Rise of Rurik

After the birth of Zirurik, the series of auras inherent in him caused the traditional mode of the Ross tribe to choose the strongest leader through competition, which collapsed in an instant.

Yes, who would refuse the "Son of God" to lead everyone to become rich and powerful? As things stand now, positive changes are taking place across the tribe.

The humblest of men, who had been forced to cling to the mighty men of the tribe, began to receive the favor of the chief family as never before, and they became strong supporters of Rurik.

The tradition of selecting chiefs by battle has lost its soil, and the Ross tribe began to realize hereditary system in Rurik's generation.

Many clans in the alliance have completed this transformation. Those clans that have held power for a long time do not rely on the buff of mysticism. They rely on their strong economic capabilities. The largest landowner has hereditary power naturally.

But in the most populous and powerful Melalen tribe, Olegin's family did not really control the highest power.

There are many wealthy people in the tribe, and they are big landowners who own a lot of fields, ships, and even cattle and sheep.

They are surrounded by a large number of tenant farmers and serfs, and they also rely on this financial resources to support a group of private soldiers.

As usual, they paid a tribute to the leader Olegin every year. Of course, for them, the so-called tribute was a symbolic bit of wheat. Tribute is more like taking a form, so-called many wealthy landlords do this, swearing loyalty to the chief.

At least in Olekin's area, he has huge financial resources and private soldiers, which can ensure the stability of the family's power and the political ecology within the Melalen tribe.

What about the next generation?

The eldest son, Carl, is a natural nobleman. He has a high self-esteem and has never failed to compete with others with weapons.

Olegin was a strong man when he was young, and he had the last laugh in the struggle within the family. However, in his life, he has only one son, Carl. Therefore, he named his only son "Karl", which means "strong man".

Olegin married many wives, and all he got was one daughter after another. Unlike his own failed brothers, Olegin could hardly feel their cuteness due to the existence of a large number of nephews. These boys grew up one by one, all eyeing their own power.

To maintain power, we can only rely on the personal ability of the eldest son.

Young Carl is young and strong,

When he began to grow a beard, he was deliberately led by his father to approach women, in order to make the family members prosper as soon as possible.

A few years later, when Karl has grown into an extraordinary warrior, Olegin finally got his wish to have his own grandchildren, but he is still a granddaughter...

Only the strong among men can inherit the identity of their leader. For the benefit of the family, Carl gradually indulges in women's lust.

Just like the people of Melalen who threw their seeds rough, Karl was doing the same, and finally, in the past few years, Olegin had his own grandchildren one after another.

A brightly dressed and very tall and strong young man, he paused his free time for a while and returned to the ruling core of the leader of Melalen, the castle surrounded by thick wooden walls.

He was Carl, and at the age of thirty, he cut off his hair from both temples with a knife, leaving only the tip of his head to the back of his head, which was carefully braided. He almost wore an alienated Mohican hairstyle, and he deliberately cut his beard short, which made his mental outlook full of competence and the strength of a man.

A large number of Melalen landlords knew that they could not have the power of the leader. In order to maximize the interests of the family, they had to deliberately have an affair with their daughter and Karl. It was best to give birth to a boy, so that Karl, who was likely to become the next leader, depended on his grandson's Relationships get a piece of the pie.

They really need each other.

Carl's rare return, Olegin did not mean to blame, and some just welcomed his son.

It was rare for the father and son to sit down and talk without the interference of a third person, but Carlton was not in a good mood.

"Father, do you mean that Rurik is coming? A mere child, you see him as a compliment, and you even interfere with my life."

"Alas. That Rurik is said to have been blessed by Odin. The mysterious Rus has become very active in recent years, and I have to watch out for them."

Carl was very disdainful: "Could it be that you are afraid of them?"

"Fear? Bah!" Olekin's anger suddenly came up: "In the alliance, I don't allow anyone to threaten the power of our family."

"Don't you think that Rurik is a threat?"

"It's just those rumors and the information passed on to me by spies that make me have to be cautious."

Father put on a scheming face, which Carl found boring. "The spy told me all about it, but there's something strange about that boy, and so are the Rus. They're training those kids, and they've made some really good weapons, so what does that say? A threat?"

"I'm afraid it's a threat." Olegin shook his head with a sullen mouth.

"I don't think so. No one can challenge our power."

"At least in the era I ruled it was fine, but you! When you are the leader, you must beware of the Rus, whose ambitions are no worse than yours."

Carl was really upset by his father's threatening tone. He grabbed the knife in his hand and said viciously: "He will come tomorrow, and he will come well. Then kill him to avoid future troubles."

Olegin was shocked by the words of the eldest son. He estimated that because the eldest son was a little frivolous and had a high self-esteem, it was really possible to do something wrong regardless of the overall situation.

"That won't work! If he really died with us for nothing, he would be enmity with the Rus people. At that time, other tribes will not trust us, and they will feel that there will be a conspiracy when they go to the meeting."

"So what? Is there anyone stronger than us? We Melalen don't need outsiders."

"You!" The son was actually stubborn at himself? ! Thinking of something, Olekin slapped the table with anger: "Stupid! Our ancestors forced the Gotlanders to withdraw from the alliance, and now they are the hounds of the Danes. Don't you want more allies to withdraw from the alliance? Are we an enemy? Now the Rus are attacking the Gotland and the Danes frequently, and I have not seized the opportunity to rescue the Ostara crisis. Many tribes resent me, and many tribes admire the Rus Otto, and you, actually wanted to kill Otto's son."

"If you don't save the Ostarans, it's your fault! If I were the leader of the alliance, I would have organized an army to fight back." Karl couldn't control his emotions and directly contradicted his father.

"But if we do that, we'll have a decisive battle with the Danes, and we'll lose a lot. The other tribes will stand on the sidelines, and in the end, we, Melalen, will lose the most. Do you think I don't want revenge?" From Carl's point of view, it really makes sense for the world to scold Dad for being inauthentic.

Carl shrugged: "Then I will meet that Rurik tomorrow to see what that so-called son of Odin is."

Hearing the disrespectful words of the eldest son, Olekin was a little scared: "Let's show some respect, at least we have to respect the great god Odin. Maybe that child really got a favor."

"Forget it. I think it's still useful to sell the grain for a lot of silver coins. Since the Russ brought a lot of money, we will make a deal with them. It doesn't matter what the son of Odin and the blessing of Odin are at all."

What else could Olegin say about this, the only thing he felt relieved was that the eldest son not only miraculously maintained his physical strength when he was hanging out with a group of women, but also looked at some issues pragmatically.

Yeah, getting money now is the last word. The Ostara tribe was destroyed, and Olekin was notorious for seeing death. He felt that he needed a victory to rebuild his authority, and the war required the Melarens to take the lead. You need to get money by various means, and you are using the money to replace your army with better swords and shields.

When Olegin asked the merchant Gould to reveal his demands, he could not have imagined that the Russ would react so quickly. The Russ came with a huge amount of silver coins, and he already had a plan in mind to get the money.

The appointed day has come.

Early in the morning, Rurik changed into his costumes. He was draped in a coat of mink stitched, a tight hide wrapped in gold thread bound around his waist, and a short sword and a dagger hung from the belt as usual. He deliberately wears necklaces strung with amber and glass beads to display them flamboyantly. A snow fox fur is worn on the top of his head, and the furry fox tail is draped behind his head, echoing his golden ponytail.

He is a beautiful boy, his gorgeous clothes show his power and wealth, and his firm eyes make anyone who sees him for the first time feel that this child is unusual.

This time, Kawi also rarely changed into the clothes that Gould made for him. He felt that he was no longer a soldier fighting for his life, but a businessman. Wearing this gorgeous coat that was obviously Gould's sons who were about to come of age, Arik's mentality was really contradictory.

If possible, he would rather put on a leather armor inlaid with gold and silver, put on a helmet with riveted copper skin, and turn his two swords around his waist to meet the leader.

Of course, Arik is also eager for wealth. He is eager to express himself with beautiful things. It is best to keep his martial arts while wearing colorful clothes, so that he can let his opponents know that he is a unique and ruthless character when he is standing in front of the battle.

"It's strange, I'm a soldier, not a businessman. Now I think I'm your son."

Gould sighed secretly in his heart, he wished that one of his sons could have even one-tenth of Arik's martial might. He smiled and said, "The servant will help you get dressed. My hero, I'm sorry to have wronged you today. Just play a businessman."

"Well, I was worried that if I changed clothes, that guy wouldn't recognize me."

"Olegin had better not pursue what happened a few days ago. But an apology still needs to be done." Gould continued, "We are not going to seek revenge and provocation this time, but to implement what we negotiated before."

Hearing, Arik stretched out his hand to stop the two maids from serving. He turned his head: "Attention! It's your negotiation. I'm here this time to help my brother get things done."

"Oh, yes. We all need heroism to bring courage to you to everyone, and I hope your aura can deter them, and make them pay the money and hand over the food obediently."

The resistance in Arik's heart will never disappear, and he will never make a so-called apology. If he must make any statement at that time, he plans to tick off the first sentence without saying a word, and use silence as a way of contempt. He also has his own bottom line. For example, if he, his brother and the Ross tribe were insulted by each other's words, how could he do this? Draw your sword and fight them!

Arik couldn't think of the risks that would come if such a thing happened. He regarded himself very highly and boasted that he could single-handedly cut a bloody path. As for the worst outcome, sorry, because Arik has never tasted the taste of failure, he has nothing to do. fear.

These thoughts in his mind Rurik guessed a lot.

Yes, is it possible for a ruthless man who has slashed and killed countless people on the battlefield to surrender to a person he hates?

Rurik only hopes that after landing for a while, nothing will happen, and the cousin must not take the initiative to lose control. Rurik still made a little insurance, so the entourage were all carefully selected people. For example, the mercenaries who were born in Melalen were arranged to continue to rest on Gould Island. Experienced Yevlo.

Two polar bear skins as gifts were bundled and placed in a wooden box. On top of the leather were two bear heads with their brains removed and their mandibles removed. The concave eye of the bear's head hole and the sharp fangs on the upper jaw show its terribleness, and the upper jaw bone was knocked out as a whole, so that the entire bear head can be completely put on the leather helmet of any warrior.

After dinner, Rurik and his party were full of energy. They boarded a long boat, and against the refreshing lake wind, the rowers rowed hard to the shore.

This time, Gould, for the first time, hung a small flag on the onlookers who had collected Hengfan. It was a piece of white linen cloth, and two oars-shaped cloth strips dyed in sky blue were sewn on it.

This is the "oar" symbol used by the leaders of the Ross tribe, and those who know it will naturally understand it.

Hanging the flag stitched to the face is actually Rurik announcing his power to the Mellarens.

The ship docked, waiting for the two "princes" of the Ross tribe to wait for a long time.

In fact, this man waited on the beach with a group of private soldiers, and finally helped the private soldiers who pulled the longboat to the shore. They had already had a confrontation with Rurik and the others for many days. Only this time, when the two brothers were dressed in costumes, along with the accompanying guards, they were also carefully dressed by Gould.

The private soldiers were busy paying attention to the fact that all the Rus people wore expensive leather jackets and fine furry hats on their heads. Their wealth was really enviable.

So, who cares about the faces of the Rus?

At that time, Rurik and his party were all wearing burqas, and most of their faces were always covered.

None of the private soldiers realized that something was wrong, but they also noticed that something was wrong, and that was the obese Gould who was obviously accompanied by a little girl. Oh no! Maybe it was two little girls.

The bald-headed messenger made a very comical gesture to Arik who was dressed in full costume, holding his heart and giving a warrior salute. "You must be Rurik of Ross. Dear guest, allow me to lead you to the most honorable ally."

Facing Oolong, Arik really wanted to laugh.

Fortunately, he noticed the real Rurik's gestured look from the corner of his eyes. Not only did he hold back his laughter, but he also suppressed his emotions and said, "Oh, here we are. I don't want to say anything else, take us away."

Hearing the voice of "Rurik", the messenger always felt a bit familiar. He was looking at the group of Rus people who landed, and especially glared at the two little men who were accompanying him.

The messenger's mind was a little confused: "Wait a minute! My master ordered me to welcome the two sons of the leader of Ross, and my master does not allow women to see him, not even girls. Maybe that Arik didn't come? If so, you ... the honorable Rurik of Ross, you can go alone."

At this point, Arik couldn't hold back his low voice any longer. He laughed out loud, and the messed up messenger Melalen and the rest of the private soldiers were all confused.