Chapter 335 6.83 Negotiation (1)

The Vikings suffered heavy losses, but Wessex also suffered heavy losses.

All the way to Southampton, Loki did not encounter any English soldiers. The Viking warriors were a little tired because of the month-long battle, but the Slavic hunters under Barkambush began to liberate their nature.

Loki could not order those who were not his own.

But this Slavic king treated his subordinates like yaks raised on the ice field, and did not ask them whether they stayed or left.

In just a dozen days, the Slavic army of 1,000 people was getting smaller and smaller. When they arrived at the gate of Southampton, there were only a few hundred people behind Barkambush.

"Where are they?"

When Loki said this, he did not face Barkambush, but asked softly to Mohlantin who was riding beside him. The Vikings and Slavs fought every year, but Loki was still the village chief of a broken village just two years ago.

During the eastward raid, Lord Bernard gave him some barren villages. He had never fought with the Slavic army, so he was not familiar with the wild allies around him.

"To be honest, I don't know."

"I even doubt that their king himself doesn't know where his subordinates went after leaving the team."

Seeing the two people start to whisper, Bakambusi on the wolf's back turned his head.

"Lord Loki, we used to drink together, fight together, and if we sleep with women together, then we are brothers!"

Hearing this, before Loki answered, Mohrandin immediately rode away with a look of disgust.

"Fuck! I'm not talking about you!"

"I hate these cultured women the most. They speak in a flowery way and complain about this and that. I also complain that your legs are not thick enough and your butt is not big enough."

Perhaps he felt that it was not very righteous to insult his girlfriend in front of Loki, so Bakambusi chuckled and said, "Let's not talk about women, let's talk about business."

"You said we are friends after all, you can't let Lao Ba come here for nothing, right!"

"How about it, do you want to show me your portal when I can go in and see it?"

Loki smiled bitterly and nodded.

Mahrandin was as smart as he imagined. After the two confirmed their relationship last year, he described to her what he saw and heard in the holy mountain, and this smart woman immediately figured out what Bakambusi really needed.

This person has only one goal in life.

That is "seeking death".

Any kind of threat to his life can arouse his interest.

If it can also make him "painful" at the same time, it would be even better!

Combined with the series of monsters that Loki encountered after entering Asgard. Mohrandin came to Murmansk and told Loki the secret of the Asgard portal.

Bakambusi said nothing and began to summon his vassals that afternoon. Just three days later, the military season was over, and the 300 longships that they left outside the Storm's End last fall were also brought over by skilled Viking sailors.

At this time, the rescue mission had been completed, and he would of course want to get his reward.

He guessed that this reward should be in Loki's hands.

"My king, it's a pity that the portal is not in my hands now."

"But I can promise that when this war is really over, I will definitely take you into Asgard, and you will be able to hunt with the Vikings every autumn in the future."

(Haha, this kind of free thug is simply not used for nothing.)

"Okay!"

"For so many years, no one has been able to deceive me, Bakambusi!"

**

The flag set by the Slavic king was immediately displayed in front of Loki after Southampton opened the city gate.

The big man riding on the mighty wolf completely ignored the fearful eyes of the residents in the city.

He came to the door of Southampton Cathedral, kicked the door to pieces, rushed in, and pulled out the "prophet" Sheamus.

Sheamus did not cry or beg for mercy.

He didn't even have time to react to who dragged him out of the church. As a calloused hand grabbed his head, this was the last light he saw in his life.

There was a light sound of puff.

Bakambusi crushed his soft head.

"I said it!"

"No one can deceive me"

He casually pulled the priest who was pissing and shitting beside him, and hung Himos's lifeless body on the cross, then wiped the greasy blood on his hands on the priest's chest.

"You should feel very lucky that the dead Lord Christ gave you an ordinary face! I can't remember if you were among his followers.

Otherwise, I would be very happy to send you to hell with him!"

The priest was a native of Wessex. He listened to the beast-like man in front of him speaking a string of Slavic words, and he didn't understand what it meant at all.

He could only nod tremblingly, and then watched him leave the chapel with bloody footprints.

**

Bakambusi's move firmly shocked all the merchants who tried to organize militias to resist. Hearsay is not as good as seeing with your own eyes. The Slavs in the bard's story are illiterate and as vulgar as beasts.

They would be slaughtered and played with by the young men who were traveling outside, and they didn't even dare to take up arms to resist.

But there is often a huge deviation between reality and processed legends.

When they saw this Slavic man rushing into the church alone and casually killing a strong Sequence 3 demigod, they immediately felt deep fear in their hearts.

But Loki had not taken action yet.

Walking to the center of the busiest market, Loki cleared an open space and pulled down Iphitos hanging in the sky.

Although he was a demigod-level chosen one, Iphitus was no longer humanoid after being hung high in the sky by a kite and blown by strong winds for 7 days.

Even so, Loki didn't give her a chance.

After pulling her down from the air, the weak Iphitus could no longer stand. The strong wind kept pouring into my mouth for seven consecutive days. By this time her throat was swollen to the size of an egg.

"Just right, I don't need your shouting"

Stretching out his 1-foot-long wide foot, he stepped on Iphitus's cheek. He raised his ax and slashed hard at her neck.

The Chosen One, who had exhausted all the psychic energy in her body, was as fragile as a mortal. After the ax cut off his head smoothly, Loki chopped off her limbs, then lit a fire in front of everyone and began to burn her torso.

He has been a Crimson Apostle for a long time, so he knows very well how terrifying these things can be.

He couldn't give Iphitus any chance to make a comeback.

After disposing of the body, next comes the head.

He randomly found a restaurant, rubbed a lump of coal ash from the furnace, and threw the freshly chopped head into the coal ashes.

The dry coal ash quickly sucked away the little blood remaining in the head. Carrying the large wooden bucket, Loki walked into the palace of Southampton.

In the meeting hall, he placed the Red Queen's head that had lost all its blood color in the center of the long table, and then opened the blood-colored stone statue.

A series of kings and nobles were pulled out of the sinking city like skewered pheasants. Loki pulled out two chairs and let the Elams and Mohlantin sit on either side of him.

This means that the war has entered the final "negotiation stage."