So, as usual, the system elves are basically unreliable. They can only rely on Egil's efforts alone.

"Um...um...um...um...um...um...um...um...um..."

"Are you constipated?"

"No, I actually thought of a very good name."

"Hey? It seems that you have devoted all your experience to the cause of cheating and murder. Can you still hold even a milligram of artistic cells in your head?" Perhaps because Egil strongly rejected suggestions that conform to the aesthetic view of the system elves before, the system elves are in a bad mood at present.

Of course, just ignore these.

So Egil opened the system interface and took his fingers as a brush. Although he had not received any kind of painting skills such as sketching watercolor oil paintings and Chinese paintings, at least he still had a little of the ability to draw crayons in kindergarten. In addition, the pattern drawn was very simple, so the system finally recognized this thing.

"It seems...well, is it a dove?" The system elves used the questioning statement in uncertainty.

"That's right, it's a pigeon." Egil was very proud-of course, and he didn't quite understand why he was so proud...

"The dark blue background, and the dove with an olive branch in my mouth. This is the national flag pattern I chose," Egil said.

"Are you going to change your career to become a world peace organization?" asked the system elves.

"No-oh." Egil was still in a state of extreme pride: "Is it a porch flying on the sea with an olive branch in her arms, what is the allusion?"

"Noah's Ark."

"Yes, extermination of humanity - disaster - desire for land - powerful navigation technology. Is this not commensurate with Viking?" Egil said.

“…”

So the system elves created the pattern imagined by Egil. After Egil looked at it and expressed satisfaction, he dyed the pattern on the flags and military flags of all Norwegian towns.

"It's almost that. Good luck, stupid dove." The system elf said angrily.

"There are also discoveries of the new world and greed." Egil added in a low voice, but his face was still very happy.

At this point, the Principality of Norway became history, and the Kingdom of Norway was officially established. In the same year, in July of the millennium, the first king of the Kingdom of Norway, Egil I and his dwarf allies formed a coalition. Egil I was passionate in his words and quoted various allusions in history, fully demonstrating the fact that England has been the sacred and indivisible territory of Norway since ancient times.

In comparison, the dwarves seem much simpler: take revenge, go to death, the elves!

So, a total of 8,850 Norwegian Army, 3,400 Norwegian Navy, and nearly 20,000 dwarf soldiers and a total of 30,000 Nordic coalition forces were dispatched in nearly 500 warships, all the way to England.

At this moment, there are still wars on the British land... Ireland & United Kingdom of Wales vs England vs Scotland. The Three Kingdoms War was in a mess. Although England, which had an absolute advantage in territory, population and resources, currently has the upper hand - the trend of alliance between the United Kingdom and Scotland has become increasingly obvious...

If the charge of the Scottish Highland warriors was enough to crush all fronts under the blessing of the desolate tone of the Scottish organ, then the longbow technique used by the Welsh people, combined with the strong warriors raised in the mountains and forests, can form an indestructible line of defense. The combination of such spears and shields cannot be regarded as even the powerful Kingdom of England.

Under such circumstances, the coalition forces led by Egil landed on the Auckland Islands - a snow-capped frozen island controlled by the Norwegians. A temporary camp and wooden fort were built here. After that, the diplomat No. 1 took Egil's handwritten letter to Edinburgh.

"I brought an army of more than 30,000 people, including powerful and violent Viking warriors, and dwarf warriors in heavy armor. Do you want to be my friend or an enemy?"

King Kenneth I of Scotland saw this short letter with perfect words and fonts for a long time and said speechless, and then asked: "May I ask, your lord... is the new Norwegian king, His Majesty Egil, is that right?"

"It's true, His Majesty the King." The diplomat said without being humble or arrogant.

"So, what exactly does he want? What are his conditions - you know, we highlanders are indeed in a difficult situation now. We are indeed in a trough. But this does not mean that we will surrender easily! Even if it is destruction, we must drag the invaders together to let them see the ambitions of our highlanders!"

Kenneth's bold words were completely untouched by the diplomat No. 1. After all, he was a diplomat from a genuine brand. Such a threat was not enough to shake his mind.

"Your Majesty is generous and heroic, and the warriors in the Highlands are very proud. However, if Your Majesty wants to fight against my Lord, he has done something wrong... A smart person should not turn someone who could have become friends into an opponent." The diplomat said this.

"Hmph... If he was really a friend, he would not have appeared at the door of the Highlanders with such a huge army." The King of Scotland said.

"No, no, your Majesty, have you just seen the crisis brought about by this incident, but you have not seen the opportunity for you? For example... the war between you now and the Englishmen... does not seem to have an advantage."

"The Highlanders can solve the matters of the Highlanders themselves." The King of Scotland waved his hand and said indifferently.

"So, if our Norwegian army turns around, form an alliance with England, and use its naval superiority to continue to attack the coastal areas of Scotland and Ireland... how should you solve it?" asked Diplomat One.

"I don't know what the fate of Scotland is-but if that's the case, I will definitely kill you to sacrifice the flag!" said the King of Scotland in a stern voice.

"No, no, no... Your Majesty, you still got a wrong order... Your Majesty killed me first, and then my Norwegian army would become enemies with Scotland." The envoy's unlucky attitude made the King of Scotland a little helpless.

"Tell me about your conditions."

So, finally let go.

The diplomat No. 1 smiled confidently, and then said: "The 30,000 army - a total of 30,000 most elite Vikings and Dwarfs, will help you win the war with England."

"So, what price do I have to pay?" asked the King of Scotland.

"It's just a small, insignificant, and useless desert island." Then the diplomat took out a beautiful map drawn on the parchment and pointed at the King of Scotland. Please read it, Your Majesty.

"The Auckland Islands, Hebrides, Skye Islands, and Cole Island are just these barren places."

However, the King of Scotland opposite was no longer thinking about what the diplomats said. He just stared at the map in the hands of the diplomats - the map of the British Isles produced by the system, which was a 100 million-50 million exquisite map. In this era when surveying and mapping technology was completely lacking, it was simply priceless.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty?" It was not until the diplomats took back the map that the Scottish king recovered from shock and greed.

Then I felt an unusual horror.

"It seems that it's not a matter of one or two days for Norwegians to spy on the British Isles - no, this is not the point. The point is why they can draw such an exquisite map? It's like a scene that God can only see when he stands in the sky and overlooks the ground... This, this..." I didn't even know what to say for a moment.

It was like the feeling that some natives expressed after seeing the globe for the first time: Oh, it turns out that the earth is actually round. So why don’t we fall down when we stand on it? This way.

Of course, the premise is that he will believe this.

Of course, there is no reason not to believe it.

Under repeated urging by diplomats, the King of Scotland remembered the serious matter.

"Barrowing islands?" His Majesty the King linked the positions of the islands mentioned by diplomat No. 1, and directly connected them into an arc. How can you look like a siege? Barely your sister? Barely your sister? Barely your sister? Ah?

"I can agree to your conditions." However, in the end, after repeated consideration, His Majesty the King agreed to the other party's conditions - after all, although he said it very well, but seeing the strength shown by the other party - including the large army of 30,000 and a small map. Coupled with the activeness of Norwegian pirates in recent times, His Majesty the King knew what the consequences of his rejection were.

"Believe me, you made an extremely smart decision." The diplomatic group once again took out a two-way treaty from their arms, transferred the island, formed an alliance between the two sides, and the Norwegian army helped Scotland defeat England, and even the dividing line between the two sides' division of English territory. Below is Egil's stamp - also a dove with an olive branch in his mouth.

"Please sign both contracts. Your Majesty will hold one by himself, and the other will be taken back by the foreign minister to his lord."

"Yeah." So the King of Scotland nodded. This guy was not as generous as Egil. He had a systematic award for stamps and rings. He didn't look like he was literate. But he also had a way - that was his thumb and a bottle of ink that looked expired for a long time and tasted strange...
Chapter completed!