When the first ray of sunshine in the morning fell, the killing at dawn seemed to be gone.
Standing in a small forest a stone's throw away from the battlefield, the tall tent had already been erected, and a few huge pure gold horn-shaped nails had been smashed into the soil, the most sturdy maple. It stood up, forming an umbrella-shaped tent frame, and dozens of high-quality sheepskin felts were laid on the grass, which was extremely soft when stepped on.
More than a dozen Odin servants with bare feet and shaved hair, with huge golden rings hanging from their ears, were naked, revealing their tendons, and were busy busy with all kinds of utensils in their hands.
Ke Kelan stood in front of the woods, and behind him, four attendants were prostrate at their feet, each holding a sterling silver disc in both hands.
Ke Kelan lightly stroked his hair, and his long hair was braided into strands of small whips. Today, he put on the most luxurious robe, and the fur of the snow fox from the coldest snow field in the North Country was draped around Ke Kelan's neck. The silver cloak was sewn with hundreds of pieces of the finest silver fox skins. Under the silver cloak, the fiery red and eye-catching armor is engraved with exquisite patterns. The blooming snow lotus on the breastplate is in sharp contrast with the color of the bright red armor. The snow lotus seems to be blooming. , The petals are inlaid with sterling silver, and under the reflection of sunlight, it seems that there is light flowing in the pattern.
The finest sharkskin boots of the Landis kingdom on the sea are produced, and even the spurs on the boots are made of pure gold.
Ke Kelan quietly looked into the distance, and then casually picked up a golden bowl with red wine juice from the silver plate of the attendant behind him and brought it to his mouth. Just in the distance, two naked Odin servants have set up a bonfire and iron frame, and put a naked lamb on the fire, while turning, holding a huge brush, and laying a layer on the sheep. Brush with the best honey and spices in one layer.
"Ah... why, when I see such a killing, my heart softens." Ke Kelan put down the golden bowl, pursed his lips and smiled, his white face that didn't seem to be like an Odin had a faint hint of light on his face. Feeling sad, he turned and grabbed his delicate little harp from the hand of another attendant.
"Oh, I really want to hear the harp play..."
Just as Ke Kelan looked at the morning sun and sighed, the sound of hooves was heard in the distance of the woods, and a black horse rushed over. Wherever he went, the crowd of Odin warriors bowed like a tide. Back off on both sides, and give way to the far side.
Hasting was still in that black robe. He ran his horse directly to Ke Kelan's side less than ten meters before turning over and dismounting. He slammed the three-edged battle gun into the ground, and the black robe flew up, and the whole person was like a black ball. Like a flame, he slowly walked to Ke Kelan's side.
Hasting walked only a few steps away from Ke Kelan before he stopped. His slightly feminine eyes stared at Ke Kelan's profile. At this moment, Hasting narrowed his eyes, and then With his characteristic hoarse and calm voice, he said softly: "I don't know why, every time I get so close to you, there is always the urge to draw a knife and kill you on the spot."
At this moment, Ke Kelan felt a murderous aura all over his body, but instead he raised his brows and turned to look at Hastings, he bowed gracefully, with a smile on his white face, but Those green eyes were as deep as a secluded pool: "Oh, our great God of War Odin, I just looked up at Asahi, and I was sighing in my heart that it was your wisdom and the light of the brave that illuminated this land. It's just that …”
He wrinkled his nose slightly and smiled bitterly: "Can't you change your clothes before you come to see me? You know, I always hate the smell of blood."
The murderous aura on Hasting's body gradually dissipated, his feminine eyes also opened, and he looked at Ke Kelan carefully, as if the murderous words just now were nothing more than a simple greeting between the two. He pondered for a while, then said in a low voice, "How long will I tolerate you, His Highness Ke Kelan?"
A hint of cunning flashed in Ke Kelan's green eyes, he smiled lightly, snapped his fingers, and laughed deliberately with a fuss: "Do I need to answer this question? The answer is very simple. First, I have inherited my greatness. At that time, you naturally don't need to tolerate me, but simply submit to me. Second... My dear elder brother became the emperor of Odin, at that time, your butcher knife can come Harvested my head - but if that day comes, I hope you do it lightly, because I'm afraid of the pain."
"The last time." Hasting suddenly raised a finger, his expression was serious, his eyes fell on Ke Kelan's face, staring at Ke Kelan's green eyes: "The last time, His Highness Ke Kelan. I swear with my heart that this is the last time I will tolerate your nonsense. If there is another time, anywhere, even in the palace in front of His Majesty, I swear your neck will taste the edge of my blade The taste of it. I'm not kidding, I hope you can remember what I said today."
Corcoran was silent for a moment, as if he was thinking seriously about Hasting's words - but there was no trace of nervousness or fear on his face. After a while, the Odin nobleman smiled again: "Okay, I take your advice. I promise this is the last time... let you know. Well, that's it, next time I When calculating you, I must try to hide it from you, is this answer as you wish?"
Hasting's eyes were indifferent, he stopped looking at Ke Kelan, then turned and walked away, his arm shook, and he pulled up the three-edged battle gun stuck on the ground, and the splashed soil even splashed two points on Ke Kelan's on the cheek.
When Hasting turned on his horse, Ke Kelan suddenly shouted: "Lord Hasting, where are you going now?"
Hasting sat on the horse and looked at Ke Kelan coldly. The condescending one looked at this guy. He was silent at first, and after a while, he took a deep breath: "Go back!"
"Go back?" Ke Kelan cried out in surprise: "We ran for a few days and nights, and drove thousands of miles to get here, trapping the strongest army of the Byzantine Empire in this fortress, is that so? gone?"
Hasting stared deeply at Ke Kelan and snorted: "My people will start tomorrow. If Your Highness has the intention to stay and make a contribution, I will wish you good luck."
After speaking, Hasting didn't seem to want to face this guy again for a moment, as if if he stayed a little longer, he couldn't help but really wanted to swing the gun out and kill the guy who made him angry.
Watching Hastings ride away one by one, Ke Kelan stretched out his fingers and wiped the two black mud from his cheeks.
A strange brilliance flashed in Ke Kelan's eyes, and he suddenly whispered, "If I really did it just now, how sure would I be able to keep him?"
Immediately, he changed his tone and said loudly with a sneer and disdain: "Stay? What are you kidding?! If I can block his black flame gun in the front, it will be fatal!"
He shook his head as if his face had changed, and said sternly: "No no no, Ke Kelan, you don't have to belittle yourself, you have to understand a little bit, with my ability, even if I can't beat him, I can still save my life... Uh, it really doesn't work, I can still shout Help..."
A few attendants in the distance were standing aside, not daring to look up. Anyway, this Highness has always had a very weird temper, and everyone has become accustomed to such crazy self-questioning and self-answering.
After a while, Ke Kelan sighed, as if very dissatisfied, and shouted: "Alright, alright, that damn tent doesn't need to be set up anymore, it seems that we have to set off immediately... Alas, I knew this earlier. Why was that? If I didn't count Hastings, we might have had a victory celebration at the enemy's garrison by now. So, I'm such a scumbag."
The busy servants in the distance all stopped their work, stunned and a little dazed.
"Didn't you hear what I said?" Ke Kelan waved his hand impatiently: "Prepare to salute immediately, we are on our way again!"
After a pause, his eyes suddenly sank, and he took a deep breath: "Well... Light all the candles I brought."
Candle?
An attendant couldn't help but reminded in a low voice: "Your Highness, now... it's daytime..."
"Of course I know it's daytime." Ke Kelan looked at the battlefield in the distance. There was still a layer of blood-like fog floating on the battlefield, and several teams of Odin warriors were holding swords and carrying out their final battle on the battlefield. Clean up work.
"Come on... Save those dead souls." Ke Kelan smiled seriously: "I'm a very soft-hearted person."
After speaking, ignoring the big-eyed and small-eyed attendants, Ke Kelan strode into the woods, still holding the harp in his arms, and his melancholy sigh came from a distance.
"Oh... I really want to hear the harp playing..."
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Hastings Pegasus returned to the main camp, he rushed to the side of a group of Odin warriors who had already lined up, sat on the horse, and looked at the cavalry officers who were looking forward to it.
"The order... we're going to leave."
This made everyone pale in shock, but Hasting's face was sinking, but no one dared to question the order of the Odin Valkyrie.
"Hurry up." Just when everyone was about to take orders and prepare to leave, Hasting actually said one more sentence: "I don't want to be tricked by that guy again and left behind in the back hall. Hmph... Not now. It's time to kill him."