The English side was the first to strike. Although the Britons of this era didn't have any crossbow troops, these farmers who were used to the Roman shield wall hurled their spears. Although the Vikings raised their shields to resist, some of their legs were pierced by the spears, causing them to lose their balance and fall into the ditch.
The Yorkians scolded and threw their spears to test the weakness of the Viking formation. The Vikings were fuming from the scolding and threw their flying axes back at the Yorkians in retaliation.
The Berserker leader rushed to the front of the team and attracted the enemy's firepower. He swung his axe flawlessly, and unlike his strong and tall appearance, he even nimbly grabbed the spears thrown by the enemy from time to time and threw them back at them. Almost every time, he managed to kill someone.
When both sides were fuming with anger and the ditch was finally wide enough for people to pass through, that was when the real battle began.
The moment Lynch estimated that he could get past them, he took the lead and led a group of burly men who were also wearing bearskins to cross the trench in a few steps. They began to attack the English shield wall along the trench, trying to find the weakest point.
The soldiers on both sides swung their axes and shields in a desperate attempt to block the attacks. Their faces were ferocious, their eyeballs protruding as they clenched their teeth and fought with all their might.
The berserkers were brave and fierce. Although many of them didn't even wear mail armor in public and were only clad in animal fur, it was obvious that the magic potion made from the fairy seeds had taken effect. It was as if they couldn't feel any pain at all as they fought at the forefront of the battlefield. Coupled with their strong muscles and indomitable spirit, they struck fear into the hearts of the Britons around them. They were horrified to find that even if their spears pierced the berserkers, it didn't affect their movements at all. If they blocked with their shields, the berserkers would even bite the edges of the shields with their teeth and begin to wield their giant axes with both hands to kill the Britons. Many of the British militia died under their sharp axes.
Their leader, Lynch, was obviously the best of the best. The Berserker leader's valiance even made Allen raise his eyebrows. He gave off the feeling that he had reached the limits of the human body. Allen had seen it many times. He single-handedly wielded a giant axe that ordinary people couldn't possibly wield. Men and shields were smashed into pieces by him in one breath.
Under the shroud of illusion and confusion spells, no one noticed that the souls of their fallen comrades and enemies were sucked into the crystal ball at the bottom of Allen's staff after they stopped breathing and their hearts stopped beating. No one noticed that the empty shells that had lost all their souls were reduced to ashes in a matter of seconds. Only a few of the dead were lucky enough to let their souls safely enter the underworld and preserve their bodies.
After talking to Captain Jack, Allen, who no longer pretended to be guilty, not only set up an illusion, he also cast a vicious curse on the place so that the wounds of the wounded couldn't heal. Under the effect of the illusion and the curse, the soldiers would subconsciously ignore the fact that they were bleeding after they were injured until their souls were absorbed after they died.
The blood that flowed out of their bodies with their life essence seemed to be summoned. It turned into blood snakes on the ground and slithered towards the high protruding rock. Even if the wounded soldiers were lying in the deep ditch, the blood snakes would go against the flow and eventually be absorbed into the red Magic Stone on the huge rock.
The color of the red Magic Stone became more and more gorgeous as the blood snakes slithered into it.
In the eyes of the Muggle soldiers, they could only see their comrades falling one after another at a much faster speed than usual. In a short period of time, corpses were strewn all over the field and the ditch was filled with corpses. They only thought that this battle was unusually cruel and intense.
The Vikings' tactics were simple and brave. They tried their best to tear apart the center of the English's defensive line, disrupt the enemy's formation, and cause panic among the enemy. Unfortunately, they were dragged into the defensive battle of the shield wall that the English were good at. Even though the brave and skillful berserkers brought about a considerable advantage, the neat shield wall of the York army made it impossible to tell who would win the battle.
However, this was exactly what the Vikings wanted the English to feel. As one of the most experienced generals in this era, King Harald of the Vikings had scouted the terrain before the battle started. He led his elite troops to surround a bend in the river and hide from the sight of the English. So when the tide fell, the water in the ditch would be almost dry. He first ordered his berserkers and vanguard troops, who were not very obedient in battle, to attack the English immediately. What the English had to do was to use the tactics left behind by ancient Rome to form a shield wall and hold on, as they were used to.
It was time for the tactics that Harald, who had fought with different countries all his life, designed to deal with the English, to come into play. Harald and Tobias led their own elite troops along the bend in the river and around the battlefield. Then, they attacked the English's defensive line from the rear, causing them to fall into a trap.
It was a glorious bloodbath for the northern Englishmen.
After discovering that they were surrounded, the poor farmers charged in groups of three to five. Although they were like lambs rushing into a tiger's den, the fearless English advanced dauntlessly, using their flesh and blood to charge at the Viking beasts. The old Earl's troops did not give up. He led his personal guards and broke into the Viking's defensive line. The Norse's defensive line in the ditch collapsed. The old Earl thought that the Vikings were about to flee, so he led his men to continue the counterattack. Sadly, it was exactly what the Vikings wanted — the English's shield wall formation became even more fragmented.
The Vikings, who had completed their plan, were experienced cold-blooded butchers. When both sides fell into a chaotic battle, they became more and more energetic in their frenzied melee. Each of them was like a man-eating beast. The English farmers were devoured by them to the point that they could not retaliate. Their throats were slit like vegetables, their heads were chopped off, and their chests were pierced …
Many people who had dreamed of death would fall on this day. The ditch in Fulford was filled with corpses that Allen's staff could not absorb in time. The Vikings who had not crossed the river stepped on the corpses to cross the ditch, and their shoes were no longer wet.
Unlike the other berserkers who fell into post-battle exhaustion, Lynch, as the leader of the berserkers, endured the burden of exhaustion and wandered around the battlefield. Finally, he found the illusion of the old Earl's corpse. He looked at the fake corpse of the old man who had fallen after suffering multiple wounds with some admiration. He moved closer to the Earl's head and spoke in a gentle tone, "Old white-bearded man, the Vikings are still here. Why must you send so many people to their deaths?"
After saying that, Lynch reached out his hand to close the eyes of the other party. After doing all that, he felt something strange with the touch of his fingers. He looked at his palm doubtfully. Then, as a warrior with sharp senses, he turned his head and looked to the side. He noticed that there was a raven on top of a tree that was looking at him. Furthermore, the strange thing was that Lynch noticed that the raven had three eyes, and its feathers seemed to be made of shadows.
"Fujin or Fotini? Is Odin observing me? " It seemed that this strange phenomenon had caused the leader of the berserkers to regard him as the two sacred birds on Odin's shoulders. According to legend, at dawn every day, the two ravens would fly away from Odin's shoulders to the mortal realm. They would see and hear all things in the world, and converse with the living and the dead. The world was under their control, and nothing could escape Odin's eyes and ears. As night approached, the returning ravens would once again land on Odin's shoulders, and whisper into his ears what they had seen and heard today.
York, the former capital of the Vikings after their invasion of England. To Harald the Heartless, York was his primary objective. It was a base that he could use to conquer the whole of Britain. Hardrada and Tosti had already intended to conquer this place from the very beginning.
Now, the victorious vikings were finally able to rest and reorganize here. The English of York could only resign themselves to their fate after their surrender. Trapped in this predicament, they knew that even though their new king wouldn't remain indifferent to the loss of his territory, he wouldn't be able to rescue them from the clutches of the fiendish vikings so quickly.
Standing on top of the boulder, Allen kept the basic ingredients of the magic stone into his pouch. He squinted his eyes and surveyed the Muggle soldiers who were cleaning up the battlefield. They were keeping the majority of the armoured soldiers who had lost their bodies as their comrades, and were preparing to transport them back to Norway via the viking warships.
Feeling the greasy sensation from his fingers, Allen lowered his head to look at his blood-stained palm after picking up the blood red magic stone. With a flick of his fingers, it returned to its original clean state.
"Summon the Guardian Deity!" He chanted the incantation of the Guardian Deity. A five-headed dragon replaced the original Guardian Deity in the form of a phoenix. It emerged from Allen's hand and majestically flapped its gigantic wings as it circled the battlefield. Although the Muggle soldiers couldn't see it, they were infected by the power of the Guardian Deity. They worked even harder to transport the remains of their comrades.
"If Nymphadora Tonks still falls in love with the werewolf Remus Lupin, her Guardian Deity will transform from its original form into a wolf. And Severus Snape is the only Death Eater who can use the Guardian Deity Spell because his love for Lily Evans gave him some redemption. And because of Luna, I won't end up like the pitiful ancient Black Wizard Lachitian, who was devoured by maggots when he tried to summon his Guardian Deity to resist the orphan Wizard Ilius' rat Guardian Deity. "Allen heaved a sigh of relief after confirming his status.
In fact, most of the Guardian Deities of the Wizards were in the form of ordinary animals. Guardian Deities in the form of mystical animals, such as the Guardian Deity of the Night Heron, the Guardian Deity of the Fire Dragon, Abrus Dumbledore and Allen's Guardian Deity of the Phoenix, were very rare. The rarer Guardian Deity was in the form of extinct animals. Hedley Fleetwood's Guardian Deity of the Mammoth was a famous example.
The invincible Andros was the only Wizard who was known to be able to summon Guardian Deities of the Giant Size, and now Allen Harris had to be added to the list.
Ironically, although Allen had actually done a lot of evil, and the power of the Guardian Deity did not depend on its size, his understanding of the Netherese Scroll and his love of protecting his lover had indeed made his Guardian Deity more powerful.
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