Chapter 287 6.35 The Destruction of the Blood Pigeon Clan (1)

The reason why Ecbert responded to Hummel Blood Pigeon's request was for this moment.

The Wessex King, who was insightful, had long seen that old man Hummel was a hero in troubled times. Although he led his subordinates to leave their homes, this man would never be willing to lose in the Vikings' hegemony.

As long as there is a glimmer of hope, he will find a chance to return to the poker table again.

And now, it's time to use this mad dog.

"Now, the saber-toothed mercenaries led by Ivar are unstoppable, and our seemingly united coalition forces can't resist their footsteps at all. If he and Loki unite because of our encirclement, the subsequent war will only be more difficult."

"But if they lose their rear at this time, the ending will be very different!"

Slowly walking behind Iphitus, Ecbert stretched out his hands and hugged her warm skin. In today's human world, there are only a handful of monarchs who can find an envoy of the Outer God.

It is even rarer to be able to take him into the tent.

The proud King of Wessex likes this feeling of being in control of everything very much.

"Hummel Blood Pigeon is an incurable opportunist. He can't afford to offend the Viking King, but he can afford to offend the little noble 'Loki' of the same origin."

"This old guy runs his own intelligence network. Through this intelligence network, he must have known that Loki and the Viking King are just like us, both in appearance and in spirit, fighting each other!

At this time, as long as he takes out Loki's hometown, the Viking coalition will immediately fall into a state of collapse.

Until then, it will be our chance to attack!

Defeat the enemy in one fell swoop when they are in panic and anxiety. This is the war between humans!"

"Red Queen" Iphitos Bloodqin slightly opened her light red eyes and looked back at Ekbert, while burying her whole body in his arms.

"My king, don't you feel bored if you let hypocritical conspiracies fill your brain every day?"

"As the messengers of God, we should walk to the enemy in broad daylight under the gaze of the gods of the starry sky, take off their heads, and then respectfully present them to the God King!"

"Spreading fear is what the saints do, and it is also the most convenient way to obtain power from the hands of the God King."

Ecbert stroked the skin of the woman in his arms and did not speak for a long time.

Indeed, he needs the power of the "Red Queen" and her "Scarlet Apostles". But at the same time, he is more of a human, a human who grew up in the church school of the Holy Bishop, and 99% of his friends and relatives are believers of the Holy Bishop.

Of course, he knows that "Iphitus" and his "Scarlet Apostles" are all heretics in the eyes of the "Inquisition". This group of ancient gods that have lasted from ancient times to the present have never had any mercy on humans.

They simply do not regard humans as intelligent creatures that can be treated equally.

After taking office, even though he was inseparable from the "Red Queen" every day. Ecbert has been continuously developing the national strength of Wessex.

He worked hard to make the country rich and strong, and supported a large number of mercenary leaders such as "Flyer" Tuhart to travel around the world to find relics of the ancient gods.

He can use this group of gods from the ancient gods.

But he will not rely on them, and he will never be willing to become a servant played by the gods.

It is true that sending the "Red Queen" and the "Scarlet Apostle" to enter the field can quickly eliminate all his enemies.

But if the war situation is not desperate, he will not use this group of foreign gods to participate in the war of mortals.

Mortals have no conditions for negotiation with gods. Adding up these debts one by one, the price he will pay in the future is very likely to be his life.

Even his soul.

**

Three days later, Hummel Blood Pigeon set sail in the warm spring breeze.

In order to ensure that he could deal a heavy blow to the Vikings across the strait, Ecbert allocated him another 2,000 free knights from the Visigothic Free City, plus 400 sailors and 50 warships on top of his existing 500 private troops.

This army built with gold pounds is even stronger than all the armies of Duke Bernard combined.

Old man Hummel laughed out loud. He has never been as rich as he is today in his half-life. You know, he has lived in Scandinavia for half his life, and he is not without friends.

As long as Loki's remaining forces are wiped out from the river valley, relying on his allies in the two provinces of "Wolf Creek" and "Bayland", plus the support of the O'Sullivan family, he can firmly sit on the position of "Duke of the River Valley".

In the devout prayers of the priest, this army of old man Hummel set sail from the coastline of the Kingdom of Wessex.

On the fifty warships, Vikings, Visigoths, French, and English pirates and free knights from many different countries drank strong liquor and sang cheerful songs.

Although the languages ​​were different, everyone knew that they were attacking an empty city without any defense. When they thought of the weak women in the city and the warehouses full of gold and silver, everyone couldn't help but feel excited.

Under the warm spring breeze and the clear sun, 50 warships disappeared on the sparkling sea.

This was the last time the English saw them.

For a full half month, no sound came from the other side of the North Sea.

50 brand new warships, nearly 3,000 fully armed soldiers, this fleet sailing towards the land of gentleness with singing and dancing was like entering the mouth of a giant beast.

No one survived.

**

Ekbert fell into a huge sense of unreality.

The North Sea in early spring was calm and clear. For half a month, not to mention storms, even bigger winds and waves had never blown on the surface of the North Sea.

And the "Viking Seaman" Hummel Blood Pigeon was an old salty dog ​​who had been galloping on the sea for a lifetime. He didn't believe that such an old captain would have an accident on the calm sea.

Could they be killed by the old, weak, women and children guarding the valley after landing?

This is even more unrealistic!

Rather than saying that the Visigoths were a kingdom, it would be better to call them a group of loose city-states inherited from the ancient Roman period.

These city-states had a unified currency, no tariffs, and rarely had large-scale wars. Most of the men born here are free knights. They travel between various city-states and serve different lords like a group of mercenaries.

They will see the completely different religious beliefs between different city-states, join multiple different warrior guilds, and hone their own unique combat skills.

Even if their reputation is not as good as the "Sabertooth Mercenaries", the free knights from the free city-states have never been weaklings who just want to make a living.

There are 2,000 free knights, and this size of troops is enough to destroy some small city-states!

What exactly did they encounter in the river valley that made them melt on the empty coastline without even releasing the ravens?