Ragnar was miles across the freezing ocean, locked behind the walls of City Titan.
If the commanders on the front lines didn't learn how to stand on their own two feet without the Iron King holding their hands, the entire kingdom would eventually collapse the second Ragnar closed his eyes.
Bjorn slowly turned away from the window.
"No, Hakon," Bjorn said quietly, his voice calm.
Hakon blinked, "What do you mean, no? Bjorn, we cannot fight a million Frankish soldiers with muskets by ourselves... we need Ragnar!"
" f we sit here like frightened children waiting for our big brother to fix the problem... this city will burn to ash." Bjorn corrected , walking slowly back to his desk.
After hearing such words, Hakon ran a hand through his messy hair, completely at a loss. "Then what the do we do, Bjorn? If the Franks march on us with those new fire-weapons, we are dead."
