The Son Of Ragnar

415  Tyr Falters!?

The army arrived at the shore, they were a lot bigger than they had anticipated, showing that Northumbria had every intention of ending this fight.

But upon reaching the shoreline, they saw nothing but the corpses of their friends.

"What is going on?" A random warrior asked, curious because the threat that was reported was a lot different from the scene where they met.

There were fewer corpses around than anticipated, making him raise a brow in suspicion.

"It looks like we had nothing to worry about," Another warrior bragged but this wasn't the case.

The lighting was against them and they could barely see in front of them, Tyr made sure of this.

There was a man on one of the biggest horses that anyone had seen, his size was intimidating as he was not only covered in heavy armour and a helmet that concealed his face.

He was approximately 6' 7 and he was the one in charge of this great army.

"Look carefully, the bodies of the enemies do not match the numbers that were reported… They couldn't have fled and left their King either. Not with how vicious they were fighting." The man was calm and collected, he needed to be in this situation.

"Do not let down your guard, they are around," The man instructed his army on horseback.

They were all vigilant, this was an army that was experienced in combat and the Vikings might have underestimated their intelligence.

"The arrows, burn their ships," The man commanded, this was a bold choice because it would cut off the Vikings' only escape route but this wasn't a problem.

They planned to eradicate the Vikings here, King Ragnar had demonstrated first-hand why they must be eradicated.

The archers lit their arrows and fired them into the ship and by doing so, illuminated the environment as the ensuing flames lit up their path.

"We can still not see anything Bishop…" A warrior said as they began to move around to check where they could be.

The man's eyes were focused on the sea, even though this was highly unlikely due to suffocation.

There was no way they could stay underwater for that long without dying but there was a possibility.

This unnamed Bishop raised his hand and the archers prepared to fire once again before swinging it down and the arrows found their way into the water.

The area fell silent as the warriors desperately clung to the hilt of their swords.

There it was, the water turned red and this showed that this Bishop's guess was right on the money.

Without even giving the enemy a chance to process what was going on, a small unit on horseback rushed to the shallow water with their spears in hand and began to chaotically stab the ground.

And as they expected, there was even more blood spilling forth and the archers provided support as they continued to rain arrows down into the water.

"Form a perimeter, make sure none of them escape," The Bishop commanded and they did just that, the massive army had to spread out to accommodate for the large beach but the Bishop had well over a hundred men around him.

"Stupid Pagans, did they try to hide in the sea protected by God himself?" A warrior bragged but then something happened that stunned everyone.

The bodies began to flow to the surface and to their surprise, these people were weighed down with stone.

The spears had inadvertently removed the weights that were holding them down and this was a big reveal.

Before the Bishop could give his next command, the Vikings rose from the soil beneath like the undead, this startled the horses and some of these warriors were thrown off it as they ran away.

The chaos left those in front confused as they had no idea what was going on

"W-What?" The Bishop barely managed to utter these words before seeing someone lunging right at him.

He wondered who could be that insane to not even consider his environment and then he understood why.

"You're the target," The Bishop muttered under his breath as he moved to defend himself, Tyr established that he was the leader but this meant that he had a plan to take him down.

Try removed both his axes, ready to bury them into the enemy's head but the man was prepared for him however he couldn't have anticipated what came next.

The man couldn't move an inch as a chain of some sort had wrapped around him, restricting him.

It was Rolf and no one could move to protect the Bishop amid the confusion and chaos

Tyr knew they had a limited window to exploit and he approximated this to a minute or two.

This was why he went straight for the Bishop and this was what he discussed with Rolf, who he knew wasn't a fan of his.

The plan was simple, they buried themselves within the soil and placed the corpses in the water, the corpses were still fresh so this included the blood, Tyr knew he needed to draw their attention away; from the battles he had fought.

The leader rarely joined the fray until they needed to or their lines were broken.

Tyr relied on this piece of information to execute his plan.

Tyr had used the strategy he learned from his time in exile, everything he learned there was indispensable and was proving to be invaluable.

"You're done," Tyr muttered as he plunged his axes into the neck of the man but something happened soon after.

At that moment when his axes were about to be plunged into the enemy's neck, he had a flashback.

The dream where it all came to an end and this made him hesitate at the last second, allowing the Bishop to slightly move his body to cushion the blow with his armour.

Rolf couldn't restrain him any longer and the chain he had used to wrap him shattered into pieces.

Tyr was not only left vulnerable to any follow-up that the enemy might have but had also lost the opening he had created in the process.

"It is over," The Bishop warned right before swinging his blade vertically, the familiar sight of blood soaked the ground with entrails following suit.