When the guard reached the street, he could see how the woman who was screaming was beheaded with no show of mercy.
His head rolled on the stone floor until he was at the feet of the guard who was trembling. He was not afraid to see that severed head but the cheerful face of the berserker Anders.
Who was staring into his eyes as if he was looking at an animal which he was about to sacrifice.
The guard almost shitting his pants and with a trembling voice said, "Ber… Berserker Anders, the… King is looking for you."
Anders at that moment came out of the trance he was in and using his hand wiped the blood from his face, to observe the corpses of women, children, and some men that were around him.
"It's good that you came guard I hope that just like I could have seen that these people were extremely dangerous, they were traitors who dared to use their blood to stain my body.
Which is blessed by God Odin himself, but you should not worry about guarding since I have killed them all, so you do not have to.
Now please lead the way and remember guard, if some creep dares to touch me I'll take care of cutting off your hands so go ahead. "
With dirt on his pants, the guard walked towards the speck, taking care that no one approached the Berserker Anders on the way.
As they were climbing the stairs towards the butte, Anders pulled out one of his axes and tossed it to the guard who was walking in front of him.
The poor guard's lifeless corpse fell on the stairs and his blood ran down the wooden steps.
It was at that moment that Anders took a few steps and picked up his ax, which he cleaned on the warrior's clothes.
"I have to admit you had the balls to walk in front of me while you reeked of shit.
But to your bad luck, I'm not in the mood to put up with your smells, so I had to kill you and thank you that I did it quickly, because I wanted to put your head in a cow's anus "
When he finished cleaning his ax, he continued climbing the steps until he reached the wooden doors of the motte where the guards let him pass.
The old king who was looking at the fire in his fireplace turned around when he heard some footsteps coming from the stairs, so he walked to his table from where he took a golden cup and poured some wine into it.
After this, he held his glass and drank the wine he had, with the way he enjoyed the sensation of having his throat moistened by the wine.
From the corridor Anders entered the room where the old king was, seeing him a hypocritical smile formed on his face.
"King Harald I'm glad you are well I think even you look a little younger."
Harald lowered his glass and looked at Anders as he laughed "Anders if you were not one of my most faithful warriors and the only Berserker leader I have, I would personally love to cut out that tongue you have.
But I'll pretend that what you said was just stupid caused by the smoke from my burning city. Now tell me what do you know who set my city on fire. "
Anders gave Harald a wry look and walked to the table from where he took Harald's jug of wine, from which he took a large gulp.
Harald clenched his fist as he watched the wine run down Anders's mouth, "What are you doing, Anders?"
Anders ignored the king's words and continued to drink the wine until the contents of the jug were gone, after which he threw the jug towards the wall.
To take a few steps and face Harald as he pulled out his ax, which he placed on his neck.
"It is nothing personal Harald but your wife and the other nobles of the other tribes do not agree with your government, so we have reached the painful decision of having to eliminate you.
We even had to bribe some Catholic nobles to attack the wall of Danevirke. Those bastards were quite expensive to convince.
But you know your wife paid for every damn gold coin they asked for just to enjoy how your reign fell. "
Harald who was being threatened by Anders' ax knew that his life was ending, because if what he said was true then he had lost all the support of the tribes and his own family.
So after exhaling a bit of air, he looked seriously at Anders, "I want you to do me a favor not as a king, but as a friend if you ever considered me as one.
I would like you to look for the tribe and especially the son of a bitch who killed my son and you will kill him "
Anders scratched his chin and looking ironically at Harald ended up giving him a smile "I have to admit I like the way you think, you know you're screwed and you still have enough balls to ask me a favor.
Very well, Harald, I promise you on my honor as a Berserker that I will set up an expedition for next year.
In which I will take your most faithful warriors who have not been purged by your wife and the rest of the nobles so that together we can look for the sons of bitches who killed your son.
But that's all I'm going to do for you since from now on… "
Anders moved closer to Harald and calmly removed the gold crown from his head.
"Let's say you have stopped being king and from now on you are a bastard whose life depends on his wife, who will decide what life so
miserable you're going to have.
But rejoice because among all your adversities your wife is not going to spend the nights alone because most likely she will share a bed with her entire team of warriors in charge of taking care of her.
I've even had the chance to be with her a few times, but the way she moves in bed just didn't quite please me.
I have to say that my tastes are more a bit of hearing them scream mercy, although I highly doubt you want to hear that.
Now all we have to do is wait for your wife to enter this place and decide what kind of ending you will have "
Anders then brought his face close to Harald's ear "But you can be sure you're going to cry like a whore."