Chapter 256 6.4 The Rebirth of Hummel Blood Pigeon

War is a special activity.

Because she lived with the poor in Oxford since she was a child, Elizabeth has her own unique views on these two words. In any war, whether it is victory or defeat, the most ordinary "people" who make up the kingdom are unfortunate.

The farmers in the fields need to put down their hoes and pick up swords. After saying goodbye to their families, their relatives need to bear heavier taxes than before because they need to bear the expenses of the army.

In most cases, even 8-year-old children need to say goodbye to school and go to work in the fields.

And after working for one, two or even three years, they often wait for the news that their relatives have died in the war.

Afterwards, women need to consider remarrying, and children may be abandoned by their biological mothers due to lack of food.

A considerable number of elderly people will end their lives by themselves.

Those who are unwilling to commit suicide are starved to death on a large scale.

This is the case with defeat.

The same is true for victory.

However, when the girl recalled the horrifying scene of last summer, the group of Viking warriors wearing red armor and waving bloody flags killed people and burned fields when they saw them.

It seemed that this war had to be fought.

With fear of war and concern for the people in mind. The girl hurried back to the castle, but before she could greet her father, she saw a figure that she had never thought might appear in the hall of the palace of the Scabbard City.

She saw the source of the war, the Viking demon in red armor——

——Hummel Blood Pigeon!

But what surprised her even more was that her uncle, the Mercian prince Lancelot, who had been defeated and captured and roasted half-cooked on the fire under the city wall, was drinking and talking with her!

? ? ?

Did I lose my memory?

Or was the memory of the entire Mercian royal family tampered with? !

Less than a year ago, this brutal Viking pirate had put his uncle on the fire, scorched his left leg with a fierce fire, and forced his father to exchange his crippled body for gold coins.

That day, her father did not let her go to the top of the city. Despite this, she could still hear her uncle's screams that resounded through the sky in the city.

Now, his left leg made of pure silver was still hanging stiffly on his leg.

Did he forget all this?

Ding ding ding. The crisp sound of a silver fork hitting a wine glass came, disrupting the girl's thoughts. Seeing that everyone had entered, King Ecbert of Wessex, the richest of the seven kingdoms of England, stood up and called everyone's attention.

Elizabeth frowned again.

After all, under the feet of the crowd was Oxford, the capital of Mercia. They were all guests who came from afar, and her father Ulysses Elan was the real owner of Cambridge Castle. When the host did not speak, the guest took on the responsibility of the head of the family.

This made Elizabeth, as a princess, quite uncomfortable. She stood up and just wanted to refute when a strong and warm big hand suddenly held her arm.

That was her father who walked slowly and entered the meeting hall accompanied by guards.

"My daughter, from now on, you have to listen more and remember more."

"Do you understand?"

Looking at her father, Elizabeth nodded gently. Unlike her mother who always kept people at a distance, her father was a kind-hearted old man.

It is said that he was also decisive in killing when he was young, but he suddenly became conservative after inheriting the throne, so that other nobles in the English Isles gave him the name of "Honest Man" Elan.

For a king, these three words are by no means a compliment. His eldest brother, the Prince of Mercia "Alosi Elan" hated this nickname.

Compared with several other kings, the old man is obviously much older. Although he is still tall, his hair is already gray, and in recent years, wrinkles and age spots belonging to the elderly have begun to appear on his face. The old man walked into the hall with an oak cane, and the young and energetic Ecbert just glanced at him sideways and continued to talk.

"Everyone here is a civilized person, and civilized people from the civilized world understand a very simple truth: there are no eternal enemies between countries. When we have the same goal, the former enemy is our current ally!"

"For example, the Viking lord 'Hummel Blood Pigeon' that I invited from France at a high price is our new friend of the seven countries of England!"

Elizabeth looked at everything in front of her with her eyes wide open. In her rage, she couldn't believe that these words were actually spoken from the mouth of a king!

Last year, this group of Vikings from the Blood Pigeon family killed Mercia and robbed countless wealth from their land, causing a considerable number of residents to lose their homes and leave their homes.

However, such a common war criminal of the English people has now become a "friend" of the kings. Such an absurd scene was actually said loudly by Ecbert in public in court, without any shame at all.

The hot blood rushed to her cheeks, and Elizabeth wanted to stand up again, but her father held her back again.

This time, he obviously had to put in a lot of effort.

"My daughter, watch more, think more!"

The old man seemed to have said only one sentence, but the meaning contained in it seemed to be very much. He looked at Ekbert not far away, but found that he didn't pay attention to what was happening here.

Holding a crystal wine glass, he continued to talk.

"To defeat the Vikings, we need a friend from within the Vikings. And now, Lord Hummel is simply the great savior sent to us by the 'Holy Lord Christ'!"

"As a brave and warlike member of the Viking group, he led the entire tribe to retreat to the free trade city-state in Visigoth at the beginning of the war, so the entire tribe avoided this terrible war!"

A great man of the East Continent once said: To defeat the enemy, you must first understand the enemy. After the Vikings defeated our coalition with the Slavs, they suffered a reshuffle.

Now, we are facing a new lord of the river valley. And our friend 'Hummel Blood Pigeon' is one of the people who knows him best!

Let us work together sincerely and toast to the eternal peace of the Western Continent!

In the hall, kings, nobles and military commanders from various countries raised their glasses. Elizabeth widened her eyes and found that her old father was also tremblingly holding a glass of wine.

Even more horrifying was Hummel's uncle Lancelot, who was roasted by him with fire and had one leg sliced ​​off.

Even he raised the red wine and said a toast with a smile.

Such a magical scene actually happened.

Elizabeth wanted to rush to the middle of the house, jump on the round table and roar loudly.

"This is a murderous demon who has poisoned tens of thousands of people in my Mercia Kingdom!"

"It's fine if you don't judge him, but how can you invite him into the gate of my Mercia Kingdom like a relative and let my disabled uncle stay by his side?!"

But she didn't.

Because at this moment, she really couldn't figure it out.

Is this world crazy?

Or is she crazy?