Chapter 243 A Strange Alliance?

Kjell had offered Tyr a very strange proposal and it looked like he was acting on his own rather than the orders of someone.

Tyr did not for one second believe a single word that came out of his mouth, he did not drop his weapons.

Kjell watched, waiting for Tyr's answer and Tyr gave him his answer but lunged toward him.

Tyr did not even see or register when Kjell unsheathed his blade, but all he felt was a sharp sting on his left shoulder that forced him to abandon his attack.

Leaping backward as he noticed the injury on his shoulder was shallow but he also knew that Kjell could have killed him with this single strike if that was his intention.

Tyr second-guessed his course of action and knew that Kjell was serious with his proposal.

"What do you want?" Tyr gave in, showing he was willing to cooperate depending on the terms.

"I want the head of Sighvatur and his son. If you could fool Erik into dropping his guard then I am certain you are capable of this…" Kjell said bluntly but why did he want their head considering they were allied?

It was a strange request but Tyr knew he was in a tight spot and needed all the help he could muster.

"Why do you want them dead if they are helping you with the war?" Tyr asked and Kjell chuckled the moment he heard this.

"War? You call this a war? You have fought a war, son of Ragnar…" Kjell reminded him of the past, a past where they were enemies and still were.

"Signy is making a mistake, by using them he is admitting to the world that he is incapable of handling his affairs, this is not a good look for my King…" Kjell said but this brought Tyr to question just one thing.

Why was Signy going to such lengths to crush a clan that could not be a threat to him even in a million years?

"He wants to kill me, does he not?" Tyr could read between the lines, and he was no fool.

He wanted to confirm it now that he was aware of Signy's involvement.

"That is correct but this is no way for a warrior of your caliber to die, you do not deserve to die like a dog but a warrior…" Kjell said; he knew that Tyr was going to die with utmost certainty without his help and he could prolong his death to accomplish his interest.

"And all I need to do is kill Sturla and Sighvatur? You say it like this is a simple task." Tyr said but Kjell had no intention of assisting Tyr in the forthcoming battle rather, turning a blind eye to his movement should be more than enough.

Kjell would allow Tyr to sneak past the encirclement, he intended to stay out of his way and make sure no one stood in it either but this was the only assistance Kjell intended to give him.

If they met on the battlefield, he had every intention of killing Tyr and his men but he trusted that Tyr could find a way to do it without his assistance.

All he needed to make sure was that he snuck behind the defenses, Kjell knew his intentions without Tyr voicing it out.

"You have a plan in place… Sighvatur and Sturla are together, positioned in the East and the other one is positioned in the South, and in the direction you're going is my camp where I and Aksel are manning… I will guarantee you passage but you have a task right now. There is one more person I want dead," Kjell said, walking towards Tyr, who was rooted in place despite his defensive stance.

Tyr did not move an inch as Kjell whispered something in his ear, prompting Tyr's eyes to widen in surprise.

"What!?" Tyr blurted out.

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The people in Gissur's camp were feeling the aftermath of the raid, the hunger was creeping up on them and luckily, the winter helped somewhat with how fast their metabolism worked but thirst was the order of the day, they were dehydrated after the brief battle they had.

Gissur was surprised that Tyr was attempting to do something so drastic but this only made him like the younger warrior even more.

Gissur was reckless, he did not want Tyr to have all the fun because he knew there was no way that Tyr would make it back alive.

Gissur did not show any sorrow despite losing his wife and brother, he knew that these things were part of life and he could not protect everyone.

Kolbeinn was talking to his men, trying his best to keep them from breaking apart because hunger was the number catalyst for dismantling an army.

Gissur spoke about a plan with the other Chieftains but he never had the intention of following it through.

Gissur was always going to do what was in his mind and right now, he needed to fight more than ever.

There was no food and waiting would only make them weaker so what exactly were they waiting for?

Sit until the enemy decides to wipe them off the map?

No, Gissur wanted to hit them while his men were still capable of fighting.

They still had the strength to stand so they should have enough strength for one last battle.

If they were going to die, Gissur intended for them to fight and die like warriors.

He had assembled his men, and Kolbeinn watched him do so but he never thought that he had any intentions of going to fight because if he did, Kolbeinn knew he would have no choice but to join him or their forces would be divided and significantly weakened.

Gissur made his intentions known with a battle cry, and the moment he did, his men raised their swords in a frenzy.

It was clear that their morale was not affected despite their stomachs rumbling, this showed the mental fortitude of the men under him.

Gissur proceeded to shout that they were going to battle and this was the perfect time as the weather was in their favor, the fog had grown thick enough to hide an army but Gissur did not take any of this into consideration and Kolbeinn found that his men's spirit lifted upon hearing Gissur's speech.

He knew he had no choice but to join in the assault despite being against it but if Gissur went alone he would most certainly die or lose his men in an already disadvantageous war so Kolbeinn had to join in to fatten up that slim chance but only if he knew what awaited them in the path they traveled for the men were unknowingly on course to meet Sighvatur and his son, Sturla.