Hogwarts Everything is Three

King Harold of England recruited the army again, but he and William, who was blown by the storm to take refuge in the Port of Saint Valéry, France, thought he was in a disadvantaged situation, and he still had a not-too-short way to the south of York. , Must also always face the threat from the Vikings.

The two dark horses, King Harald of Sweden and his ally Tosti, Earl of Northumbria, have a lively and powerful army, and they are powerful. Currently, only a local force assembled by the northern nobles is fighting against them.

Now, by a ditch near Yorkshire, an old earl who seems to be in his seventies or eighties as the leader of the northern aristocracy is waiting here with several men.

A shadow raven inhabits concealedly among the lush trees. The small shadowed head spins around until he sees a majestic Viking man who is about seven feet tall and wears a golden ponytail. A dead deer strode this way, and its three eyes were fixed on the Viking in bearskin-he came to the people of England without fear and drove the deer to his old age. Throw it in front of the earl as a gift from the Vikings.

"My name is Lynch, don’t attack us, we are only here to do business, the Vikings are learning business-so, listen carefully to the English, we are learning to do business, although some of us are always learning Slowly caused some misunderstandings... So the descendant of the blonde king Haralda, the son of Eastern Norwegian chief Sigurso, and the ruthless king of Norway Harald III sent me to tell you that as long as you give up York, he allows you to offer it. Silver and livestock in exchange for peace.” Although the Viking sent to negotiate looks taller and stronger than the average Viking, he obviously has a different affinity and higher wisdom. He makes himself appear sincere and joins in. In the past, I seemed to persuade the other side with some consideration, "I think it's definitely more cost-effective for you to spend money to pay tribute to the disaster. I don't want to fight, so I want to negotiate a price and start a business."

"Talk about the price? We will use our swords and spears to pay tribute to you, and the sharp blade of the battle axe will smile at you." The withered old man is obviously much harder than his figure looks, and he is not moved by it. He gave his answer slowly in a mocking tone, "I have two powerful earls, one of whom is the king’s brother-in-law, and their strong men. Tribute? They will defend this land to the death. So take your prey and roll!"

"It's too regrettable for you to say that." The Vikings had a low voice, staring at each other and didn't say much. They knew in each other's hearts that a battle was about to start.

For these Northern Englanders, no matter how they are now, they must compete with the Viking forces and their mortal enemy, Tosti, who was once exiled.

Later, just two miles away from the gates of York, on the bank of a deep trench in Fulford, a unit of Northern England stood on one side of the trench, and on the other side there were more than 6,000 heavily armed Vikings. Although the people are not all the numbers brought by King Harald, and they seem to be scattered in formation, they are not demoralized at all because of the inferior number of people. Instead, they are all gearing up to fight.

What the two people have to do is to cross the ditch that is standing between them. It is the high tide time, which separates them.

Lynch patrolled the Viking Berserkers in the line he was in charge of, who also wore large axes with two hands. He mobilized: "The cows and sheep will die, their loved ones will die, everyone will die, but there is one thing that will live forever. , That is the glory of the dead. Odin helps, what do you want?"

"Fight." The brave and fierce Vikings roared together.

"What do you want?" the Viking repeated loudly again.

"Fight." The soldiers raised their voices and roared loudly.

And those North English troops lined up on the other side of the ditch directly lined up to the marsh highlands on the other side. They blocked the way for the Vikings to go to York, and they were obviously not to be outdone. They also encouraged morale and began to move towards The Vikings were insulting. For a moment, the two troops stood in their respective places, slapped their shields with their weapons and yelled at each other-they waited for the tide to fall so that they could really fight.

After a long period of swearing, the tide began to recede. With an order, the two sides of the confrontation raised their shields and took a step forward in harmony.

The soldiers gathered under the old earl, under his leadership, neatly moved the shield wall a few steps forward, and knocked on the shield with their weapons to mock the Vikings.

None of these people in North England are greedy for life and fear of death. They did not choose to hide behind the Yorkshire wall shivering, but took up arms to face the enemy on the other side of the ditch-to defend the chastity of the woman, to defend the children and grandchildren Freedom, even if they are crushed to pieces, they will not hesitate. The Anglo-Saxons will never bow their heads to the strongman who beats the house~www.NovelMTL.com~ The rhythm of the English soldiers' shouting is getting faster and faster, and the Vikings on the opposite side seem to be unable to bear it. If it weren't for the officers to stand up to the provocation, there might already be someone who wanted to cross the river forcibly without waiting for the tide to recede.

At this time, Allen, who had been delayed for a while because of his soul-absorbing at sea and encountering Captain Jack by chance, finally rushed to the shore of the deep ditch in Fulford, not far from the shore, because of the urgency of time and the change of mentality, he had no time to maintain. The slow-paced action he was used to, but directly used the Phantom Mantra to walk a large circle along this ditch and the two sides and began to set up a magic circle on the battlefield.

In the end, Alan let himself float on a high raised boulder. He raised his staff and activated the magic enchantment composed of huge illusions and confusion spells arranged on both sides of the ditch-he wanted to absorb the souls that died. , He must make such preparations. The ashes that were turned into ashes by soul-sucking soldiers in the sea were swallowed by the sea without a trace, but on such a big battlefield, if the dead soldiers were turned into ashes, they would definitely be feared. The attention of the Muggle troops of the vision may even cause the war to end unexpectedly-so fortunately the tide here gave Alan a chance not to waste.

Seeing that the tide had receded enough for them to go to war, Allen, who had just activated the magic circle, quickly used that one as one of the basic materials for making the Philosopher's Stone-the one that had previously absorbed the blood pool and the deformed pieces of meat. The red magic stone with the flow of vitality was placed on this boulder.

This magic stone is far from blood red to the color he remembers in later generations, so he put it here, and then hurriedly went to the already possible battlefield again, and began to make up for the vicious curse of the wounded soldiers in the battlefield. Stop bleeding by yourself, so as to absorb their vitality until their souls are sucked away by the staff after their death.