Rise of Rurik

It's already August, and Hazelby, who was once caught in a war, seems to have finally settled down.

Some people didn't flee too far, and they returned softly when the disaster came to an end. Few people came back, at least it brought some life to the dead city.

The fortress of the Rus shop was breached, and the corpses of the fallen Rus were burnt to ashes. As for the corpses of the dead gangsters, they were either burned or buried, and many were thrown directly into the sea.

Although the war is over, Stad is not sure if any Russ actually escaped through the tunnel. This time he eliminated the biggest leader of the local gang, and the other small leaders also lost a lot in the war, and each one of them became unspeakable turkeys.

He relied on more than 100 brothers to conquer the city on behalf of the King of Denmark, but he really didn't know how to report to the king when the city became a ghost.

The king must be furious!

Stad needs someone to take the blame. The gray wolf Carl, who was killed first, was a very good "blame man". The heads of his man and his brothers were chopped off. Even if they rotted and stinks, they could be considered a gift to the king. an account.

The second is to find the Russ who fled. Whether he can find it or not, he did look for it with the mentality of giving it a try.

The monastery hangs the Frankish Prince Ludwig flag, and some uninformed cavalry suggested: "This large building is most suitable for Tibetans, and we should check it."

"No! Searching here might anger the Franks, and no one would hope that." Stade said so, and his heart was really itchy.

After some psychological struggle, he did not intend to cross the line, so he comforted his subordinates: "The xenophobic Franks regard you and me as hounds, never as their own. Those Frankish priests will never shelter the Rus people who do not believe in their gods. ."

When the waves calmed down a little, the fishermen who had survived in the forest escaped, found their small fishing boats and resumed their fishing operations. They make a living by eating fish for a living and then selling them for daily necessities.

The fish market that had disappeared for a while was reopened, and Stade noticed this pleasant sight. He restrained his subordinates from looting, and instead called for spending money to sell fish.

Everything seems to be moving in the right direction.

Meanwhile, the stocky King Horrick, who had built the new city of Goldfrehagen in the north, finally made the effort to gather his army.

Some of the elite stayed in the city, and he took an army of 1,000 people on 50 dragon-head longboats, drifting southward along the east coast from the northernmost tip of Jutland along the wind from the North Pole.

It wasn't a long journey, or the waves of the sea made everyone bump up and down. They are accustomed to sailing without seasickness, and the fatigue of boats and cars is still quickly destroying the energy of the soldiers.

Until the signs of large human settlements appeared in the cramped fjords, the slumped people raised their heads, and the faces that had endured the wind and suffocated smiled.

King Horrick was in high spirits, holding the bow of the ship with one hand and looking around with his sword drawn in the other.

"Haha! We're finally back in Hazelby. Brothers, let's go!"

After the flagship was ordered to move, all the wingships turned. The entire fleet rushed west, breaking through the fjord in an unstoppable manner, and quickly entered the waterway leading to Hazelby.

Once upon a time, Hazelby was known throughout the Danish world for its commercial prosperity, where one could buy a wide variety of things from far-flung places, among them furs, irons, gems and slaves.

Horrick's capable soldiers have roamed the Frankish Flanders for many years, plundering and exploiting the rich and making them somewhat entangled.

They are eager to buy something useful in this trading city, and their strong curiosity drives a strong desire.

It's just that things are getting worse...

The huge fleet landed in Hezeby, only to have zero-distance contact with the city, and no one thought it could be related to the prosperous city. This is simply a quiet waste city, and there are not a few running figures in sight.

For the time being, Horrick can comfort himself so-called city dwellers who have fled because they are afraid of this army. He took his brothers to the somewhat empty shore and walked straight to the equally empty housing area.

It was at this time that Stade himself raised the raven banner to greet his king.

Seeing this general, Horrick can completely conclude that this is Hazelby, and this general should answer thousands of questions.

Horrick took big strides forward. In the Viking world, this noble man was a rare short man. He took off his iron helmet, and his face was quite unremarkable. It is that this person has already been recognized and supported by the Danish lords, and of course he has paid a great price for this. For example, he may have completely broken with Frank's old master because of this. Everything is impossible, in order to get the highest power in Denmark, Horrick will do anything.

He saw Stad again, looked the general up and down, and asked calmly, "I remember that Hazelby was booming, and now all I see is depression. I also smell blood and stench..."

"Your Majesty is really clever." Stade hurriedly complimented him, and added, "A war has indeed broken out, and a prosperous city has suddenly become like this."

"War? Not necessarily?" Horrick narrowed his eyes and realized that there must be a big secret here, "From what I know about you, it must be that you and your brothers couldn't control your hands and launched the looting of this place. You Too much in Flanders."

"Absolutely not."

"what happened?!"

Stade explained his prepared reasons in a grand manner: "The bandits of Borderlands refused the king's rule, and the hateful Rus, when they learned that the king was taking this place, immediately attacked my army. The bandits attacked the civilians, The Rus attacked me. The whole city was in chaos, I fought desperately, and I saw the bandits and the Rus actually fighting together."

"It sounds interesting, but it doesn't seem to be true." Horrick asked anxiously: "What happened?"

"My people were injured but not killed, and we won to the end."

"Really? That's good. I also heard that there are Russ activities in Hezeby, and all the Danish lords want to attack the Rus for revenge, Stade, you are the new hero of Denmark, and you, my loyal subordinate, Is it right?"

These words directly pierced Stad's heart, as if to imply "I know you have long been willing to stand on your own."

How dare Stade hesitated, he hurriedly nodded and swore, "I am the king's servant."

"Very good. Ah... this city is already abolished..."

"The dead wood may also sprout. Wang, some big local merchants have not left, and many who have fled have not gone far. The merchants all support your rule, and each of them will pay a hundred pounds of silver. The merchants and craftsmen also will be back, and soon the food market will reopen here, and everything will be fine.”

"You are very optimistic, that is, the army I brought can't come in vain, the sealed sword needs new blood, I want to stand up! Since the gang doesn't support me, are there any survivors? I want to chop off some heads to sacrifice to Odin! "

Seeing the opportunity, Stade hurriedly borrowed the donkey: "There are indeed some small gang leaders who surrendered to your majesty, and they must not be sincere."

"Then kill them. I'm going to kill the first wolf, and I can include the wolf cubs."

Horrick's landing is not about killing people because he is an abnormal murderer. Killing is Liwei, priest Odin, showing his faith in Odin to other Danish tribal observers, and venting his anger to the disappointed soldiers.

Five gang leaders were tricked into coming, and they saw Horrick like a pug requesting to join the king's army, but they were bound by ropes.

They were chopped to the stakes one by one by King Horrick, and blood flowed into the altar of Hazelby. Even if the local priest escaped cleanly, the priest Odin would not have to commit too much red tape.

The soldiers cheered and vented their suppressed emotions. Horrick once again declared to the observers that he was indeed a warrior of Odin. Even though a silver cross was still hanging around his neck and hidden in his clothes, the man made preparations with both hands. .

Unable to get supplies in Hazelby, Horrick's people are engaged in the old business of making a living - fishing.

At the beginning of their landing, the few people who stayed behind were indeed greatly feared, and the blatant murder and sacrifice to the gods scared the businessmen who moved back into the house.

With the fermentation of time, the disaster seems to no longer continue, and the big businessman who returned took the money to buy the security promise to King Horrick.

Things also exceeded his expectations. The ten big businessmen in front of him each took out a hundred pounds of silver coins. Although the silver coins were of uneven quality, the total weight was indeed close to a thousand pounds! This is good, he has a solid sum of money to reward the army, and a little money can buy the stability of the army. He also gained a substantial amount of capital for development. Looking at the obedient businessmen, wouldn't they be like a large flock of fat sheep, and wouldn't they cut their wool every year in the future?

Under the appearance of Hazelby's depression, there is still a wealth of substance, and it is the right decision to come here to Sorbon.

Horrick rode to admire the city that had ushered in its master, and Stad got what he wanted to become the Earl of Hazelby, and also a taxpayer. Denmark is a small place, but the internal tribes are very trivial. Horrick himself is temporarily insufficient, and he cannot perfectly rule Hazelby, a city closest to the Franks. He needs a taxpayer to manage it. What's more, he was worried that he would break with Frank, so he couldn't focus the kingdom on the south.

Is the situation better in the north? not good too.

All tribes say that the Rus, who split from the Swedes, has rapidly expanded in strength in recent years, and they are already marine bullies. Horrick did not know about these claims. Considering that his subordinates annihilated a group of Rus, he also showed a group of captured Rus flags, clothes, and even gifted himself a wonderful steel sword of the Rus. He is subjective. It is obvious that the Rus people fighting on land is no better than the elite who have been trained for many years in Frank. As for this sword, it is truly a divine weapon!

The depression in the city was indeed improving, and Horrick was keenly aware of a well-preserved and maverick building in the city.

Is it actually a monastery? !

Seeing the rough wooden cross on the Gothic roof, Horlick's mouth twitched and he clenched the reins to drink to the entourage on horseback: "There's also a Frankish monastery here. Let's go! Let's see who dares Big guys dare to preach here."

The neighing of horses is extremely rare in Hazeby, and it is not surprising to the priests who have seen horses, but hearing the neighing in this depressed city is undoubtedly not nervous.

Eskil knew that Horrick had come, so he organized the priests to avoid them for the time being, especially the two Rus who were sheltered by him.

There was chaos in the monastery, and many people didn't believe that the barbarians dared to ignore the prince's flag hanging at the door and force their way.

How does the still fat blue fox want to go? He decided to stay, stayed by Esquier's side, and said bluntly: "I'm not going! I want to see what the culprit Horrick is, and then tell the face of the murderer of Prince Rurik!"

"Confused! You're fat, and you don't fit in with other priests! If they suspect you and take you away, I can't pull you out."

These words were stopped for Lanhu at once, and he was no longer stubborn and hurried to follow in the footsteps of others to avoid them.

Eskil wasn't sure who it was, but the noise caused by the sound of hoofs on the ground and the neighing of horses outside the wall was very loud. He went with two little priests, who were unpretentious and could not help but stand behind the wooden wall and did not open the door for the time being.

At the same time, King Horrick was also in trouble.

Someone suggested: "Small wooden walls can't stop us. There is always some gold and silver in the monastery, which we can plunder."

Horlick shook his head regretfully, then pointed to the flag hanging on the wall: "Are you blind? You actually forgot the flag of Prince Ludwig? And this one, the flag of the Earl of Hamburg."

The soldier said casually again: "Your Majesty, haven't we broken with those guys? We are free now, why should you fear the Franks any more?"

Horlick immediately turned his head and glared at the nonsense follower, and shouted regretfully: "I don't want to provoke the Franks and cause unnecessary wars, especially Ludwig. If this is the monastery in Prince Lothair's jurisdiction, it will be robbed. Yes, but this is clearly..."

Horlick was too lazy to speak, he beckoned his brothers to dismount and sent someone to call the door.

Esquil was late, and he didn't hear the chatter of the people outside the door. As someone called the door, he respectfully asked in person, explaining his noble status by the way.

"I am the Bishop of the Nordland, appointed by Cardinal Reims, the next Bishop of Bremen, I am St. Eskil. You stand at the door of the monastery sheltered by the Duke of Saxony and Bavaria (referring to Prince Ludwig), Unbelieving savages are not allowed to enter!"

These words were spoken in Frankish, and Horrick could speak Frankish in this place. Saint Eskil? Horlick thought about it and seemed to have heard of this person. He was really a character, but it was amazing to meet him in Hazelby.

How to deal with priests, Horrick has his own way. He ordered his subordinates to stay outside, and his entourage warned cautiously: "Your Majesty, we are all afraid that they are hiding weapons."

"Confused. These priests are the most taboo to use weapons. They don't use knives to eat, only their hands. You all stay outside and are not allowed to enter. I personally meet this man who calls himself a bishop."

Then, Horlick took off his helmet, hurriedly dragged out the cross hiding his clothes, and knocked on the door himself, with a rare soft voice saying in Frankish: "I am Horrick Klarsson, King of Denmark, Gothe Grandson of Frey, and .

Is it really King Horrick of Denmark? Of course, Esquier was more than happy to call this man "the Flanders tyrant", "the false count of Flanders", and even "the prince's loyal dog".

Because vulgar language should not be used, Esquil has long known about this man and his dirty deeds, and now he calls himself "the Lord's servant" how hypocritical and dirty. There is no way, this man has an armoured army, if they anger them, they will be shattered.

The wooden door opened a small crack, and Esquil saw a squat, handsome man with a large beard and a wispy beard, and the silver cross displayed on his chest was polished to a lustrous finish. Is this Horrick? Isn't it a tall warrior? Eskil was very surprised and Horrick continued to speak with a smile: "I am a lost lamb, Saint Eskil, I want to repent. You... must give the lamb a chance to repent."

This is a reason that Eskil can't refuse. He has to bite the bullet and open the door. He must also put on a kind face and look at King Horrick: "My child, come to the confessional. You are the only one. , unless your . . . your followers are willing to convert."

"No. They're all outdoors, I..." Horrick wisely removed all his weapons, including the meat cleaver he carried, and the hidden dagger tucked into his right boot. He then said, "You see, I am indeed religious."

Eskil didn't know what to say. He hoped to finish his official business peacefully and safely according to the traditional procedure, and then finally send this guy out. He could only say: "Come on, the Lord will forgive your sins."