"What do you think?" The humiliated Laertes rushed to Sidlifa and threatened her viciously:
"Think it over. Do you want to convert to God and bow to your noble bloodline?"
"Or die like a vile sea dog, filthy and unnoticed on a dock?"
Sidlifa lowered her head and looked at the ground.
"Laertes..." she said slowly, "Thank you for teaching me to read."
Laertes was stunned for a moment.
"But I can't promise you." Sidlifa suddenly raised her head, her eyes as cold as a storm, making Laertes seem to stop breathing in an instant.
"Because I am a descendant of Vikings!" She shouted at the top of her lungs. The guards behind her looked horrified, because they realized that the struggle in their hands was getting stronger, as if the person whose arms they were restraining was not a girl.
It's a beast at the end of its rope.
Sidlifa opened her eyes to the extreme, bloodshot almost bursting out of her eyeballs, like a demon from hell. Her vision was blurred, and in a trance, she saw every corpse on the ground turned into her mother lying in a pool of blood.
Mother is dead, everyone is dead.
She was the only one left, standing alone in front of the gate of hell, with demons in front of her wanting to kill her.
Old Wilder's words rang in my ears again, like the last whisper of the dead:
"… In the desperate situation between life and death, there is hell ahead and slavery behind…"
"If you risk your life to take that step..."
The murmur suddenly turned into a threatening roar:
"You will die!"
"I'm not afraid of death!" she screamed heartbreakingly.
She didn't know who she was shouting at, she just felt the rage filling her chest, like a volcano about to erupt, destroying the entire world:
"A true Viking will never bow down to nobles or emperors! Nor will he place his hopes on God or the gods!"
"She will only seize the power to survive in this world from the cruel iron and fire!!!"
A huge force exploded from the muscles of her arms, and she slammed over the two guards who were holding her arms, pulling out the dagger her mother left her from the heel of her boot.
The remaining guard hurriedly grabbed her long hair, but found that the strength in his hands was gone - Sidlifa had swung the dagger and completely cut off her long, beautiful light golden hair that she had maintained for more than ten years, like a waterfall, along her scalp.
She stabbed the dagger into the guard's throat with her backhand, and the handle and the dagger were embedded in the flesh. With her other hand, she quickly pulled out the long sword at his waist, turned around and chopped with all her strength. The sword light was like a full moon, cutting through the approaching guards.
"Guards!" Laertes stepped back in fear and turned around and shouted, "Guards!"
Before he could finish his words, the long sword thrown from Sidlifa's hand whistled in the air, spun a few times, and pierced his chest.
The surrounding guards pressed forward like a pack of wolves, but the unarmed Sidlifa faced them fearlessly, with white flames seeming to burn in her clear and transparent pupils.
She quickly approached one of the guards, and his sword chopped into her shoulder blade. She turned her head and leaned forward in pain, biting off the guard's Adam's apple fiercely.