Man, it's cold out here.
How much longer must we stare at nothing?
We can't make money sitting here.
The prince chickened out.
We should've gone to Wessex.
No doubt about it.
Seriously,
we got the short end of--
Incoming!
Look out!
Come on!
Make haste and come at me!
You can't get to Valhalla just standing around like that!
What are you? Scarecrows?
-Damn bastard. -I can't hold back any longer.
Does every last one of you not have the balls to fight?
Ragnar!
Tolerating his attacks dishonors us as soldiers!
We must retaliate!
The soldiers are ready to fight!
The 4,000 of us will surely defeat Thorkell!
Not yet.
This is Thorkell we're facing.
We must be shrewd.
We were tasked with the siege by His Majesty himself.
Now's our chance to show our valor.
No!
When the time comes, His Highness will give the order.
For now, we bare the attack.
Ragnar!
"Then said Jesus unto him,
'Return thy sword to its place.
For all who take the sword
shall perish with the sword.'"
Father,
I'm sorry to interrupt, but may we have some privacy?
Who cares about the orders of that cowardly prince?
We won't stay silent forever.
Come on, let's do it!
Yeah, that's right!
There is no need to worry.
Once winter comes, the order to retreat will surely come.
We only need to be patient until then.
Is he joking?
God,
please protect His Highness.
Damn it.
What a pathetic opponent.
The commander is working hard.
Are they bothering you again?
Shut up, Asgeir.
If they don't fight us, there is no war!
You speak too loudly.
And, they're being cautious.
It's because their commander is the Danish prince.
Huh?
What?
The prince is here?
Oh, didn't I tell you?
I think it's Prince Canute, second in line for the throne.
Mother is here.
Ylva, too.
Ari and the others are loafing while watching the sheep
despite the big fuss about a lost sheep just the other day.
Oh, that's right. It's dinner time.
I must go and tell Father!
Father!
Tonight, we're eating meat to celebrate the Yule.
Oh, that's right. The winter solstice is already here.
It's so warm, that it completely slipped my mind.
This place is nice.
Plenty of pasture.
Moving here was the right choice.
Ylva says it's annoying because we can't get any slaves out here
even though we've never owned a slave before.
It's just like her to say that.
I like it here.
Since we came, Mother seems to be feeling better too.
Thorfinn.
What?
You are my eldest son.
You must protect your mother and sister.
You understand?
Yep.
The two of them are waiting for your return home.
It's a very happy thing to have people like that in your life.
Do you understand?
Yeah.
That's why you should give up pursuing revenge.
Do you think revenge would make me happy?
The village!
Father, what do we do? They're under attack!
Mother! Ylva!
Father!
That wasn't… my country.
It was warm… with waves of grassy fields… as far as the eye could see.
NOVEMBER 1013 A.D., OUTSKIRTS OF BATH
I wonder what's going on in our leader's head.
Winter will be here soon.
The main forces are already up north.
Yet we're stuck here in this bleak village.
Well, at least we'll earn a few silvers before going home.
In that case, we should attack a bigger town.
Bristol is close by, isn't it?
Are you a fool?
What can a mere 100 men do?
What? "Fool"?
You call me an fool?
You heard me?
Seems like only your ears aren't stupid.
What did you say, bastard?
What about it?
Well, after we plunder two or three more villages, we'll be done for the year.
We can try again next year.
I wonder if there will be a next year.
Huh?
We've been rampaging through England for 10 years now.
This year was notably cutthroat.
Even the King of England fled the country.
The King of Denmark has already won.
The war is over.
Really? Isn't it too early to tell?
London still has Thorkell.
You saw how ridiculously strong that bastard is.
Thorkell, huh?
He's certainly strong.
He's a Norse warrior just like all of us.
With England losing, it wouldn't be a surprise if he abandoned them now.
-Get him, Tore! -Good lord.
This again?
Stop! Enough!
What's the problem here?
Ake called Tore a fool.
Tore got angry.
Ake wouldn't apologize, so he insulted him back.
What did he say?
Cattle thief.
He really said that?
Then it can't be helped.
Make sure to notify Askeladd of whoever dies.
What a nuisance.
It's a bountiful land.
It looks like the land of my dream.
A stark contrast to Iceland.
The village must be buried in snow about now.
You're awake early, Thorfinn.
The sun has yet to rise.
Did the ruckus of the men keep you up?
Well, don't judge them too harshly.
They've grown restless with all the ceaseless marching.
Sometimes they need to do this to unwind.
Don't speak to me like we're friends.
Lately, you've been getting the wrong impression.
I'm not your friend.
You're trying to manipulate me, right?
You can go on with your conceit…
until the day
I slash your throat.
You're scary.
If that puny kid lunges at me now, then he's certainly grown up.
Well, time is on the side of the young.
While you grow, I only get older.
The day I lose to you is coming.
It's only natural.
Everyone dies, no matter their strength.
Look around you, Thorfinn.
These stones weren't laid here
by the English of today, the Saxons.
This was the work of the people before the Saxons.
They were a strong race.
But 500 years ago, they were destroyed by the Saxons.
The Romans.
The country was called Britannia.
It was a sophisticated civilization.
Much more than ours now.
You're talking in circles.
What's your point?
You're impatient, aren't you?
You should listen to your elders.
Well, my point is,
the world of mankind ages slowly but surely.
The Romans were wiped out by the Saxons,
and now the Saxons will be wiped out by us.
And the glory of the Roman Empire
will fade further into the past.
Anyway, according to what the Christians say,
the Last Judgment will befall us in 20 years.
It's said that when that day comes, all humans will be killed by God
and the world as we know it will be destroyed.
Ragnarok.
Look, Thorfinn.
Isn't it ridiculous?
It's the dawn… of the twilight age.
There's a horse.
An English soldier?
No, he's friendly.
That's strange.
We're the only ones stationed out here.
Hey!
You there! Halt!
We are the Askeladd army under King Sweyn!
Where are you coming from?
Oh, you're part of the main force?
I'm with Ragnar's force under His Highness Prince Canute!
-I've come with a message. -Prince Canute.
Are they nearby?
Alas, the main force is already up north.
They're returning to home base.
Then what are you doing here?
We just stopped by a village to help ourselves.
You separated of your own volition?
No need to be so stiff.
Your horse must be tired.
Why not trade for a new one?
Thorkell did?
Yes. He's already reached that point.
They are about 500 men. He's only brought his best fighters.
They traced the footsteps of the main force.
Soon, they will reach Marlborough.
-Is that true? -Only 500 men to fight the main force?
Has Thorkell lost his mind?
And the London siege army?
Prince Canute must have had 4,000 men.
They were crushed not long ago.
I'm one of the survivors.
What's that?
Thorkell led the charge coming out from the fort.
Every one of them was as strong as a bear.
There was nothing we could do.
They're headed right for the main force.
Your Highness!
Lord, please let them rest in peace
-and save their souls. -Your Highness!
Thorkell is closing in!
We must leave now!
I found the prince!
And then?
What happened to Prince Canute?
He's been captured.
He's with Thorkell's army.
The surviving soldiers are concentrating their efforts on saving His Highness,
but we've only gathered fewer than 400 men.
Morale is understandably low.
I'm on my way to ask for support from the main force.
Please join us.
Even 100 men would be of great help.
What do we do?
You're the one who decides.
Askeladd.
My God. This is no time to peacefully fade into the twilight.
Huh?
Don't you hear it, Bjorn?
That sound.
It's the coming of Ragnarok.
What?
Bury him.
The horse he was riding too.
You…
You hear me, you bastards?
Listen well!
We are now heading out to save Prince Canute.
We will face 500 men under Thorkell! But we will not align with other armies.
This is the moment we risk it all!
His Highness Prince Canute is second in line to the Danish throne.
No matter which side we hand him to, there's bound to be a great reward.
Can you imagine…
the riches that will be bestowed upon us by Denmark or England.
We won't let anyone steal it from under our noses.
Yeah.
Let's do this!
Victory will be ours!
Let's do this!
Why are you riling them up?
It's Thorkell we're facing.
-Do we even stand a chance? -Who knows?
What? "Who knows?" What do you mean?
It's the twilight age, Bjorn.
If we're going out, might as well go out fighting.
Subtitle translation by Astrid Oliver