Chapter 142 4.2 Oleg's Mission
A layer of fine beads of sweat immediately oozed out of Himos' forehead. Before this journey began, he thought of various possibilities.
What if Bakanbusi did not accept the conditions? If he accepted, should he lower the price to save some money for the royal family? If he accepted it, he even thought about whether he should only provide some weapons and ships, and leave all the other work to the Slav king.
But he never thought that Bakanbusi had such a "coping method" in his mind. His heart began to pound, and at the same time he began to think involuntarily if this situation really happened
Not to mention Mercia and Northumbria, even Wessex, hiding behind these two countries, might not be able to escape this war.
Reaching out to wipe the sweat from his forehead, Himos didn't know how he should answer this question. As a prophet under the "path of faith", he does have the ability to predict the future to a "certain extent".
He did receive revelations from the Lord.
He originally thought it was just a casual remark to add icing on the cake, but he didn't expect that the Slav king actually took it seriously.
The air in the room condensed to freezing point again. In the empty tent, except for the heavy breathing of the Slav royal family, no other sound could be heard. They were undoubtedly thinking about the feasibility of Bakambusi's proposal.
Being used as a knife to fight against the powerful Vikings, this is certainly not as good as taking the initiative to plunder these English people who are as fragile as weak chickens. The sturdy Slav nobles chatted with each other and were eager to try. Just as they were about to draw their swords against the two envoys, Himos and Letas,
the door of the tent suddenly opened!
Two fully armed Slav patrolmen rushed into the tent with fine snowflakes, followed by a wooden cart pulled by two short-legged horses. The wooden cart carried a figure whose whole body was almost covered in ice and snow.
He was taken off the cart and thrown next to the fireplace, and the hot fire immediately melted the ice on his clothes.
"No, no! Your Majesty!" Himos shouted immediately, "People who are frozen in winter cannot be warmed by fire immediately. Ice and snow must be used to clean their bodies, otherwise their bodies will suffer irreversible frostbite!"
"Haha" All the Slavic royal families laughed at each other. It was rare for a southerner to teach them, the northern snow people who had grown up in the snow for generations, how to resist the cold.
"The fire of life was extinguished after a little cold. Such people are not qualified to live in Murmansk!" Bakambusi replied indifferently. He took a bottle of volta, pried open the man's cold lips, and "gulped" him down.
The burning alcohol touched the cold esophagus, and the burning bonfire on his back made the dying man open his mouth suddenly, and "puffed" a large mouthful of blood with ice chips!
"Look, isn't this alive?"
The way the Slavs treated life stunned Himos. The maid carried the awakened wanderer to a side hall. After a while, he was dressed in a clean cotton coat and brought back to the center of the hall. Bakambusi walked to his side, picked up the leather coat that was still covered with ice, and sniffed it gently.
"A leather coat made of the skin of a dire wolf? This is not a material commonly used by Slavs. Instead, the Viking bastards on the other side of the Baltic Sea like to use this thin skin to make summer coats."
"But these bastards never dare to visit my territory in summer! I'll give you three minutes to explain your origins, otherwise my black claws would like to have a bite of fresh human flesh!"
Hearing the master calling his name, the man-bear in the shadows growled again and walked out of the corner. The awakened figure did not show any fear. He grabbed the wine pot on the waist of the Slav king and gulped down a few more mouthfuls of strong liquor. The alcohol surged up, his face flushed, and he pulled off the cotton coat on his chest.
"Pasha, hehe"
"I knew that you would become the king of the Slavs!"
When Bakambusi heard these two words, his pupils shrank immediately. "Pasha" was his childhood nickname, and only his parents and a very limited number of martial arts masters knew this name.
All of these people were dead.
Could this person be
Bakambusi stretched out his big hand and pulled up the head of the old man in front of him, carefully identifying his old face and several different slave marks on his cheeks. He tried to search his childhood memories in his mind, trying to remember which master this was. Thirty years have passed, and their faces have become a little blurred.
"Master Oleg?!"
It took a long time for Bakambusi to barely match the old man in front of him with a master from his childhood. But that person is more like his hunting partner than a master. Oleg is the chosen one of the "Halloran Temple" and the "Eagle Path". He can transmit his spiritual consciousness to his pet falcon, and see everything from a high altitude.
The Oleg in Bakambusi's memory does not stop at the teenage years. 30 years ago, the four-year-old Bakambusi liked to run behind him with a bow and arrow. In his memory, he was a man who was always full of energy like the strong wind on the ice field.
However, the man in front of him at this time looked like an old man who was about to die!
"Haha, Pasha! After so many years, you still haven't changed!"
After taking a few sips of strong wine to regain his energy, the old man's eyes once again emitted two cold gleams. He stretched out his rough hands and touched the approaching black bear, "My dear Black Claw, it has been 30 years, and you are also old." ”
The black bear put its wet nose on the old man's hair and sniffed it several times. He smelled a smell that was lost deep in his memory. This smell should belong to a relative who was very close to him.
This seems to be the first smell I smell when I come to this world!
After sticking out his rough tongue and licking the old man's old cheek, Bakanbusi found that the black claws had put away all the tongue thorns. This abnormal behavior made him immediately believe that the person in front of him was the playmate in his memory. He stretched out his hands to lift up the skinny old man, but at this moment he found a huge waterproof canvas wrapped around the old man's chest.
In front of everyone, Oleg took off the canvas, and a huge map of "Scandinavia" was drawn on it. The map not only marked all the castles, but also roads and woods. , mineral deposits, vassal territories, etc.
"Thirty years ago, Lao Wang was cut in half by the big axes of the Viking beasts in order to protect us. Pasha, your life or death is uncertain, and I was captured and made a slave."
"I have been a slave for 30 years, and not a day goes by that I don't think about how to eradicate these Viking beasts! I and several other chosen ones of the 'Hahoran Temple' spent 30 years of hard work to investigate the Viking territory. All the terrain, troop strength, power relations, and combat skills!
Oleg's crooked spine straightened. He held the map high and stood in the middle of the camp, his figure like a giant under the light of the fire.
"This group of Viking beasts travel east to the Slavic lands every year to plunder, rob our women, and rob our children! When Lao Wang died, his whole body was chopped into two pieces, and he was still thinking about his father. Sa, don’t let the Vikings steal you! Today I brought back all the information about the Vikings. I think our passive defense situation needs to be changed!”
"This fall, when they head east again, I have a new plan."
Bakanbusi looked at Sheamus hesitantly, and Sheamus couldn't help but clasped his hands and prayed to the Holy Lord Christ in heaven.
Holy Lord Christ did not abandon Himself at this critical juncture.
The lives of himself, Laitas, and 200 members of the mission were finally saved this time! The "oracle" he had sent down to him finally arrived in time at the last moment and put together the last piece of the puzzle for the coalition forces on both sides.