Rise of Rurik

The festival has always been fixed on December 28, because for the lower dimensional regions, the sun only shows up and hurries down during the day.

The Franks celebrated Christmas three days ago, and the major festivals were so close to each other that the Danes didn't think much about it.

The Ross tribe was stuck on the fringes of the Arctic Circle, and on December 28, they could only see the only glimmer of the sun's rays near the horizon.

The most important event of each tribe's festival of Hanukkah is the gathering of all tribes at the large stone boat-shaped altar built by each tribe. The priests lit a lot of oil lamps, slaughtered the sacrifices and prayed to the gods. If Aurora came, the gathered people would kneel one after another, as if only at this time, prayers could be best understood by God.

The big festival of the Ross tribe was brought forward a day. When the sun on the 27th was about to fall, all the residents of the tribe, including all the guests, washed themselves with soap purchased from the priest and dressed in the best clothes. After taking a few bites of jerky, he walked towards the huge stone boat altar on the edge of the Roseburg settlement.

Under the dim light, a large number of wriggling shadows suddenly appeared on the snow-covered ground!

After a while, a large number of torches began to replace the evening glow.

After a while, a large number of fires appeared in the snow-covered oak forest, and the bonfire used for the lighting of the sacrificial venue had been lit! New 81 Chinese website updates the fastest computer:

At this time, the aging Villa is also doing the final preparations.

With the help of the lower priest, she put on her thick clothes. She couldn't help but glanced at her antler helmet that had been wiped clean for decades, and swallowed hard.

She prayed silently: "When I can no longer wear it, it is my death. If I must die, let me die on the altar and die under the light of Aurora!"

Suddenly, Bona came hurriedly: "High priest, the dog star Sirius is almost at his position, let's go."

Villa's heart sank, and she turned her head and said, "I'm about to leave! Come on, Bona, help me hold my antler helmet..."

The cold fjord is suddenly lit with stars, and the cold is the warmth of the world for the bonfire.

When Veria walked slowly to the stone boat altar of the tribe with the help of the lower priests, more than 4,000 people had gathered here at this moment! New 81 Chinese website updates the fastest mobile terminal: https:/

There are more than 7,000 people and visitors of the Ross tribe, no matter which clan or tribe they belong to, Hanukkah is the same everywhere.

This time at the sacrifice, Rurik followed closely behind his mother as usual, mixing into the huge crowd.

The Novgorod women who were married were all pregnant, and their slightly bulging bellies were covered by thick leather coats.

They will naturally become new Rus when they marry, and once again participate in the major activities of the tribe. In the huge crowd, everyone is sighing that the Varyags are numerous and powerful. The awe of men with helmets, round shields, and axes pinned to their waists.

This is how Peravina is. She is already giving birth to a new life. As a mother-to-be, she needs the most sense of security. His husband is from Varyag, and what Arik and other Varyag youths are very similar to is his strong physique. Seeing the image of the fully armed, it seems that he is not going to the altar, but to the battlefield.

The wealthy warriors of the tribe are more than happy to wear their full attire on the day of the festival, that is, their own armor and formidable weapons.

For Rumia, her feelings were even stronger, and she couldn't help thinking of that horrible night.

The murderers are all here! He was among the murderers, just like a poor deer, at any time reduced to the hunter's food.

"People...a lot of people...I'm afraid of getting separated from you. I'm afraid." Rumia, who was wearing a thick coat and still hung the silver ornaments over her clothes, tightly tugged at Rurik's sleeves. She insisted on deliberately displaying her silver ornaments, so that, like the fearsome warriors, she was a servant with a master.

Rurik could understand the girl's fear.

"Don't worry, it's just a sacrifice. Hold me tight, no one will hurt you..."

Thousands of people gathered in the glade filled with bonfires, and soon the entire clan's inhabitants would gather here. It was the first time for a herdsman like Rumia, who was used to living in an empty world, to experience a crowd of people.

Facing them, can the deer breeders have a chance to win?

As if all the deer breeders united, they cannot defeat the Varyags, and no one in the world can beat them.

This year's Hanukkah offering is no different from previous years.

Rurik gathered with the families of his father's close associates, paying particular attention to the strong men carrying wooden boats.

Father Otto appears!

"Brothers, work hard!" Otto gave an order, and more than 30 people abruptly carried a boat without a mast.

Under the light of the torches held by the lower priests, they carried the wooden boat into the altar and slowly lowered it in front of the high priest Willia.

Otto gasped for a while, carried the skewer over a distance and dropped it in the new river, it should be the work of the young man.

As the leader, even though Otto was very old, he had to force it.

He had to insist, like Priest Veria, who had almost died wearing a huge helmet with antlers.

Yes, now Veria is leaning on a cane, and while she is wearing a thick leather jacket to keep warm, she covers her trembling legs.

The antler helmet is too heavy, and she really shows a strong sense of seriousness and mystery when she wears this on her head.

After a while, five excellent reindeer were brought over.

They are reindeer that have been domesticated very well. Their eyes reveal indifference, staring blankly at the surging crowd and listening to the noise of humans around them.

They don't seem to know that their end is coming.

The residents couldn't help but discuss the grand occasion of this sacrifice, and many people began to recall the great harvest of the previous hunting operation.

There was also a discussion of the servants of the chief's son.

How could such a humble servant be given silver jewelry inlaid with gems by Rurik? And the clothes of this servant are better than that of ordinary girls in the tribe.

Rumia listened to others' opinions on her, and a sense of danger emerged, and she subconsciously grasped Rurik's leather jacket more tightly.

But her eyes quickly focused on the deer.

deer! It's all my deer!

Mom and Dad, and brothers and sisters, you...

Everything is dreamy and inconceivable. Although I am well fed and clothed now, all my family members were killed by these Varangians, and the tragedy was released not long ago.

The deer on the altar are witnesses to the tragedy, but these witnesses are about to be given death by the Varyags to offer their Odin.

The Varangians are celebrating their great festival!

The worship is about to begin!

Rumia tried her best to remain silent, only tears turned into traces reflected by the bonfire.

After resting, Otto approached Priest Veria and said respectfully: All the offerings have arrived, can we start? "

"No, just wait."

"High priest, your sacred deer helmet is too heavy, maybe we need to start quickly and finish quickly."

Villa was a little unhappy, she slowly raised her head to look at the sky, and said calmly: "The position of the stars is not right. Aurora is not very bright now, we have to wait. You don't have to worry about me, chief."

"All right……"

"Boss, you need to prepare first, if you can..." Suddenly, Villa thought of something. "Leader, bring your son and that servant."

"They? This..."

"Go!"

Otto didn't know the reason for Veria's whims for a while. He approached the crowd and quickly pulled Rurik and Rumia out.

The situation became extremely abrupt, and Rurik really couldn't understand whether he was too old to participate in the ceremony in person.

The sudden change made the waiting crowd very strange, and a pair of eyes stared at the two small figures standing in front of the priest.

"Grandma...why us?" Rurik asked curiously.

Villa looked serious, and she commanded with a heavy voice: "Now, kneel down!"

Her voice was so oppressive that Rurik dragged Rumia to his knees without thinking at all.

"Rurik, now hand over your saber and give it to me."

Rurik, who was relieved, did not rush to draw his sword, and hurriedly asked: "My sword? Why?"

"Silly child!" she snapped. "This is the first sword made with Odin's wisdom. Our tribe has acquired Odin's wisdom. We must take this opportunity to express our gratitude."

"So it is."

Rurik obediently presented his steel sword, Veria held it in his hand, and looked at the cold light of its blade, not only a burst of admiration.

"Grandma, then we..."

"It's up to you to cut the deer's neck!" Villar exclaimed suddenly.

"Ah? I... what am I going to do?"

"Didn't you hear it?" Veria continued to order in a low voice. "Child who received Odin's blessing, I thought about it. This year's ceremony requires your participation in person. You will use this sword to execute all sacrifices. Wait a moment. The ceremony, I will communicate with Valhalla on behalf of the tribe, and you will personally deliver the sacrifice to Odin."

"This……"

"Listen, this is your mission. You must participate in the future sacrifices. And your servants..." Villa looked at Lumia, who was trembling on her knees.

"Rumia, servant of Odin's well-wishers, look up!"

Rumia was stunned for a moment, then quickly raised her head obediently.

"You raised these deer, and now your master will sacrifice the deer to Odin. You are going to help your master complete this sacrifice, do you understand?"

"I...I understand."

Veria nodded with satisfaction and motioned for the two to get up.

These requests were very sudden. Originally, according to the plan, the work of killing the deer was carried out by Otto himself as usual.

After all, the leader himself represents the entire tribe.

Thinking about it now, although the priest's decision was abrupt, it really made sense.

A large hand was placed on Rurik's shoulder, and Otto could already feel his son's nervousness.

Rurik, he was the kind of ordinary person who had eaten only meat before crossing the road. He didn't even kill a chicken. His greatest achievement was to use a slingshot to blow the head of a house mouse that had run into his house. He didn't think there was anything scary about destroying a mouse. Watching the rat's convulsions before he died, a kind of successful hunting came to his mind!

Large livestock? ! This……

More than a thousand years later, livestock and poultry farming has been industrialized, and the slaughtering work has also been completed by mechanization of the meat factory.

Youdao is a gentleman who is far from a chef, and when he occasionally sees a video of a meat joint factory, ordinary people will at least respond inwardly. To this end, meat factories all over the country have upgraded their equipment. The so-called electric current electrocutes the livestock and poultry, and then the bloodletting treatment, the so-called tens of millimeters to end the suffering of animals, is called humane.

Interestingly, thousands of years later, the descendants of the Varyags who claim to be the most humane and the most environmentally friendly in the world, their ancestors are recognized as symbols of barbarism and brute force.

After all, livestock and poultry have a bloody end, but this will not affect the pleasure of eating stewed meat and barbecue.

It's crazy for a seven-year-old to personally execute a deer whose shoulders are taller than his head!

However, the original Varyag people are like this.

Warriors will order their children to cut off the heads of fish, and then execute the rabbits or other small animals they catch.

All the boys were trained by their fathers to hunt and fish, and were able to skin the prey in person, to distinguish which animal livers could be eaten directly, and to learn fire-making skills such as drilling wood to make fire. These are the skills a man must have to survive.

Rurik was destined to learn these abilities, he was seven years old after all!

Otto wanted to take it easy. Although his son was "Blessed by Odin", he had great ambitions, and Otto sometimes felt that his son was more kind than other children.

Treating friends with kindness is a good character. As a leader, will it make his subordinates feel that the leader is not strong enough and brave?

Suddenly Otto felt that the priest's decision meant something else.

Otto asked softly: "Rurik, you are afraid... tell me the truth."

"I...I'm really scared."

"Don't be afraid, boy. You are the future leader, and even if you are only seven years old, you must show your strength to others. Listen, a man who dares not kill a deer is a coward!"

"I'm still a little worried..."

"Don't think too much, I'll keep the deer under control, and when you stab the sword into the deer's neck, you'll be successful. You can't be afraid of blood! Listen, there will be many more terrifying enemies in the future, and you will need to chop them off. Head! You are not brave now, you are not a hunter, you are a prey."

Rurik didn't want to say that he was apprehensive when he saw a lot of blood, which is really normal for normal people. It's like a recruit, who might not even be able to diaper when he first goes to the battlefield, but after a lot of experience, he won't be afraid of the corpses of his comrades, let alone blood and death.

Soldiers of any era are like this, even those on long ships, in the face of some obvious unfavorable battle, they will be afraid and will flee cowardly.

Rurik gritted his teeth, nodded deeply, and tried to be very brave: "I will kill the deer, I will not hesitate."

Even so, Otto could still feel his son's worries.

It is not surprising that natural warriors are rare. For example, in children's wrestling games, many children must be trampled by the winner again and again to become brave.

This is the military action led by Otto himself. He prefers to bring strong men in their thirties. One reason is that they have enough experience, and they are brave and even thirsty for blood!