Rise of Rurik

Telavis's heart has been satisfied, he does not have much logical consideration, he is completely defeated, and obeying the strong is to fulfill his oath. He knelt down to kiss Rurik's boots, and upon seeing this, his sister Cypolava followed her brother's example and did exactly the same.

Compared to her brother, Seporava is really like a leaf drifting on the Oulu River in autumn, and she no longer cares about her fate at the mercy of others.

The two children stood up and subconsciously stood beside their father Mechasta.

Rurik opened his arms and took off his helmet, revealing a clean and beautiful golden ponytail. He was smiling, giving people a completely comfortable feeling. But this child, just now clearly showed a cold side.

This smile even made Yevlo and other people involved in the "decapitation of the dead" operation feel contrary. Clearly a cute and beautiful boy, he was stunned to make such a move.

Mechasta has lived for so many years, and through this smile, he can clearly feel the unfathomable abyss of this beautiful boy.

Rurik reiterated: "I gave you one last chance, and you are still defeated. You are brave, and I admire your courage in defending the mountain fort. We Rus revere the brave, and perhaps this battle could have been avoided. But it was you who took the initiative to attack my servants. There was a captive who claimed to be from the grey squirrel tribe, so we came to crusade you! Because, you attacked my servants."

This remark is that Rurik is looking for a reasonable reason for the attack of the Rus people. This set of words is obviously the first thing Otto said to the Salmon Lord tribe. Now, Rurik finally told these words to the real gray squirrel tribe.

Mechasta looked ashamed, and he pressed his words to the bottom of his heart, but he dared not say that it was the expedition he sent. But that's the reason for the Rus' attack. He had to imagine that if he hadn't sent an expedition, if Woima Kashad and those people were all dead, his own people would not have suffered extinction.

Today's gray squirrel tribe has been wiped out, and the remaining people will live with new identities.

Next, the Russ army who finally achieved the final victory, their faces filled with the joy of victory, marched to Grey Squirrel Hill Fort according to the agreement.

Even if Mechasta led the tribe to surrender completely, they still had to pay some price.

That is all the property and supplies they have stored, they are the spoils of the Russ, and they are the conditions that Rurik and Otto can satisfy their subordinates.

The vast number of Rus soldiers, they loyally followed the leader father and son to fight, just looking forward to winning a lot of benefits.

Otto knew this, and Rurik knew it too.

In this era, don't expect that this group of savage warriors can really be restrained by some kind of restriction, some kind of awe-inspiring belief. Rurik had lost his innocence, and after experiencing the blood-stained "North Hunting Operation", he really understood that the courage and bestiality of his clansmen were all for the frantic plundering of wealth after the battle.

An inappropriate analogy, the Rus who entered the mountain fort became like a swarm of locusts.

They scavenge all things of value, and are especially focused on finding fur and food.

The sun had already set, and the young Rus warriors had the right to enter the mountain fort first to search, and Otto played a leading role. He escorted the former owner of the mountain fort, Mechasta, and asked him to identify all the warehouses and cellars.

A large number of squirrel skins and deer skins were found, and there were even two bear skins and more than ten wolf skins.

There is no doubt about the value of leather, Otto wants to get more good things, but this Mechasta claimed that the only valuable things in his hand, apart from leather, are a lot of smoked and hard dried fish.

Otto took it for granted that this person was lying, and ordered his men to search with all their strength.

This search is incredible. A cellar entrance with wooden poles inserted has attracted the attention of more than a dozen Rus soldiers.

As the wooden pole was opened, the fishy smell of smoked dried fish in the cellar came out.

For Russ who don't think there's anything wrong with eating raw herring, the fishy smell is a delicacy. They thought that what they found was the food warehouse of the local people, but no one expected that there was a large living person hiding in it.

This person is none other than the imprisoned Voima Kashad.

In the claustrophobic cellar, the Rus people carrying torches in the depths immediately scuffled with poor Woima Kashad. The guy who used all the tricks to escape Ross' claws was finally beaten and dragged to the ground with blood all over his face.

Even though there was a lot of blood on this person's face, the people on the ground recognized his identity at a glance.

"It's the dog we ran away from. He's not dead."

"No way! Could it just look alike?"

"No! Go and report to the leader, we found the escaped dog!"

After all, Wojma Kashad had sworn allegiance, and he is now a fugitive slave who deserves to be tried.

At this moment, Otto, who had been staying in the mansion that belonged to Mechasta, had completely become the owner of the mountain fort. The former owner is now just sitting on his knees and listening to him.

Otto sighed at the shabbyness of the locals. He thought about it, these guys are not Gotland after all, and they didn't get too much oil after conquering them.

Just when Otto was upset and worried about Rurik, who insisted on staying outside the mountain bag with the submissives, a soldier hurried over and then kneeled on the ground respectfully.

"Big Chief, we found someone."

Otto said casually: "An enemy? Kill him!" After that, he also looked at Mechasta, who was submissive: "We made an agreement that those who are not evacuated must be killed."

Mechasta was a little surprised, he guessed who the so-called person was.

The soldier who reported the letter looked embarrassed: "But, that guy is..."

"What is it?"

"It's your escaping hound."

"It's him?! Woima Kashad, damn dog!" Otto's anger was instantly ignited, he suddenly stood up from the bearskin seat, and asked, "You didn't kill that man, did you?"

"Exactly!"

"Go! Let's go out, I'm going to publicly kill this unfaithful dog!"

Otto approached the door of the wooden house angrily, and looked at Mechasta with his head hooked coldly: "I'm going to kill your people. Remember, the betrayer must die."

Yevro, who was instructed to act as a translator, not only translated Otto's words, but added his own facial expressions, and the words became full of intimidation.

Mechasta was so frightened that he hurriedly said that he did not dare to rebel.

Just outside, a large group of Rus held burning logs and surrounded the visibly beaten Voima Kashad.

Otto walked into the crowd arrogantly, untied his foot and shoved the people who were curled up in a ball.

"You are a stupid dog! Now you must die." After that, Otto chose two people at random: "You two, pull this sinner up, and we will publicly execute the traitor."

Otto has a natural lack of trust in the Grey Squirrel tribe because of Wojma Kashad's escape. Otto sorted out many things during this period, and he felt more and more that behind the whole war, there was the operation of this dog.

Pardoning the survivors of the tribe was entirely Rurik's claim.

According to Otto's own idea, except for the young woman among them, the rest of the tribe will be executed at the same time.

Rurik had never had this idea of ​​Otto.

Outside the mountain fort, under the escort of the remaining soldiers, what Rurik did was to appease the terrified new servants.

Maybe Rurik, who took off his helmet, gave others the impression that he was a beautiful boy, a boy who had nothing to do with violence.

Rurik went deep into the camp of the vanquished. He came with his bare hands, and behind him, of course, was a group of warriors with crossbows.

Those women and children did not dare to act rashly, and the surviving men also kept quiet, two hundred pairs of eyes looked at Rurik, and then listened to his kind words.

"I am your master now and I will take you all. I will not humiliate you, as long as you remain surrendered, everything will be fine.

A woman who has lost her husband will get a new husband. Children who have lost their parents will be nurtured by me. I will keep all of you alive as long as you surrender.

We have found a mountain of iron in the north, I will order you to dig ore, and I will send someone to teach you to smelt iron. You don't have to hunt squirrels anymore, all of you will be miners I can count on. You mine ore and smelt, and you will be sheltered by our Rus people, and you will not be hungry.

If anyone dares to attack you, he will go to war with the Rus. When that time comes, we will help you fight..."

Rurik reckoned that these people were in extreme panic, and what they needed most was the conqueror's guarantee of the right to life.

He made such a promise and sketched out a picture of a bright future for the Grey Squirrel Tribe in public.

Also because of his language, which is spoken in the relatively fluent "deer breeder's language", Kewen people can understand it completely, which invisibly increases a sense of intimacy.

After Rick finished speaking, a middle-aged woman with crutches and strange braids stood up with a leather drum.

From his appearance alone, Rurik immediately realized that this man was a shaman.

"I'm Porra, and I'm the shaman of the tribe. Son, are you the lucky one blessed by your god?"

Rurik completely understood what this man said. He understood that this woman's name meant "owl", and looking at her outfit, it really meant something like an owl.

Looking at such a strange person, Rurik felt a little strange. Because this middle-aged woman really has the meaning of a forest elite, mysterious and ghostly.

Rurik made up his mind, anyway, she was pretending to be a ghost, and she should be more serious.

"Everything is prophecy. A revelation from our God tells me that there will be a battle with you. I know your language, and it's a miracle."

No one thought such remarks were bizarre. The survivors of the Grey Squirrel Tribe, including Telavis who sincerely expressed their submission, were all looking at the arrogant blond boy with shocking eyes at this moment.

There are many people looking at the surprised shaman, waiting for her opinion.

Without the leader, the shaman is the leader of the tribe, the shaman Polla, who suddenly twitched all over her body, and then uttered the ghostly owl sound of an owl while beating the drum furiously.

When the tribesmen saw this, they all knelt down.

"What's going on?!" Rurik felt very strange, and an inexplicable sense of tension also sat in his mind.

After the owl chirping, the female shaman muttered a lot of words in convulsions that no one could understand, giving Rurik the feeling that this guy was communicating with their god?

In fact, Rurik knew that this was just a ritual of "possession", and those who didn't believe naturally didn't believe it, but these tribesmen made it clear that they believed it.

All the Rus people onlookers were at a loss, and Rurik muttered secretly: "You are really good at learning how to call birds. You really deserve to be a woman called an owl."

He couldn't help imagining that if there were a few priestesses in his tribe who were good at learning how to sing birds and bears, life would definitely add some fun, and the priests could also enhance the sense of ritual. In fact, Russ is like these Kowen people, and Rurik really knows that his own people also believe that mountains, rivers, and oceans are guardian gods, otherwise they would not have large priests at the seaside every spring.

The shaman finally regained his silence, and the kneeling people also got up one after another.

The shaman with the leather drum left the crowd and boldly stood in front of Rurik. A mercenary wanted to drive the guy who was close to the gold master, but Rurik stopped him.

"Have you finished communicating with your god?" Rurik heard the news as if he was very knowledgeable.

The shaman nodded and said yes, then she raised her drum to face the other clansmen: "The mountain god, the river god and the great lake god have all decided that this boy is our master. We need to trust him! Because, he is a god !"

Listen, Rurik almost couldn't hold back. He really did not expect such a flattering person, but the shaman's praise to him really saved him a lot of trouble.

Rurik noticed that the fear disappeared from the faces illuminated by the bonfire.

The little girl Cybolava, who had always been obedient and empty-eyed, actually approached on her own initiative.

Rurik's collar was pulled by the little boy with a braid of hair, "Master... Are you really a god?"

"I..." Rurik wanted to deny it, but looking at the current situation, it seemed meaningless to openly deny it. "I am a person blessed by God, maybe I really am God."

"Then you are God. My father asked me to be your woman, and I am very happy to be your woman. Master, are your promises true?"

In fact, Rurik was a lot taller than Polava, and the two were actually the same age, only eight years old.

Rurik was only an eight-year-old body after all, he was an old fellow at heart, and now he was more pragmatic.

He stroked the girl's forehead and said in a gentle tone, "I will keep my promise. I am the backer you can rely on. All of you are my people."

Seporava is a little girl after all. She naively thinks that this boy has no hostility and can get close, but she does not know that it is the weapon and the army that this boy invented that caused heavy casualties of the gray squirrel tribe.

Rurik comforted the Seporava, named "Cute Squirrel," as if he were comforting his own child or his sister. After all, this girl and that Telavis are nobles in this tribe.

If you want to control this tribe well, you must first control the noble people, followed by the shaman holding the drum. As for the Mechasta, Rurik felt that the future use of this person might not be very big.

For the future belongs to the young, to his own generation, to the young Russ and all the young servants under Rurik.

Just as Rurik quickly appeased the survivors of the disorganized gray squirrel tribe with a series of promises, convincing them that he was a credible conqueror, Otto rallied a crowd of warriors, holding torches high, and marching out of the nearly collapsing horde. door.

The survivors who had just stabilized their mentality were now panicking again.

Rurik hurriedly reassured: "Don't be afraid! I will protect you, I am your master, and no one dares to hurt you."

Having said that, Rurik hurriedly ran to his father, and at this glance he also saw Woima Kashad who was being escorted.

"Ah! It's this man? He's not dead?!"

"He must die." Otto glanced at the detainee and said to Rurik, "Now I have a task for you."

"What's the matter?" Rurik asked curiously.

"It's up to you to execute this hateful traitor."

"Ah?! Could it be that you asked me to execute him personally?!"

"What? You dare not?!" Otto scolded, "Remember, you are the man who wants to inherit my career. For traitors, you must kill them."

"This……"

Rurik, who thought that he was strong enough and especially cold-blooded, hesitated on the spot when he heard his father's order.

"Don't worry. Execute the traitor, it's your power, it's what you have to do. Today, you must execute the traitor in front of those servants. You have to establish your own prestige and show your servants to them. manner."

Rurik understood Otto's words. Otto was a very pragmatic old guy. He ordered him to execute this man, and at the same time as establishing his prestige, he was also killing an example.

Rurik glanced at the small face and then looked at the dying Wojma Kashad, who was obviously beaten, thinking that this guy has really been unlucky for the past month.

Kill him yourself? With a sword?

Rurik's heart was beating, the weather was cold, and sweat was oozing from his forehead.

A thought suddenly popped into my mind.

"No! I can't do it myself."

"Huh?" Otto was taken aback. "That's not good! You kill him right here, this is my order."

Rurik saw that the two warriors had already pressed Wojma Kashad to the ground, and the man had completely given up his resistance, exhaling indifferently like a walking corpse.

"That's not going to work either." Rurik said anxiously, "My sword cannot be contaminated with the blood of this traitor. He must die, but in a different way."

"Oh? What are your thoughts?"

"I? I have my own ideas."

After a while, Voima Kashad was tied to a pine tree, and in front of him were as many as sixteen crossbowmen in two rows.

All the survivors of the Grey Squirrel tribe were ordered to watch the execution, and the rest of the Rus, the Salmon Master and servants, held torches aloft as spectators.

Woymakashad was blindfolded by a rag, and the head of the cloth was stuffed in his mouth, although Rurik didn't think the man had the energy to swear or something.

Rurik had already thought about it. Since he was going to execute a traitor, he would make the pomp bigger and make a real example.

With a short sword, Rurik became an arbiter, and no one expressed disdain for his small stature and young age, because almost everyone believed that this son was the "Blesser of Odin".

The execution of the traitor was supervised by Rurik, especially at night, which was even more solemn, as if Rurik was completely authorized by Odin and Valhalla.

Facing everyone, Rurik said loudly in Norse language: "Everything is because of this man. He led people to attack and enslaved the deer farmers. He provoked the war between us and the salmon master tribe. He Bring the scourge of war to the Grey Squirrel tribe. This man is the root of all evil! He must die!"

Rurik repeated the same words in a language that Kovins could understand, which immediately resonated strongly with all Kovins.

Even if it is a servant, it is helpless. If so, who wants war?

Everyone couldn't beat the Rus, so they threw their anger on Woima Kashad.

The dying Woima Kashad is indeed not so wronged. He originally wanted to watch the Russ fight against the opponents of the Grey Squirrel Tribe for a good profit, but the result was obviously the most ferocious monster.

Rurik heard a lot of swearing in his ears, all of which were accusing Voima Kashad.

"Alas! You are also a pitiful and hateful person." Rurik shook his head and muttered, turning his back to the bound man.

"Yavlo!"

"exist!"

"Execution!" Rurik ordered loudly.

Yevro personally led the mercenaries to raise the crossbow, and with an order, all the crossbow arrows hit the prisoners who were tied up. Woima Kashad died immediately, and the death was indeed a bit useless.

"It's over." Rurik raised his head and glanced at his father Otto: "Dad, maybe we can get out of here."

"No!" Otto made a serious face. "It's not over yet!"

"Not yet?!" Rurik asked with wide eyes.

"The war is not over, unless the remaining tribes are willing to surrender to us. Listen, Rurik, our purpose is to conquer all the Kovins. We, their masters. All the Kovins in the future must be like Novgo. Just like the Rhodes, pay tribute every year!"

"Okay, it's exactly what I want." Rurik didn't say any more. After all, he and his father had exactly the same attitude towards this matter. However, Dad obviously wanted to complete the conquest of all Kewen people as quickly as possible, and even made the "North Hunting Action" become "Conquering Kewen People Action".

It's been too long since I left Roseburg!

Rurik had some gains, he felt that he had finally become a man with animal nature.