. Know what they will face and are getting closer and closer to the invaders raging north.

Harold was also famous on the battlefield. When he was an earl three years ago, he defeated those Muggles in Wells, Hufflepuff's hometown. But now, as a king, he faces a major test for the first time, and his life and death fall on the shoulders of this southern army that is marching northward through the dense forests of central England.

Because he was on the road for several days, the tall and thin Leovrik complained: "My leg is really going to be broken."

"Choose the same, either shut your mouth and save effort, or...fall down and die." After hearing the complaint, Odegar, a recruiter who was constantly patrolling the team on the way, walked to Leofrik's side. After taking a look at his leg, he found that there was no problem and said.

Leofrick gave him an angry look, and after speaking, he overtook the recruiter who inspected the front team: "Odegar, you always love to bully.",

Ordegar, who was walking in the front, yelled without turning his head, "That's because you always complain about it! It's strange, how could we have the same ancestor..."

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Odegar, who was interrupted by the call, lifted the shield behind him, then turned around and looked at Tofi: "What's the matter with you?"

"I'm sorry...Ah!" Tofi took off his boots, and Odegar dragged his feet to take a closer look, and found that the blisters had been completely broken, and now they were bloody.

"I'm not going to march, put me here..." Tofi was full of pain. Although it was actually just some skin trauma, he really couldn't keep going.

"I have to bring everyone, including children who can fight." Odegar deliberately loudly made everyone around him hear him, and then approached Tofi close, "Can you stand up?"

"Barely ...... ah! Ah!" Prop up non-replied, and try each other's help to make their own stand up.

"Don't worry, you'll be better soon." Odegar sighed, leaned forward and directly put Tofi on his shoulders, and looked at his best friend with concern. Ovric said, "Come on, you help Tuofy with the weapon shield."

"Odegar, you always love to bully..." Although Leofrik was still complaining, he had already taken the best friend's equipment in his hands.

On September 25, 1066, the side of Stamford Bridge.

In the Viking camp, the dead bones of all kinds of cattle and sheep were hung on the wood, and they were scraped cleanly. The animal skins were placed on the clothesline and exposed to the sun. A piece of salted fish was threaded on the rope, waiting to be eaten.

One by one, the local Englishmen pushed them toward the Viking camp. The black-and-white rabbits opened their eyes vigilantly in the cage, and their little noses kept twitching. The Vikings were waiting for the tribute to arrive. In order to fill the Vikings’ desires, the unfortunate people near Yorkshire sent their harvest, their livestock and even their children.

A berserker who just finished enjoying his trophy came out of the tent naked, and saw the leader outside. Thinking of the weird behavior of the high-levels in the past few days, he couldn't help but ask his boss who thought he had a good relationship: " Lynch, why does Haderada want us to separate the troops?"

Lin Qi frowned slightly when he heard the words and looked a little puzzled, but then the ruby ​​red light on his forehead flashed, making him forget the doubts prompted by his men. He smiled at the berserker, "We stay here to take the hostages. Isn't it better? Or do you want to be the hapless one-third to guard the fleet?"

The Berserker shrugged, "I just think we should be more careful, at least don't leave the armor in the fleet, if we want to get it, we have to walk fifteen miles..."

"The Vikings have won! The north is ours!" Berserker leader Lynch did not respond, but jumped onto a rock and shouted to the surroundings, "The wealth of England will make us prosper!"

The surrounding Vikings, including the Berserker who had just raised the question, also yelled out under the lead of Lynch.

The residents of Yorkshire led a ponies, drove cattle and sheep, all bowed their heads, and delivered them to the Vikings. The mothers sadly hugged their children in the cage, and couldn't bear to send them away, let alone imagine their future fate, but they were pulled away by the Vikings.

At this moment, the noise from a distance across the Derwent River made the Vikings immediately realize that something was wrong.

It took only seven or eight days for Harold to re-assemble the soldiers from London to York, two hundred miles away. There is no doubt that Harold's troops moved quickly, and their most powerful weapon was to attack them.

Ordinary Viking soldiers thought they were waiting for them by unarmed civilians, but they were surprised.

Unexpectedly, Harold could march north so fast, the Viking middle-level high-level enslaved the army without any protection~www.ltnovel.com~ But fortunately, the river blocked the way of the English, and there was only one. The dilapidated wooden bridge with the width of two or three persons can be used to cross the river.

Tosti, who is familiar with English warfare, suggested that the Vikings should now be lightly armed and good at long-distance attacks. They should first lead their troops to the vicinity of the ships fifteen miles away, merge with the remaining soldiers, and replace them with ships and guards. Decisive battle after armor.

Although Harald refused under the influence of magic, the ruthless man who is good at combat is obviously not a fool as long as he is not controlled. He sent the Berserker guard with the strongest personal strength to guard the bridge and fight for the assembly of other troops. The time required for the formation, these big guys in bearskins don't need to wear armor themselves, and they can all be alone.

Although Lynch, the leader of the Berserkers, did not realize that his good state was due to the wizard, he still felt that he should be held responsible for this behavior. He stopped the men who wanted to go to the bridge, shook his head and said: "You don't need you on a day like today, I have Odin's shelter!" He pointed to the red gem on his forehead, and then suddenly took the bear on his body. The leather and coat were torn off and thrown on the ground. His naked upper body showed the muscles of the python muscles. With only a Viking-style butterfly helmet, he held a handful in each hand. A general Viking warrior needs two. The giant axe that can only be controlled by the hand walked to the middle of the bridge.

Lynch, whose upper half of his face was hidden by the helmet, watched with cold eyes as the English was boosting morale. He stretched out his tongue and licked his lips, as if a beast was waiting for its prey to be delivered to the door. At this time, he could not see his previous cunning and gentleness. Now he is just standing as a Viking warrior. On this small wooden bridge, facing the tens of thousands of Anglo-Saxons alone.