Rise of Rurik

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Olegin and his subordinates were originally very nervous. Since the other party was a Norwegian businessman, it was normal for them to trade with swords. It was even more normal for them to have a group of "slashing masters". Now he is making trouble.

They drew their swords to fight, but it was not their own thoughts.

Olegin signaled that he was not allowed to fight without an order, and he really didn't want to hurt the harmony between Meralen and the Norwegians.

But what happened to those swords reflecting the harsh sunlight? !

Olegin took a closer look and found that the swords they were holding were actually made of the same material as his own.

"They... I bought a hard sword with ten pounds of silver, and I used a pound of gold to inlay its lines. I spent the equivalent of twenty pounds of silver for this sword. What?! They These people actually have a hard sword in their hands?!" Thinking of these "Norwegians" in burqas, Olegin completely believed in their strong financial resources this time.

Looking at the children lying on the ground and trembling in the corners, Olegin felt that these wild children and the Norwegians in burqas had nothing to do with each other.

His active mind has quickly given up the plan to use force. Since the other party is very powerful, are they a caravan sent by a powerful Norwegian tribal leader on the other side of the mountain? If you can do business with these wealthy guys, wouldn't the many troubles faced by your tribe be solved?

Thinking that they could easily drop a pound of silver coins in the tavern, Olegin, who was short of money, changed his face completely.

Olegin took three steps forward, his eyes pointed directly at Arik, who was holding two swords, as if showing a majestic giant crab with crab claws.

He complimented: "Norwegian guests from afar! I am the leader of Melalen, and I already know your wealth. If you are very willing to do business, I am your good friend. Please don't be nervous, please take your weapons."

Arik was a little dazed for a while. He wanted to chop off the heads of a few idiots in a fight, but when he saw that the other party with the most powerful people had taken their swords, he couldn't say anything else.

Rurik, who had been half-baring his head all the time, had been observing secretly, and since the other party had left the army, he got out of his cousin's shelter.

He lifted his burqa, showed his clean little face and golden ponytail, and asked loudly, "What are you doing?! Why are you beating children?!"

"You? A child?" Olekin squinted his eyes in surprise: "Who are you? Are these wild dogs your family?"

"Not really.

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"Who are you? Aren't you afraid of being killed by my people, like these people?" Olegin pointed to the children lying on the ground, and he felt that this strange child in front of him could be frightened.

"Why should I be afraid. I know you. You are Olegin, chief of the Mellarens."

Olegin was slightly surprised, he couldn't help looking at the private soldiers left and right, and shouted with a smile: "Oh, it seems that my name is spreading on the other side of the mountain, even a child knows it."

Those private soldiers laughed, like a mockery.

Rurik was not angry, and said coldly: "Don't hurt these children again, all your people leave."

"Haha, even a child dares to order me?"

"No! I..." Rurik calmed down, "I know at least one brave person who should attack more brave ones. I see yours beating children, what kind of bravery is this."

For a moment Olekin's heart was full of anger. He lowered his voice and said viciously: "They are not children. At least not children of my tribe. They are a kind of dirty wild dog. They often steal, and now they are trying to Attack me. Far away Norwegians, are you going to save these wild dogs?"

Rurik looked at the children who were sitting foolishly at the base of the wooden wall and waiting to be beaten, and he was banging. When I think that I need to do large-scale business with these guys, I don't need to say I feel disgusted. It is really nothing more than the leader of the dignified tribal alliance!

Rurik originally had some good fantasies about the leader of the alliance, Olegin. He learned some public opinions that were unfavorable to this person through various channels. He didn't expect to see him today, even the most reliable leader. too far.

Disgust is disgust, he Olegin is a leader, and he is also a leader. For the benefit of the Ross tribe, the business must not only be done, but also bigger, because money and materials are the most real.

Listening to this person's words, it seems that the Melaron people are also enduring the theft by outsiders. Because of squeezing people's grievances, Olegin, the leader, uses cruel methods.

Rurik looked again at the raised heads of the shivering children. They were indeed men and women, and all they cast were pleading eyes.

Suddenly, he thought of the children he had met not long ago, who had also been expelled by the Melalen women.

It seems that whether it is the leader or the commoners, they are driving out the wild children from outside?

But where did these children come from? Judging from the blond hair of the children, they had a typical Nordic appearance, and Rurik could be sure that the refugees of one of their tribes at that time probably experienced exactly the same tragedy as Carlota last year.

save them?

certainly!

Rurik made up his mind and said loudly, "I can save them."

"Just you? The distinguished guests from afar, accept your kindness! I really can't imagine how you Norwegians are so kind. Aren't you good at robbing slaves and selling them? If you don't mind, please tell me your identities. "Olegin's disdain was beyond words.

tell him his identity? Of course you can't call yourself a Russ.

Now that he is playing the Norwegian, Rurik has an idea: "We are from Balmerk, I am the son of Balmerk, and this time we cross the mountain to visit you."

Olegin was stunned for a moment, then put on a fake smirk, "Balmerk? Ah, so it's you!"

He didn't know that Rurik was playing on the scene, and in order to avoid embarrassment, he had to act like he knew the so-called Balmers.

Actually? The inhabitants of the port of Narvik in this era have not yet integrated into the Norwegian tribal alliance system, they are still self-contained and very closed. Of course they are Norwegians.

"So, can you forgive them now?" Rurik continued.

"Forgiveness? Of course you can, but need... need money."

"How much can you buy their lives?"

Olegin could not have imagined that this beautiful boy would be so proactive, but he is not a guy who really does anything to get some money. After calming down, he has realized that these mad dog-like children are actually vicious dogs in every sense.

Recently, there have indeed been some refugees from the north in the tribe, and they are almost all young children.

Some merchants are gathering these children, and some wealthy households are selecting men and women who can be cultivated among them. As for the remaining children, in short, the private soldiers patrolling by themselves can always get reports from the clan, and find one or two tough boys every morning. little corpse.

This is really unfortunate. The clansmen can't stand the presence of dead bodies near their homes, and they also complain that their property is often stolen.

Who is the thief? Those foreign children who infiltrated the tribe must be thieves.

It would be great if someone could take away the filthiest guy left, dead or alive, even if the perpetrator was a group of Norwegians.

Olegin didn't think much about it, "A child has a silver coin, give them to me and let them go." After that, he counted the ones who were obviously able to walk, "Give me twenty silver coins, as for those lying on the ground, Forget it."

Having said that, Olegin immediately made preparations to kill, and those who had iron swords in their sheaths finally revealed their fierceness, and completed the beheading neatly, without even blinking an eye.

"Alas! You are!" Rurik was taken aback, noticing that the wide-eyed eyes of the child who had witnessed the death of his comrade were almost dizzy, and behind him was the humming of metal drawn swords.

"Killing people in front of us? What are you!" Arik felt strongly insulted. He had two swords in hand again, and shouted: "Real man, just fight with me."

Olegin shook his head regretfully with a taut mouth, motioned his men to pull away a pile of small corpses, and continued: "You should thank me. Anyway, you can't save these people by taking them away. They are too seriously injured. I gave them joy. It's strange that you raised these children as slaves and sold them, and you pity them! You are the strangest Norwegians I have ever met."

Rurik gritted his teeth, why didn't he feel insulted?

Is a human life worth only a silver coin? It's ridiculous. Or does this Olekin feel that he has the power of life and death in all things?

Rurik's anger turned to anger, he resisted the humiliation, signaled his cousin to stop trying to provoke those people, and personally untied the purse of his cousin's waist. As if holding a medicine ball in his hands, he threw it with all his might, and was caught by a private soldier and presented to his master.

"It's a pound of silver, and we bought their lives!"

Olegin opened the purse and saw that it was full of fine silver coins, and couldn't help but be amused. Although there is not much money, the silver is in excellent condition, which is a good surprise for him who is very short of money.

"Now, let them go." Rurik continued.

Olegin nodded and stretched out his hand to signal the private soldiers to move out of the way, so that the controlled children could escape.

Rurik turned his head to look at the children, and shouted loudly, "Follow me now! Just walk and you will live!"

However, many children were frightened by the blood just now.

"Hey! Can't understand Norse? Follow me, give you food, and give you clothes."

With such a promise, the child stood up boldly and tremblingly, dragged his hungry body and tentatively walked towards Rurik. During this period, three boys even ran away, making Rurik really speechless.

Olekin shrugged and said deliberately, "You see, you think you are a good man? These wild children don't appreciate it."

Rurik didn't say a word, watching the rest of the children walk faster and faster, the last one sitting in front of him panting, tugging at their legs with their dirty little hands. He was obviously the same age as them, and they were as thin as skeletons, and their clothes were torn to the point of non-existence, exposing their horrific ribs. It was terrifying.

One by one they were screaming hungry, and Rurik was at a loss for a while.

Olegin turned his face away and looked at the wild children who were mingling with the Norwegian travelers, and said loudly: "The rest is your own business. There are too many wild children recently, if you Norwegians can take them away , it can't be better. I hope you can always have kindness and help me solve some troubles." He hooked his head again and muttered: "Although your kindness is stupid."

Olegin took his men to leave one after another, and the area where the situation was very tense once again returned to peace.

Those Melalen people who hid to watch the play, after they walked out one after another, or continued to watch from a distance, there were also women carrying baskets and a little dried smoked fish.

A nonthreatening old woman?

Arik dropped his guard and asked the man's purpose.

She handed over the fish in the basket and threw it directly on the ground. Those hungry children didn't care about being dirty, so they grabbed it and stuffed it in their mouths.

Rurik couldn't say anything. In the end, the kindness of the Mellarens can only be maintained by an old lady?

He tried to talk to the kind old lady, but the old lady also said: "You are Norwegian? It's a little different from what I saw. You better take all these thieves away, and don't let them die in us. tribe, and never appear with us."

"Ah! You hate them so much?"

"A bunch of thieves! Please take them away, life is hard enough."

Now Rurik has given up. The so-called kindness of the old lady is just a disguised expulsion order.

The old lady left after delivering the fish and meat. Seeing that the children were no longer in serious damage to the rags that covered their bodies, they could no longer be ashamed. They were really like puppies lying on the ground eating. After all, it was Canglin who knew the etiquette. They were one step away from starving to death, so they didn't care about what to eat.

Rurik felt a little sorry for the three boys who escaped, and followed him and knelt down as servants. They could have a good future as New Rus.

Too bad they ran away.

What is a bit of fish? Rurik ordered his subordinates to untie the pockets where the dry food was stored, take out the precious wheat cakes in the bag, break them into pieces and distribute them to these hungry children.

The mercenaries did so, and everyone knows that the master of Rurik must take these boys and girls as servants, and then become the targets of training on the hills west of Roseburg. It is very likely that these children who eat like wild dogs, ten Years later, it can be trained to become a very effective "war dog".

Rurik was not in a hurry to hear about their identities. Anyway, they could understand the Norse language, and it was time to go back. Bringing them all back would be an unexpected gain of this trip.

"Eat quickly, follow us to the beach after eating, I will arrange warm accommodation for you tonight, everyone can change into new clothes and eat good meat."

While the boys and girls burst into tears, their mouths kept chewing. They raised their heads, and already regarded the handsome Rurik with a golden ponytail as a savior sent by the gods.

At this moment, the three escaped boys actually reappeared! And this time they didn't come alone, with some children behind them? !

They looked around timidly, then hurried across the open field in front of the Olegin leader's house, and sat down in front of Rurik, panting, almost the last of their strength.

Rurik saw that except for the three boys, the other ten seemed to be girls? This is strange. Oh, maybe the calamity before, some kids run fast and hide first?

"Give them something to eat and let them recover."

The mercenaries obeyed the order, and each of the new children shared a little wheat cake.

It seems that some people have recovered some strength, and Rurik can't wait to ask: "Tell me, where did you come from."

A shaggy-haired boy who looked less than ten years old grumbled reluctantly, "We're from... Uppsala."

"Uppsala?!" Rurik remembered a large tribe in the northeastern part of Lake Mälaren at that time, with a population that was probably a little more than the Ross tribe.

"How did you Uppsala people get here?"

The boy asked back: "Aren't you... Norwegians? How do you know about us in Uppsala?"

There were no more Melalen spectators around, and Rurik couldn't help laughing as he looked around, and the mercenaries also laughed.

"Norwegian? That's lying to that idiot. We are Russ, and I am very noble. Kneel down to me now and be my servant, and you will not die."

They were so humble that they only prayed to survive, so they knelt down in front of Rurik.

"Now I declare that all of you are my servants. I am Rurik, Rurik of Rus, and I will bring you back to Rus, and then you will not be Uppsala. You are Rus. Stand up and follow me."

The group of Uppsala boys and girls who ate something, at least they are no longer swaying, but they are still extremely hungry. Rurik was very happy to go to the market by himself. He only brought a little ration to satisfy his hunger. The food was not much, and after being distributed to the hungry children, they would not be suffocated to death.

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