Erik was bandaged up nicely and his bleeding had stopped with the risk of infection dropping drastically with this. Sven hoped he would have changed his mind with the time that he was getting his body fixed.

He had never seen Erik this angry, and he was surprised that Tyr could even have such an effect on him but an angry Erik was even more powerful.

There was no changing his mind, they were going to get Tyr back and that was final.

Erik did not even rest as he started running in the direction the soldiers retreated in, it was easy to track them because of the footprints and Sven already knew they were running right into a trap but for some reason, he wanted to see how strong Erik was when infuriated.

"Sven! We should not follow him! We can use them as a decoy and join up with the main force!" Oskar suggested as he ran behind his commander in that direction. Hours had already passed since the battle so the enemies had enough time to regroup themselves and with their higher numbers, there was no way that they would win even if another miracle happened.

"There is no point, Erik has lost it for some reason. I know it is crazy but I do not think that he will lose this battle.." Sven said and this surprised Oskar because he was sounding like one of his warriors that were inspired by Erik.

"Just this once, Oskar. I want you to believe in that man, he is about to show us why they call him a berserker." Sven said with a grin, a grin that surprised Oskar because Sven was pumped up.

"Charge men! They have the son of Ragnar!" Sven shouted to give his men extra motivation because they all liked Tyr so this was easy for them as they were willing to risk their lives for him.

They arrived at the end of the tracks shortly after but there were no flashy traps.

The soldiers met them, they were in formation and the formation soon opened to show Tyr leaving it.

"What is going on? Tyr is not in danger?" Oskar asked Sven but Sven was just as surprised,

He shot his head at Erik but Erik too was shocked as Tyr walked away and Asmund walked behind him. Erik looked at the man that was behind Tyr.

"King Asmund!?" Oskar muttered, he could not believe it because there was no way they could win with Asmund on the field and Erik began walking in the direction they were coming from.

It felt like a hostage exchange, but everyone stood back and watched Erik.

Erik walked right in front of Asmund and Tyr walked past him and back into their unit.

"Who the fuck are you?" Erik asked and Tyr wanted to talk but Erik had a primal instinct that he knew not to question. Before the man could talk, Erik swung his ax and took his head clean off.

"Shut the fuck up, imposter.." Erik said in a blood-curdling tone and he set his gaze on the army ahead of him. Sven gritted his teeth in annoyance because that man would have made the perfect hostage, that was the fucking King of Vestfold in Sven's eyes.

"Kill them all.." Erik commanded and his men charged forward with Erik walking casually and cutting everyone in his path down, he was like an immovable object and unlike his previous battles' injuries, he took no injuries here.

He was untouchable and he was not just using his axes but he was digging his teeth into the neck of his enemies.

Oskar looked in terror, this man was not human but Tyr was surprised that Erik had killed the man that he had just spoken to. Despite him being the enemy, he could not help but feel sorry for him but there was no way Asmund was that weak.

There was something strange about him, and Erik must have sensed it. Erik has fought him and lost to him so that could explain why he could sense what none of them could.

Sven marveled as he now understood why Erik was not dead and how he managed to come out on top.

"Oskar, take the head of that man. I feel like it will prove invaluable in this war.." Sven instructed his right-hand man and he hurried to pick the head before it was crushed beneath the feet of the fighting warriors. Sven then instructed his men to charge forward as he joined in the battle that lasted a good 45 minutes, they had lost their men despite winning due to insurmountable odds. They won because of Erik, he cut down over 250+ in this battle.

He did not take a single injury to his body nor was he out of breath. Tyr looked at him covered in blood from head to toe, it felt like he was wearing the blood.

He did not know if he admired Erik or feared him. Erik turned to face Tyr, who did not join the battle, and walked towards him.

Tyr braced himself because he was worried that Erik was about to punish him, closing his eyes in anticipation but all he felt was the rough hand on Erik on his face, checking if they had injured Tyr.

"You are not hurt?" Erik asked Tyr, wondering why his eyes were closed. Tyr's eyes slowly opened and saw Erik's murderous glare that caused him to inadvertently stumble to the ground.

He remembered what the dead man told him and wondered if he should tell Erik but he thought it best to keep it to himself for now because there was no reason to tell him.

"I am fine," Tyr responded and Tyr let go of his face.

"Good, I do not want problems with your father," Erik said but Tyr knew this was his cover-up to hide the fact that he was worried about him.

"W-We won?" Oskar said but there were only 4 Viking warriors left among them, their army was done but they had done the impossible. Oskar understood at that moment why Erik was yet to be executed for his crimes because they had won this because of him.historical

"They were already defeated when the battle commenced. I do not know who that man is or why he looks exactly like Asmund but he is not him." Erik said with certainty as the last action of the day in Vestfold had played out.