Rise of Rurik

The mysterious aliens have a clear identity. They are the Kowensu Omi people, part of a group of Finns with a weak sense of existence, but a real existence.

The leader calls himself "Woima Kashad", which means "a heavy rain".

From the name alone, Rurik estimated that it must have been a torrential rain when this guy was born.

The leader showed a strong bow and kneeling demeanor, showing a flattering smile from time to time, as if the people lying in the snow were not his tribesmen who died in battle.

To be honest, Rurik was a little disgusted with the surrenderer, and the victor was disgusted by the instant pug gesture.

Now that he knew the identity of his opponent, Rurik even hoped that this guy would resist again, so that his subordinates would have sufficient reasons to kill him.

Maybe this person is still useful?

Rurik motioned for Yevro to untie the hemp rope that bound the leader's hands.

Yevro was taken aback: "Master, let go of his restraints, and he fled."

"Then let him escape." Rurik pointed at the crossbowman under his command in disbelief, "I only need one arrow to kill him. Like, easily shoot a snow rabbit."

The hemp rope was loosened, and this Woima Kashad had no intention of fleeing.

Because of the battle just now, he not only realized the terrifying military might of the Varyag people, but also learned that this group of madmen also had deadly weapons, causing his subordinates to die inexplicably.

But as he fell into the Varyag group, he also understood that the so-called mysterious weapon that could easily kill him was essentially a bow.

Another point is that a group of strong men, and even southern Suomi (Fin) warriors, nodded and bowed to a little boy, he also found it inconceivable.

Unchained, the guy tried his best to get closer to Rurik.

This move made Yevro instinctively vigilant. He had a sword and axe in hand, determined to protect the safety of his master.

"Oh, my new master, I am one of your hounds. I am the most loyal."

"Beautiful words!" Yevro scolded angrily.

"What did he say?" Rurik asked.

"nothing,

Just to show a loyalty. "

Rurik heard the man continue to shout, and asked again: "What did this guy say again?"

"Master, he is asking, are you commanding normal battles?"

Rurik climbed up the snowy slope with his steel sword in hand. He ordered impatiently and casually: "Tell him, I am in command. Yelov, tell him to shut up."

"As ordered."

Instead of tying the captive's hands, Yevro tied his mouth with a rope. He ordered some mercenaries to wind the crossbow, saying that this unbelievable guy could be executed anytime, anywhere.

Compared to the chaos on the hills, Rurik had the only prisoner on hand.

Otto on the top of the mountain blamed himself for not restraining his subordinates well, and he did not leave a single prisoner. On the contrary, his subordinates did not attack the slaves who were controlled by the aliens. The slaves were trembling in the cold wind of the hills, at least, they were still trembling.

As for the deceased aliens, they were blown into ice lumps by the cold wind from the North Pole in a very short time.

A short warrior climbed the hill, the sunlight piercing the clear air, reflecting dazzling light on the bronze shield of his leather helmet.

Rurik's victory did not make Otto wait long, and he was delighted to see his son ascend the hill victorious.

Otto casually greeted several brothers to follow him to greet Rurik. He was a fighter first, and then asked: "Are you completely victorious? Did anyone get hurt?"

After the battle, Rurik surprisingly lacked the joy of a victor.

His heart was still a little excited, and he replied with a blank face: "We are safe and sound. I basically killed all the enemies with just arrows."

"Ah? Is this true?" Otto was taken aback.

"It's true, there are enemy corpses all over the hillside now. Now, only one enemy has been captured." After saying that, Rurik made a wink, and poor Woima Kashad was escorted.

Yevro even kicked the captive, causing the man to kneel on the ground.

Otto looked at this guy and couldn't help recalling: "I just saw a guy with a strange hat running away, maybe it's this guy."

"Yes. When I decided to shoot him, the man did wear a hat."

"What a coward." Otto suddenly raised his steel sword with both hands and chopped it down.

However, Otto stopped the moment the sword edge almost touched the captive's neck, and in exchange, it was Woima Kashad's loud plea for mercy.

"What a coward. How could he be such a coward who captured a group of deer keepers?" After speaking to himself, Otto didn't forget to spit.

In Otto's eyes, those deer breeders themselves were a group of cowards, who were naturally oppressed. In other words, the deer breeders and their reindeer were the same for the Rus.

Those people are naturally tamed, and Otto doesn't have too much contempt for them.

However, the guys who escaped on the hills, they were clearly collapsed at the touch of a button, and they could still capture and enslave the deer breeders?

With the appearance of a prisoner, Otto quickly figured out the full situation.

Now, this Wojma Kashad, who was kneeling on the snow with his hands tied again, began to tell his story to the chief of the Rus people among the Varangians.

It turned out that just last fall, a Cowen hunting party exploring the north dragged their sleigh away from their stronghold after the first snow fell. There were 50 people in this Kewen team, but because of a sudden snowfall, the work of keeping warm in the wild for the night was not done well, and five people froze to death overnight.

For them, winter hunting is for great wealth and high risk. After all, it was not themselves who died. The living people felt that the deceased was "taken away by the Snow God", and then decided to continue north.

They came for the precious furs from the north, so the Russ searched their hill camp and seized more than 200 ferret and fox furs!

Even more than a dozen deerskins.

So in a very short time, Otto completed the distribution of all the seized leather. For example, those warriors with enemy bloodstains on their swords and axes can reasonably benefit. Those who did not drink blood with swords had to be allocated some cheap booty.

The Covens did not hunt a herd of ferrets entirely themselves, but during their expedition hunting, they attacked a clan settlement of deer keepers.

In the battle, the Kowens lost three people, and the deer-raiser settlement was completely defeated.

Except for more than a dozen people who drove most of the domestic reindeer to flee, the rest of the group was controlled.

Just like the attitude of the Rus people towards the deer breeders, the Kewen people also feel that this group of weak people in the north is a kind of natural slave.

The hunting trip actually yielded unexpected results. This Cowen expedition, escorting the prisoners, decided to return home with a large amount of spoils.

Walking along the frozen river, they found a unique hill in the flat forested snow.

As the leader, Woima Kashad had a strong premonition that there was some kind of mysterious power in this hill.

Sure enough, the Cowen expedition was surprised to find that the hill was a huge mine.

Otto and Rurik heard the man's self-report, and they were a little surprised that their group also had an adventure with the deer breeder.

Otto was still shocked when he heard about the discovery of the mine by the Cowen people.

Kneeling Woima Kashad said with regret: "We ordered the deer breeders to dig for us. We originally wanted to dig some ore and bring it back to make iron tools. Unexpectedly, you appeared."

"You still have iron tools? But I saw that your weapons have a lot of stone spears. Even the arrows are made of bones." Otto said disdainfully.

After Yevro translated these words in their original form, Wojma Kashad tickled the humble head called the Weak.

For Rurik, the discovery of a huge open-pit mine was exactly what he expected.

The short day was coming to an end, and the Rus had to build a camp again in the evening light.

This time, the Rus set up camp under the hill and lit bonfires under the cover of the forest.

Because of the Rus people, they would not be foolish to light a large number of bonfires on the top of the hills.

Although the Rus people are not afraid of any enemies, they are worried that the sudden and dazzling fire will scare away potential prey.

Because of Rumia's relationship, the current Rurik has a kind attitude towards the captive deer breeders.

Before Rurik, Rumia was already placating her own kind and asking about the identities of these deer keepers.

Unexpectedly, after going back and forth, Rumia actually asked the other party's details.

Rumia hurried to Rurik, who was eating meat around the bonfire, and said urgently, "Rurik, I have already asked about the identities of those people."

"Is it still your relative?" Otto, who was also sitting on the side eating roasted snow rabbit meat, asked disapprovingly.

It was at this question that Rumia's expression instantly firmed up.

She turned her head to Otto and said, "Big Chief, they are indeed my relatives."

"Huh? Your relatives?!" Otto tugged at his beard and couldn't help asking: "Do you still have relatives? Your clansmen were killed by the gods last winter, and the gods left you alone for my son. As a servant, why do you still have relatives?!"

"It's absolutely true." Rumia's attitude was very firm, which made Otto even more suspicious.

Otto thought for a while, then forced a smile: "I think, it's just that you plan to protect them? You are hoping that I will treat them kindly."

Rumia immediately knelt down and pleaded: "Big Chief, I really hope you don't hurt them. They are willing to be slaves."

Otto shook his head and signaled, "You shouldn't beg me. Remember, your master, not me."

In an instant, Rumia suddenly realized.

Rurik grabbed the pigtails behind Rumia's head like the reins of a horse, and pulled her to him.

Looking into her eyes, Rurik said seriously: "Rumia, do you remember our agreement? I will be the leader of all deer breeders. Those of your kin will now be blessed by me."

For a moment, the girl's nose was sour and she wept with joy.

Rumia's remarks really aroused Rurik's idea before, I'm afraid the girl hadn't lied from the beginning.

"Are they really your relatives?"

After wiping away her tears, she said seriously, "They are really my own. Rurik, maybe you don't know, we deer breeders can list all our relatives before ten generations with our fingers. .I found out that their leader, and my grandfather five generations ago were brothers."

The roast in Rurik's hands nearly fell to the ground.

This has been out of five clothes, can it still be regarded as a relative? Perhaps, in the concept of deer breeders, all deer breeders are family.

Rurik nibbled at the barbecue and stood up to summon his mercenaries, especially Yevlo.

He took Lumia's hand, "Let's go and see your clansmen."

At this moment, Otto did give "preferential treatment" to all the captured deer breeders.

The so-called preferential treatment naturally did not harm their personal safety, and also rewarded this large group of guys with clothes to keep out the cold, and even linen for setting up tents at night.

Otto ordered a little food to be given to them, but no more. He really didn't know that these guys could be as interesting as Rumia, because Otto did not tie their hands and feet with hemp ropes, but only dispatched a few men to ask to keep an eye on them.

All the deer breeders got together, and because they negotiated with Rumia, everyone's inner fears were relieved a lot.

Rurik came with arrogant steps, and seeing a large group of ragged and relatively short people sitting together, he casually asked in the language of a deer breeder: "Who is the leader among you?"

The deer breeders present were all excited when they heard it.

Rumia immediately roared; "Uncle Arska, stand up! He is my master and a good person."

After a while, a short middle-aged man climbed out of the crowd.

In the dim light of the campfire, Rurik looked at the man with a special face.

Through this person's face, Rurik clearly saw the shadow of an Asian, even more like an Asian than Rumia.

That's right, the ancestors of this group of deer breeders migrated from Siberia, and they hadn't mixed too much European blood in this era.

Because of this, the height of the deer breeders is not as good as that of the Finns.

All these years Rurik had seen the strong men of the Roth tribe, and now he saw the grown men of the deer-raisers, who were like a group of hobbits.

Because of their short size, poor weapons, and sparse population, they naturally became a sad existence.

Rurik had already chatted with his father, and he was authorized by his father, so-called that he controlled the life and death of this group of deer breeders.

kindness? of course!

Rurik continued to command in the language of the deer breeder: "All you men, stand up."

Nine low-profile deer-raiser men gathered next to the leader named Arsaka, waiting for Rurik's new words.

"All women, and children, stand up. Like your men, stand in a ball."

The men and women of the deer keepers were divided into two groups, and Rurik was proud to see them all.

The deer breeder Arsaka's beard trembled involuntarily. He was shocked that a Rus boy could understand the language of his own people. He finally couldn't hold back, and asked everyone's most urgent needs: "You...you, can you keep our lives?"

"Are you afraid of death?" Rurik asked deliberately.

"My lord, if a man is doomed to die, please, please keep the lives of our women and children."

Hearing this, Rurik had a little admiration for these men.

Rurik said deliberately, "Why say death? If we were going to kill you, you would be dead. Listen, now you all kneel! Be my servant, and I will keep you all safe."

For the time being, they are indifferent...

Seeing this situation, Lumia became anxious on the spot, and she shouted loudly: "Hurry up and kneel! Master Rurik will protect everyone's safety! He is the greatest saint, and it is yours... it is your samurai. Full!"

It can be said that from Lapland to Magadan, the North Asia and North Asia spanning 10,000 kilometers, the word "shaman" is common to the North Asian ethnic group.

"You... Could you be our shaman?" Arsaka asked cautiously in shock.

Rurik responded accordingly: "Yes. I am your shaman, and even if I am from Rus, I am your shaman. This is fate!"

When things got to this point, Arsaka, the deer breeder, knelt down with all his clansmen and swore to Rurik as a servant.

However, in the eyes of the deer breeders, this magical child who can speak the language of the deer breeders, who is bound to become the leader of the Rus tribe of the Varyag people, is his new shaman.

Usually the shaman is held by the grandmother of the clan, the shaman is the witch doctor and the decision maker of the clan.

In their eyes, Rurik had become their leader.

The appearance of their surrender is really satisfying. Originally, Rurik felt that he still needed some tough measures to force them to surrender completely. He really couldn’t imagine that he would be bored with the language and vocabulary of the deer breeders that he had learned from Rumia. Great use.

"You all get up!"

With an order, the group of deer keepers stood up in unison.

In order to show his goodwill, Rurik took off his sword, took Rumia's hand and led him among all the deer keepers. He made these new servants gather in a circle toward him.

"Now, I am the shaman you can trust, and you are my people. You must show your allegiance to me, the betrayer will be killed, and the loyal will always be protected by the Ruth people."

The leader Arsaka felt that this was a huge favor, and he also felt that it was not so simple.

"Shaman, what can we do for you?"

"Give me deer, that's what you all do!" Rurik said firmly.

"However, our herd was lost. The rest of the deer were killed by the Kowens."

"Don't worry, you will soon go to the territory of our Rus people. I keep some reindeer there, but I am a professional deer breeder. I ask you, if you let you raise some other livestock, such as cattle and sheep, you can ?"

"Yes! Absolutely."

"Very good. From now on you never have to worry about safety again, do things for me in the future, and I can keep all of you safe."

The leader Arsaka felt that he was blessed by the gods, and a saint rescued everyone, and his future life seemed to be full of light.

For Rurik, the presence of these deer breeders was a pleasant surprise. There are indeed very few reindeer on hand, but their professional deer breeders may be able to multiply the deer well. It is not only possible to raise deer, but also sheep and cattle.

In this way, Rumia can be freed from the work of raising deer, focus on practice, and become the most obedient high priest.