Chapter 451 7.105 English Plunderers (3)

Chapter 451 105 English Raiders (3)

The bloody road that spread across the beach seemed endless. The Vikings lined up in three rows and walked along, leaving huge footprints along the way.

When they approached the French port city of Calais, as expected, the majestic city gate had been smashed into pieces by giants. When the Vikings stepped on the broken city wall powder and walked into the city, they finally saw living people.

Perhaps this group of giants ate as they walked along, and when they arrived at the city, they were finally full.

Every year, when the autumn raid was launched, breaking through the city gate and rushing into the city was the most exciting moment for the Vikings. But this time, they walked along the blood-soaked sand, and all they saw was blood. They had long lost the interest in killing.

The few survivors in the city were also haggard. They leaned helplessly on the ruins, their empty eyes staring straight ahead, as if they had lost their souls.

Duke Moklash stepped forward and stretched out his huge palm like a palm leaf to pull up a limp old woman from the ground. The old woman did not struggle as if she had lost all the bones in her body. Even though her feet were off the ground, her whole body was still trembling slightly.

Ever since Alfred became Loki's appearance, he showed his love for him without concealing it.

When Loki fell into the hands of the Illuminati, the adopted son had been seeking reinforcements to try to rescue Loki from the enemy.

(Could it be that this prince was really as powerful as imagined?)

The more he thought about it, the more Sartre felt that the reason behind this mysterious invasion of the ancient gods might be just like this.

It was not difficult for two thousand giants to defeat tens of thousands of cavalry on an open plain.

For them, it was easy to break through the three-meter wall of Calais. But the next city on this road, Versailles Castle, had a wall thickness of 6 meters.

As for the city of Paris, it was surrounded by hard marble that was 20 meters high and 10 meters thick.

No matter how strong these ancient gods are, it is not easy to attack Paris.

After staying in the city for only a moment, the Vikings followed the giants' footsteps. The joy of attacking a French town for the first time is far less important than saving Duke Loki.

And to accomplish this feat, the frost giants will undoubtedly greatly increase their success rate.

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The Vikings abandoned this city, but this does not mean that Fanzelis does not know the goods.

When the high-flying Moa Knight flew back to the coastline of Wessex, nearly a hundred large and small ships were ready to go.

"Haha, it's just as I expected! Their army has disappeared!"

"What?"

"Those Viking bastards actually bypassed Calais and headed directly to Paris? They didn't take anything?!"

"Hail Mary! Thank the Lord Christ for giving me wealth!"

"Such a good thing actually happened to me!"

Fanzelis paced back and forth anxiously on the flagship. He could feel his heart beating hard, and the blood in his body seemed to burn at the same time.

Duke Earl, who was not used to leading 10,000 troops to prepare to cross the river, had a permanent population of 120,000 in this city. With so many people, the frost giants could not swallow them all.

"I think the purpose of the frost giants is not just to destroy, you see" Following the direction of Phoenix's finger, they could see a path formed by collapsed houses.

After entering the city, the giants did not wreak havoc, but trampled the houses all the way south, finally kicked the south gate and left.

"Is this not an invasion of the ancient gods?"

Most of the Viking dukes were illiterate, and only Phoenix Coldstone, who grew up in the Mediterranean, had received a complete education. This made him think about problems more deeply than ordinary Viking pirates.

It is not that the ancient gods suddenly appeared in the world and attacked human towns. But the ancient gods generally lacked obvious purpose when they came ashore. This is just like mortals kicking the grass at will when they are in a bad mood.

"I say, Lao Luo, what's going on? Are you scared silly?"

"Hehe" Rolf kicked away a broken body in front of him, "You and I have been plundering for half a lifetime, but have we ever seen such a miserable scene!"

"The marble gate with a thickness of 3 meters was trampled into stone powder!"

"Look at the houses in this city. Most of them were trampled flat by giants, and all the residents in the houses were smashed into meat patties before they could escape."

"As for those who luckily walked out of the house, they had to witness this group of 10-high gods stepping on people for fun while grabbing boneless people and stuffing them into their mouths!

Not to mention this group of unarmed residents, even if I witnessed all this, I would become like this"

Duke Moklash shook his head speechlessly and threw the demented old woman aside.

The Port of Calais is the largest coastal city in the Duchy of France.

They just acted on impulse and didn't care what kind of grass died under their feet, or how many roots there were.

"I think so too." Sartre followed and said, "This is most likely a human-made trend!"

"From the direction of the footprints, they are likely going to Paris!"

As one of the few Vikings who knew about the existence of frost giants, Sartre once followed Loki into the empty frost castle in Jotunheim. He knew about the existence of these giants, and he also knew that they were released by Loki and hidden in the Tianduan Mountains.

The Viking roughneck didn't know how much wealth was hidden in this port, but the old smuggler Vanzelis knew the city well.

The 13 Chinese warehouses at the port stored a large amount of goods ready to be shipped to the seven countries of England and the Visigothic Free City. That was silk, porcelain, tea, etc. shipped here in tons.

The goods stored in these warehouses alone were enough for him to sell for 10 years.

This was just the warehouse of the "Izumo Trading Company".

There were also companies founded by Arabs, Thuringians, French, and Visigoths in the city. Their warehouses all contained goods shipped to the northern countries.

The looting of this city alone was enough to cover the annual tax revenue of the Wessex royal family.

(It is foreseeable that when the giants enter the city, even if there are still some small troops in the city, they will be immediately annihilated by these giants. The survivors are not a fighting force at all.)

(Even if all my subordinates are militiamen, they can handle it completely!)

How can such a golden opportunity be missed?

Even if the worst case scenario is considered, the Normans will eventually lose the war, and then they can blame it all on the Vikings!

After all, there are also Englishmen with blond hair in their territory!