"Water!!"
"Ready!!"
"Rations!!"
"All in the hold!!"
"Weapons!!"
"Boom boom boom!!" The sound of battle axes striking shields rang out.
Finally, he nodded with satisfaction, then leaped onto the bow in a few strides. The two-meter tall man, clad in armor made from the hide of a white bear (polar bear) he had personally hunted, raised a Gaulish battle axe. His characteristic Gaulish braids, shaking wildly with excitement, fluttered behind him as he shouted: "Brave warriors, set sail, depart! Our target..."
"England!!!" All the pirates roared with laughter, and then with a 'whoosh,' the sails unfurled, followed by a sudden 'thump' like a drumbeat striking everyone's heart.
On the dragon's head of the longship was a huge drum, and the drumsticks were human thigh bones, held firmly in the hands of the two-meter tall man. These two drumsticks belonged to his greatest enemy, a valiant warrior who had killed 25 strong Gaulish warriors on a merchant ship, and even three White Bear warriors, before he finally beheaded him. He greatly admired this enemy and took his thigh bones to use as inspiring drumsticks.
As he continuously beat the drum with his bulging muscles, creating a rhythmic 'thump-thump,' he loudly began to sing: "We conquer the sea, we cut down trees, we slay our enemies, hey! We are!!!"
"Gaul!! Hey!"
The oars all plunged forward simultaneously, and then everyone shouted.
"We have battle axes! We have rum! We have!!!"
"Warships!! Hey!"
The Gaulish people singing their war song seemed to even drown out the sound of the crashing waves.
"Lads! Don't lose to the Gaulish people!" The Viking man grumbled, looking at the joyous laughter on the neighboring ship, and roared.
"Roar roar roar!!" At the same time, five berserkers howled, like enraged lions.
Then, the Anglo-Saxons Barbarians nearby also roared unwillingly, their voices like giant wolves.
For a time, wailing and howling spread across this sea, and the sound of wailing and howling from thousands of ships would make even gods retreat three paces.
With three hundred men per ship, a thousand ships meant three hundred thousand. Three hundred thousand battle-ready soldiers. Even Camelot only had a mere one hundred and fifty thousand troops. A two-to-one ratio meant they saw no possibility of losing. Their goal was to kill anyone who resisted, then abduct the women and children to their own tribes to fulfill the task of procreation for their people.
This was a typical robber's logic, but the leader of the Anglo-Saxons, Topit, did not think so.
Why can't we occupy the fertile lands and vast seas of England? As long as we have such a base, then who do you think will be the master of this sea? By then, after driving out the Gaulish people and Vikings, this sea will only be for the free Anglo-Saxons!
The Anglo-Saxons will become the masters of this sea!
How tempting the word 'overlord' is!
Topit's eyes burned as he stared at the end of the coastline. He seemed to already see the Anglo-Saxons, under his leadership, eating the best bread, drinking the finest wine, and enjoying the most beautiful women... The axes already gleamed with a cold light, the shields were polished bright, and the helmets shone under the sun.
Everything was ready, what else was there to wait for!
There was nothing left to wait for. The tigers, leopards, jackals, and wolves had already bared their ferocious fangs and faces. When they saw a huge piece of fat meat, their first thought was how to avoid the guardian. When the guardian blocked their path, they would tear the guardian to pieces, tearing it along with the meat, and only then would they fight over the fat meat... "So... even an alliance, even instigation, won't work?" Kailar pressed his forehead, muttering to himself with a slight headache.
"Chirp?" A few small light spirits with wings beside him looked at him with pure, innocent, puzzled eyes. This was the first benefit he gained after losing his eyes, because he was constantly using magic. This led to his Light Magic breaking through its original level in just half a month. Grand Magus? Or a law user? Kailar didn't know. This heaven-defying magic capable of creating life was clearly nothing more than a miracle of nature; Kailar's Light Magic was merely a medium through which it was cast.
These three little spirits had wings, no gender, and long, flowing, pure hair. Their role was not only to feedback nearby information to Kailar, but also to spontaneously use Light Magic for defense in times of danger. Although only for a brief moment, for Kailar, that was enough.
However, their childlike personalities caused the Claymore girls in Kailar's manor a lot of trouble. Playful and fond of jokes, the little spirits simply didn't understand the limits of jesting. If it weren't for the Claymore girls, ordinary people probably would have found them unbearable long ago, right?
"Children?" As his thoughts continued to wander, Kailar suddenly stroked his chin and murmured. His hair was being vigorously pulled by one little spirit, while another was hidden among his hair. Clearly, they were playing hide-and-seek, and the location was Kailar's entire body.
They eventually devolved into a tug-of-war. Thanks to Kailar's hair already being shoulder-length, otherwise he would have suffered a lot.
Kailar tapped the wooden chair with his finger, then suddenly pursed his lips and smiled: "That's right, [children] will eventually grow up, and to grow up, they must experience wind and rain and rainbows, hmm... Is that so?"
Kailar muttered to himself, no one knew what he was thinking.
The movements of over ten thousand people simply couldn't be concealed, especially since Red Leaf Ridge also had one of the world's best intelligence agencies?
Camelot immediately sounded the horn of war.
All coastal port towns began to evacuate.
No one wanted to leave their homes, but the people of Camelot, having endured so many years of pirate raids, knew that if they didn't want to lose their most precious lives, it was better to shut up and pack their things quickly.
Because the Great Sage was injured and blinded and had been living in his manor, the Queen, who was completely in charge, took swift and decisive action.
Her swift and thorough actions meant that there were no valuables left at any border. The young woman, having been influenced by Kailar for many years, pushed the scorched-earth strategy to its extreme. To understand the enemy's tactical intentions, she directly extended the front line from the coastline to fifty to one hundred kilometers inland. This distance... was enough!