Chapter 439 Bishop Wilfrid

439 Bishop Wilfrid

Hagen was fast at work, repairing the gate he had damaged with the help of the other Vikings.

Even the Christians were amazed by how proficient he was in this craft, it was like watching a master at work. He fixed what they couldn't fix but in their defense, they were also guarding against a potential enemy attack.

Hagen could do so easily because he was the one that was destroyed and hence knew the root of the problem, they didn't have time because he knew that there would be resistance from beyond the wall so the best thing they could do was fix it.

This would increase their chances of survival, the bodies that Tyr had left at the shore were seen by the returning party.

They noticed that Bishop Calvin was missing alongside the massacre that took place on the other ship so they returned to Northumbria.

They correctly guessed that the Vikings must have made their way while this might be good news because there was now something that could transport them out of here.

It was terrible news because it only strengthened the enemy's army but luckily, Northumbria fell before this. The source of this material is novelbin★

Tyr knew that they had to move fast and so did Ragnar, time was the enemy and every second counts hence why Ragnar did what he did.

He knew that it would force everyone to react swiftly or risk losing him.

They may be at odds with one another but they knew the implication of losing Ragnar.

Not that his sons would ever allow it in the first place but sometimes these things couldn't be avoided.

The warriors at the shore saw the state of their dead Bishop, it was surprising that the Christians didn't offer them a proper burial but instead chose to leave them in that state.

Even though the warriors on the boat met some Christians looking after the shoreline to make sure that the enemy didn't have any more surprises coming from the sea.

"There is no time to bury the dead, I know they won't forgive us for putting them to rest when the Kingdom they died to protect has fallen," Wilfrid said, providing an answer as to why he didn't bury them.

"We will make a promise to the dead before us, that we will give them a befitting burial once we reclaim Northumbria," Wilfrid said and this acted as a prep talk, giving the warriors around him a new reason to believe.

The belief that God was on their side, the belief that this was a test for them to overcome.

Wilfrid walked up to a horse that had a unique helmet on it, before mounting.

It was a black horse that had a fiery look in its eyes but this was the only horse that Wilfrid had ridden ever since he became a Bishop.

Wilfrid had slicked-back black hair with a slender body frame, begging the question of how he was able to kill his enemies with one strike, was this an exaggeration by his people or was this truly how strong he was?

He was small and had a rather average height of 5' 9, the man was in his early twenties yet already had such a name for himself.

Everyone believed that if he was in Northumbria when the Vikings took it over, they wouldn't have succeeded.

Wilfrid looked at the dead one last time before doing the sign of the cross, he knew that they were cut down before their time but he also knew that God's time was the best.

There was no fighting against it for God's will is supreme but this angered Wilfrid.

The fact that people thought they could come in here and do as they liked?

"Tyr..." Wilfrid muttered under his breath, he knew the sons of Ragnar were a target but something told him that Tyr was the most troublesome of the sons.

Wilfrid had decided that Tyr would fall on his sword and no one else.