Things weren't looking good for the Vikings in Northumbria but they had managed to survive the first day of their conquest despite Northumbria claiming victory in this fight.
Luckily, this was a war and not a battle, the Vikings knew that this war should have concluded by the end of the next day.
They needed to give it their all, with the sons of Ragnar reunited.
Nothing was stopping them from fulfilling the faith that Ragnar had shown in them.
Ragnar knew if he died, then Northumbria would create monsters that even they couldn't possibly hope to conceive.
However, he knew that the gods wouldn't abandon a man like him, he was everything a warrior ought to be.
"The gods haven't forsaken us…" Tyr said as he stared at the prisoner that Sigrid brought a prisoner that they could question but none of them could speak their language.
Tyr didn't know what to do, things would have been a lot better if they had Alf with them but they didn't.