Rise of Rurik

A majestic ship hoisted its majestic jibs, and the ships changed sailings into the piers of the Meralonians, and Avrora stood out from the crowd, dwarfing the rest of the ships at the pier.

The leaders of the various tribes in the alliance have arrived, and the leaders, big and small, with their entourage, have already lived in the Melalen market.

They all know that the leader of the alliance has set up a tavern, where ale and even some rare spirits are sold. In order to make more money, Origen decided to think of some tricks after the order. Such batches of strong ale were blended out, which really won the favor of the visitors.

The leaders deliberately went to the Mai Tavern to inquire about the news. No, they really learned some news about the Rus people.

The big ship has been docked at Gould Island, and the leaders are for their own face, especially the Angrath clan leader, Ungriff, who is really full to visit the "defection" Gould family, and he doesn't want to be in the wrong place. The location appreciates the majesty of the big ship.

Rumors have been flying in the market for a long time, and everyone said that the big ship is actually a kind of warship. As long as she hits a certain target, it will easily break it, and she will participate in the battle in this way.

Finally, on the first day of May of the Julian calendar, they no longer need to be troubled by rumors, and they can watch the Avlora arrive at the Melalen Pier without losing face.

The Avlora is docked beside the special trestle for cargo ships. Her relatively flat bottom occupies a large area. Since it is currently empty, her maximum draft is only one meter.

A group of warriors was ordered to stay in the boat, and before the end of the alliance, their food and drink Lazardo would be settled in the boat. The job of these people is to be vigilant, to prevent those who do good things from wreaking havoc on the ship while they are watching.

A load of ropes was pulled to the dirt bank and tied to stakes that were hammered deep into the dirt.

A board that was nailed to the steps was put down, and Otto, after more than ten years, finally set foot on the territory of the Melalen people again.

"Well, not bad."

He was in a good mood, and he didn't care about the large group of Melalen people watching, and he had no intention of paying attention to the messengers of the allied tribes who had mixed in.

He was dressed in chain mail, and hung the jewel-encrusted sword from his waist. On his head was a dark yellow bronze helmet decorated with a circle of pure white mink velvet. His shoulders are also covered with a shawl made of polar bear skin, and some strips of cloth printed and dyed in blue are wrapped around him, and various parts are tied together.

Otto's outfit has a very strong blue and white tone, including Rurik and Carlotta, who are also wearing the same clothes. Even the entourage warriors wore at least one off-white linen cloak with a distinct staggered blue-and-white hue.

This group of people amazed others as soon as they appeared.

People whispered and whispered about the very uniform dress of the Rus. Because the day before, the leader of the alliance Olegin and his "black army" brought their "black weapons" to armed parade in the streets and alleys of Melalen.

The Ross people are here, and the blue and white tone obviously makes everyone feel a little more friendly.

All this was Rurik's decision, even if at first Otto felt it was superfluous. Now that Gould Island has enough linen material, it makes sense to quickly create a collection of signs representing Ross.

"Dad, let's go. Ignore their concerns," Rurik urged.

"Well, we do have something special."

Otto held the hilt of his sword, and his steps were strong and bold. The sixteen guards, led by Yevlo, lined up in an oval, walking in the muddy streets of Melalen, heading straight for Origen's mansion. They unceremoniously shoved anyone who stood in their way, or scolded them to leave, and they were no worse than Origen.

"What are you arrogant about? This is the domain of the Mellarens..."

"Let's go, I don't want to mess with these Rus."

"Look, their clothes are even more gorgeous than the leader's private soldiers. They also have big ships! The Rus people are really not to be underestimated these years."

"Oh, if only they were brave on the battlefield..."

Rurik listened to the strange whispers of the Mellaren people. He noticed that his father's expression was a little irritable. Could it be that he was disturbed by these unkind rumors?

This is discrimination. Even if everyone belongs to an alliance, the alliance does not rely on the so-called "friendship" to maintain it. Melalen is arrogant to face other tribes. They do have arrogant capital. Is this capital sustainable for a long time?

Perhaps the actions of the Rus today have deeply stimulated their three views.

Origen, on the other hand, has quickly transformed his mansion into a meeting place.

The guild will be divided into two parts. The first part is for all the leaders to gather together to discuss substantive matters, and the second part will make the altar sacred and legal.

Most of the leaders had already arrived, but the Russ were the last to arrive.

This is not because the Russ are rude, it is entirely because it takes a little time to wear these gorgeous outfits, and the Russ have to start from Gould Island, and they do not want other leaders to stay overnight in Melalen.

A large number of black guards, with their round shields and short spears on their backs, stood like statues under the wooden walls of Olekin's mansion. Not to mention, the actions of the Mellarens really made Rurik's eyes shine.

"Don't you know Origen about the honor guard? I thought you were the one who ordered you when you were fighting, like a group of wild boars charging." Rurik thought so.

After a brief negotiation, the guards, in surprise, welcomed a group of Rus people into the wooden wall.

After a while, the large-scale guards of the Rus were all arranged to lead the troops in a lounge, and only Otto, Rurik and Carlotta were allowed to enter the official meeting site.

So the meeting place will be a gorgeous and grand place? Actually that's not the case at all.

Rurik looked at the large-scale, unimaginative longhouse with a long doorway, and he pouted relentlessly.

Not so with Otto, who didn't remember Origen having such a strange mansion in his mind.

A large number of wooden columns supported this huge longhouse. At this moment, there were a lot of oil lamps standing indoors, and they completely depended on the lighting of these lights. Even if the outdoor sunshine was not bad, Rurik always felt that he had entered a cave.

It's not the first time for him to come here. Last year, the place where the agreement was signed was here. Can't think of Origen's lack of imagination to put the scene of the league here?

"Why does it feel like a black meeting? It's just a conspiracy, can't he find a place to be open?"

Rurik's complaints weighed down in his heart, and he actually had self-knowledge, because legally, as the successor of the head of the Ross tribe, if it wasn't for Origen's name, he would not have the right to participate in this meeting.

A bonfire was lit on the sandy ground indoors, and the leaders of the tribes sat around the bonfire, among them Origen, whose position was the most noble.

The Rus finally arrived, and their special attire still stood out in the darker room.

Origen raised his head wearing the gold crown with pretense of displeasure: "Otto, maybe I should send an envoy to Gould Island to pick you up in person. You are late."

"I'm late, could it affect the alliance?" Otto bluntly told others, which seemed to be a contradiction between the two leaders.

Origen clicked his tongue the most, looking at Otto with a familiar gesture, sitting on the vacant leather cushion. In the same way, Carlotta and Rurik were also sitting on the prepared cushions.

The visit of the two children instantly caused an uproar.

Like a talker, Olegin stretched out his hands to calm everyone's doubts: "Don't be suspicious, they are Rurik and Carlotta, I just told you. Rurik is the next leader of Rus, and Carlotta is the headwoman of Ostara."

The leader of the Gran tribe, Orke, pouted and shook his head vigorously: "This is ridiculous. The Ostarans have been wiped out by the Danes. If we hadn't evacuated early, we would all have died."

"It's you! Granites!" Carlotta's wound was opened, and she scolded with her fingers stretched out: "You Granites are cowards! We Ostarans resisted at least, we can't defeat them alone. An army of a thousand people, and you! You are not even willing to help, you even slaughter the refugees we evacuated."

This matter is indeed the fault of the Gran people, and the insignificant leaders of the small tribes who also live in the south, who are also part of the fleeing in fear of the enemy, will not talk about it.

Gran leader Oak shrugged: "How about that? We are alive, you are finished."

"No! There are still many people alive in Ostara, our strength is recovering, and I am not dead!"

Rurik was a little speechless. If it wasn't for pulling this angry little girl, she would have rushed over desperately and desperately.

Carlotta was like an irritated little wolf, with a hint of cuteness and hideousness, but he was seen by the Yermalen leader Wenderson.

"I never imagined that a girl could also be the leader. The Ostarans are a powerful tribe, but they have fallen into such a field. This shows that our enemies are very powerful. To defeat them, we must end all disagreements. Really unite." Winderson did justice to Carlotta on behalf of the Yilmalun people.

The old man claimed to be the leader of Yermalen, and Carlota's head buzzed all of a sudden, "My clan! There are still some clansmen who went to your Yermalen, can you give them back to me?"

"You?" Wenderson narrowed his eyes.

"Yes. They are my people."

"No, child, everything has changed." Wenderson shook his head: "My priest did a ceremony, and some women who fled in Ostara have become women of my tribe. They generally have children when they remarried, Sorry, I can't give them back to you. However, I can promise to treat them well."

A sudden hope was dashed, and Carlotta sighed, thinking it wasn't too bad.

Otto looked at the old guy, but there was no impression of him in his mind.

The words of this person revealed a fact - they already knew that the alliance was going to start a war.

Not only the war, but in fact Olegin has already announced the matter of becoming king to the leaders in the absence of the Rus.

So if Olekin is king, will it cause any uproar? Of course not!

Because, each leader can't judge "king" and "alliance leader" at all, where is the difference between the two terms.

As if supporting him as the leader of the alliance, what's wrong with continuing to support him as king? The day is the same after all.

Olegin revealed the war and raised a banner of revenge "for Ostara", and now he is again emphasizing it.

He coughed hard and raised his proud and aging head: "We are going to start a war to avenge the dead Ostarans! I also want to take back control of the Southern River District and our cattle pastures! Clear Gotland and Denmark. But we're mostly just paying the Ostarans!"

Listening to the king's generous remarks, Carlotta was already crying with excitement, but with the previous "beating", she was smart enough to know that she had to depend on the Ross people, especially her man.

Carlota was actually two years older than Rurik, and she would be twelve years old in just over a year, an age at which men and women were grown, according to the usual customs of the tribes. She doesn't have to wait too long, Rurik will be an adult in only two years, and what awaits him is a big marriage, with a great chance to become a mother, and finally the birth of a baby boy will lay the true foundation of Ostara's revival.

Olegin doesn't want to talk nonsense anymore. We can talk about various matters later. At the moment, he must verbally announce a major event in addition to "verbal kingship".

Olegin stood up directly and suddenly drew his beautiful dagger, so that all the other leaders stood up and looked at Origen's excited face.

He raised his sword high up to the roof beam, and he spoke generously: "Brothers! The era of the alliance has ended, and the era of our kingdom has begun. We are no longer an alliance of Swea tribes, but Swea. kingdom!"

Here, Olegin mentions a new word invented by him, namely "Svjariga", which is a compound word, which means "Kingdom of Svia", or "Kingdom of Sweden".

The tribal leaders have no idea about this word. Compared with the name of the previous alliance, this word is obviously more concise, but is there any difference between the two? Isn't he the Mellaren who still holds the greatest power?

But Rurik could hear the meaning of the word.

"Sweden? We are now entering the era of the Kingdom of Sweden? Has the tribal alliance really ended here?" Undisputedly, Rurik knew that standing in this dim longhouse was clearly witnessing a brand new The beginning of an era.

It is this beginning that has nothing to do with splendor and glory, and it doesn't even seem that Olegin's decision to proclaim the king and the so-called statehood can arouse the cheers of the leaders.

Obviously, these things are not as important as the war at all.

Rurik's eyes widened, and his mind instantly thought of the Northern Crusades, the Thirty Years' War, the Great Northern War, and so on. All greatness and glory have a small beginning, and now the various inhabitants of the Svealan Plain around Lake Mälaren, can they imagine that they have the ability to become prosperous and eventually become overwhelming Denmark.

Oh, it was Sweden's first appearance as a kingdom, which must have caused Ross to leave.

Rurik was still staring, and he saw that the other leaders were congratulating "Svjariga" for being a good name, with an obvious conspiracy.

Rurik wanted to fight a lot, and if anyone was the first to destroy the league, it was the Mellarens themselves.

It was Origen, and the Mellarens he represented no longer needed the league. Olegin must be thirsting for kingship, and his successors will further fight for kingship. Is this power, are the Rus going to fight for it?

Forget it! The Rus are not the servants of the Melarens, let alone the vassals of the so-called Swedish kingdom.

Rurik also saw that an alliance leader could declare himself a king and establish a kingdom at will, how could he not do it himself?

"One day, I can declare that I am the king of Rus everywhere, and I can make my own people, Novgorods, Kovins, or some other ethnic group recognize my power. Oh, maybe it is more appropriate to call myself a prince or even the grand duke of all Rus. When I become stronger one day, why don't I call myself Caesar, Augustus? Or some higher-level title."