Rise of Rurik

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In order to move quickly, the people who disembarked did not carry heavy chain mail from beginning to end, and only a few of the guards sent by the marquis wore armor.

Although he stopped shooting arrows, the swords were slashing at each other and the spears were poking at each other. Although there were casualties on both sides, it was obvious that the Count had a hard time resisting.

The blue fox's sword was stained with blood again, and the earl watched the fat man who looked harmless to humans and animals two months ago. This time, he seized the opportunity very decisively and stabbed an enemy in the neck. awe.

They have been persevering, and the whole subconsciously moved to the lower reaches of the river to retreat, no one knows when the battle will end.

It was at this critical moment of life and death that there was a dull sound of horns in the distance.

"Damn! The enemy still has reinforcements, am I going to die here?" Earl Robert was instantly discouraged when he heard the sound of the horn. Te felt more and more that this was a conspiracy against himself and Saint Esquier.

The sound of the trumpet seemed to be approaching, and after a moment, I heard a neat sound similar to a group of people playing snare drums.

But seeing those attackers in sackcloth chaotically fighting, on the contrary, they felt fear, and they started to retreat after fighting like mad dogs and rabid dogs.

"Miracle! Lord! A miracle. Did you send an angel to save me?"

Where are there any angels, those who blow the horns rushed out from the right side of the earl's circular array one after another.

It was a group of men with iron helmets on their heads, dressed as the kingdom's army, with brighter blue fabrics. They all use a painted round shield with a blue background and a white crow emblem, as well as a very obvious black cross pattern, which is very different from the triangular mandarin shield commonly used by Frankish warriors. The blue fox feels extra friendly.

The shield coat of arms has actually marked the identity of these people: the raven and the black cross, the converted northern warriors.

The blue fox intuitively felt that these strange appearances looked like Russ or Vikings.

These strange armed men rushed to flee the enemy, and they continued to fight just looking at the dumbfounded Earl Robert. Even so, the earl still asked the soldiers to maintain absolute vigilance, because everything was too bizarre, first a sudden attack and then a chaotic battle, almost at the last moment, the strong reinforcements came just right, all this was too suspicious.

After a while, an old soldier with a gray beard appeared surrounded by a group of Buckler soldiers.

The man stepped into the vigilant people and slowly took off his helmet.

"It's actually you!?" Eskil, who had just recovered his consciousness, was surprised when he saw the man's aging face.

"Saint, stay safe! I know you're in Frankfurt, and I'm sorry to see you in this way."

"You! Harald Clark, King of Denmark!"

"Only Ludwig's vassals! I've heard something in Regensburg and Frankfurt, that you yourself spread some news. You see, look at the corpses, you attract the attention of those people, and I saved you."

Suddenly, an old soldier in armor appeared and spoke in a bad Frankish language, and the blue fox knew that he was not a good person after seeing his face.

Is it the old fool in the forest or the king of Denmark? When the king of Denmark is in Denmark, how can a Danish king emerge from the Danube.

Blue Fox remained silent for the time being, no matter what the background of this person and his subordinates were, they finally solved the crisis.

The blue fox carefully paid attention to Esquil's face, and saw the old guy who had just been scared to pee pushed away the warrior's enclosure and walked towards the white-bearded warrior himself.

"Harald, I didn't expect to see you here. You saved, this must be the Lord's will."

"Maybe. However, I've been following this group of gangsters for half a year."

"Bandit?" The Count of Hamburg paced over, raised his boots and stepped on a dead body, then lifted the sackcloth with his sword to reveal the blood-stained leather armor inside. "It's clearly a soldier.

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"Soldiers indeed. Are you... a nobleman?" asked the whitebearded man.

"A nobleman. I am the Earl of Hamburg."

"It's really strange, if you really are like this, why are you here?"

"I'm curious, are you really Harald Clark? If so, I've seen you years ago, but I've long forgotten your face."

Harald Clark, the deposed and expelled chief of Denmark, was the predecessor of the slain chief Hafgen.

He immediately introduced himself in Norse. Compared with the awkward Frankish, he spoke the Norse language in his hometown the most smoothly.

"I am no longer a king, and the lords refused me to go back. I am Prince Ludwig's subordinate, and I am carrying out the prince's orders. Thank the Lord for letting me meet you. If I come late, you will die."

"It's a gift from the Lord." Esquil hurriedly crossed.

The Earl of Hamburg didn't know what to say, but he was relieved and confirmed that the attacker was indeed prepared.

Having said that, he is a noble in the north, and although Esquil is a saint, he has worked in the north all his life. How can he be attacked by thieves in the Alemanni area and must be killed?

The Earl still couldn't quite believe Harald Clark's words, because it was so coincidental that it seemed like a conspiracy.

The situation finally stabilized, and a large group of soldiers gathered in the forest to rest.

The bodies of as many as forty foes were gathered, and the dead were stripped of their coats to reveal their true faces, and through their buff hair, the blond warriors of Harald Clark could be sure that the dead were not from the North.

Such a large number of dead proved that the battle was premeditated. They left some bows, picked up some arrows on the ground, and even found a special kind of petals - edelweiss that has been dried.

After a great war, reckless warriors fighting led to the loss of many ships and the death of many people, the Earl of Hamburg said that he did not want to go anymore.

Originally, the team was going to look for the shoals on the Danube River to land and camp for the night, and the tired soldiers had to get together with the Norman mercenaries in Harald Clark.

As the contact deepened, the earl's alert quickly disappeared.

Look at those soldiers with special round shields, their shields have the coat of arms of the black cross, and each has a metal or wood cross pendant around his neck.

This army is actually one of the achievements of Saint-Eskil over the past ten years. They were the first Norman warriors to convert. Their existence proved that priests can influence many barbarians with one mouth.

Harald Clark was not in sight. When the bonfire was lit, the old guy approached the Earl of Burger and waited for the wheat in the hoisted Tao Weng to cook, and took the opportunity to inquire about something.

Both armies were allegiance to Prince Ludwig, and both wanted to find out something new.

Harald Clark plunged his sword deep into the soft mud, complaining about his unfortunate past. He lamented that he had lost his Danish crown and was betrayed by his nephew Horrick, and now he can only go to the Frankish nobles as a mercenary.

"I was expelled by those people because of my conversion, I fought for Ludwig, nine years have passed, and I still have no fief. I am old and may die here..."

Harald Clark speaks of the grief of an old warrior, a true bereaved dog, and his trusted warriors are not young either.

However, these fighters are all veteran fighters that have been chopped down in the past ten years. Those who are not skilled are already dead. Even if the power of the guys who are alive to the present has declined, the craftsmanship of killing is exquisite.

The Earl of Hamburg is both awe-inspiring and contemptuous. How can a poor nobleman be respected? Rather, the fact that this man is the deposed former king of Denmark can be exploited.

The earl asked deliberately, "Is it appropriate that you have paid so much for the prince but have not been rewarded? You can ask for it."

"The prince did not reward."

"Maybe……"

"What do you want to say."

"Otherwise, you try to go to the North. Hamburg is the time to hire people."

"Are you wooing me?" Harald Clarke hesitated for a moment, and shook his head after thinking about it: "You forgot me, I still remember you, Robert. You are just an earl, and I must at least be an earl's. Title. I can't be your vassal."

"But I need you, especially your army."

As soon as this statement came out, Harald immediately heard a big problem. He changed his attitude and suddenly asked, "Who are you guarding against?"

"I... I'll talk about this later. Tell me first who the attacker is."

"Alright." Harald sighed regretfully, "It's from Lothair."

"Prince Lotaire?" The count also became vigilant and warned, "You can't talk about this matter."

"It's not a lie. You...why don't you ask me why I brought the army to help you?"

"Why?"

"We were ordered by Ludwig to annihilate this army disguised as gangsters. It's been a year since a special group of gangsters were making trouble in Alemany. They killed merchants, raided villages, and even attacked priests. "

"Ah!? Are they crazy? They dare to kill the Lord's servant."

"They have already sold their souls to Satan," Harald asserted viciously.

"Is it still Lothair's order?" asked the count again.

"I don't know. But I found the irises of Lothair's vassal from the body."

"Cape? They are by the sea, and Cape is also an earl. Why are Cape's people looting here."

"It must be Lothair's order! But they are not just Cape's people, they may be the retinues of many nobles. No one wants to do such dirty deeds by themselves. If all the nobles are hired, then no one will say anything. Who. Now the old king has been released..."

The Earl of Burger and Esquill, who were already in shock, shuddered when they heard the words "the old king is released".

King Louis has been released, but the power of the capital Aachen has long been taken by Lothair. Lothair could not gain the power of the entire kingdom by himself, and the nobles of the kingdom were divided, and each supported the prince he was willing to follow.

Two years ago, Lothair and Ludwig fought in the unclaimed Alemany region. Now the Marquis of Frankfurt is completely guided by Ludwig, which attracts Prince Lothair to do whatever he can.

Harald briefly described these things, saying bluntly: "The battle of the princes has nothing to do with me. For the money, I will kill all Lothair's army operating in Alemane. I have no territory and can only live on commissions, my brother. They are all counting on me. As for you... especially you, Saint Esquier."

Poor Eskill looked blank: "Me? What's the matter."

"If they kill you, it is their victory. The Northern Saint Esquier was killed near Frankfurt, and they can say that Ludwig was the murderer and the Marquis of Frankfurt was the direct assassin."

Eskil was shocked and rarely angry: "I am a servant of the Lord, how can I become a tool for the nobles to fight for power? I want to go to Reims to sue! No! I am going to cross the Alps now, and I will go to Rome to sue the Pope. , to remove Lothair from his teaching."

"But you have no evidence." Harald regretted.

At this moment, the Earl of Hamburg suddenly came back to his senses: "But you have no evidence to accuse Lothair."

"Yes, but there are things that can't be shown even if the truth is known. They simply betrayed their faith for power, and maybe only the Lord will judge them on the final day."

Hearing Harald Clark's description, Eskil remained silent.

The Earl of Hamburg probably understood the situation, and estimated that there were detailed works in the Frankfurt church, or that the entire city of Frankfurt was full of Lothair's eyeliner.

The attacker didn't leave a living hole. It wasn't that the Norman warriors in Harald didn't want to catch him alive, but that the attacker killed his own body when he saw that he was injured and couldn't take it away. He was determined not to reveal his identity.

Harald made it clear to everyone that Prince Ludwig was aware of these situations.

"But there is one more important thing. You... don't know, and neither does the prince. I'm sure the prince would be furious if he knew." The Earl of Burger sold off.

"What is it?" Harald asked.

"Remember Horrick who betrayed you? The man who called himself the Earl of Flanders?"

"My nephew. Damn!"

"That man is incredible now. He returned to Denmark with the army. He is indeed no longer the self-proclaimed earl, and now he is the real king of Denmark."

Harald's mind was a mess, he couldn't believe it was true.

"You're kidding. Denmark doesn't doubt the holy believers, they still believe in Odin, and Horrick can't convince them."

The count smiled bitterly: "I have solid information, and there are many witnesses, especially my frontier viscount has gathered a large number of refugees. They all believe in the Lord, but they were expelled by Horrick. Horrick has betrayed the Lord, Thus became the king of Denmark. The man also destroyed Hazelby Abbey and demanded that the prince recognize him as the king of Denmark. The war in the north has begun."

The amount of information was so great that Harald's head buzzed and he almost fainted. "This is impossible."

"This is the truth." Eskil interrupted with a sullen face: "I must go to Regensburg and give Horrick's own handwriting to the prince."

"There's still a letter? I... want to take a look."

"Yes. Hopefully you can understand Latin."

"Damn, I don't know Latin."

Indeed, Harald Clarke could not read the Latin text, and Saint Eskil disdain to read it himself.

The letter was thrown into the hands of the blue fox, and Eskil did not mention his identity for the time being, but said first: "Joseph will read it to you... No! Translate it into Norse for you."

"He? A fat man?"

"It's me." Blue Fox stabbed an enemy to death in the afternoon, and his spirit was still high. As for Harald Clark, the former Danish king, he was reduced to a mercenary, and naturally he would not give him a good face.

Blue Fox is not an excellent translation master, he tried his best to translate the words and sentences accurately, and finally made Harald understand the fact that Horrick is the king by himself.

"This Horrick! Takes my power! I would rather betray my faith for power. Pity I have to be a mercenary outside." Harald clenched his fists, he was obviously very dissatisfied with the status quo.

The earl took the opportunity to talk: "That's why I need you. I can't give you rich wealth, but I can seal you a piece of land. Even if you are a baron, you have your own territory..."

This seems like a good intention, but it is actually an insult, because he is an old friend of Earl Robert, and Harald has no malicious words against him. Although he has been converted, he still worships the violent warrior culture in his heart, and his arrogant self-esteem does not allow him to be a descendant of Godfrey, the great chief of Denmark, to be reduced to a descended noble serving a poor earl.

Harald hurriedly changed the subject, and the fat translator Joseph caught his attention, and asked, "You are also a Dane. Tell me about the situation over there."

"I'm not Danish." The blue fox held his head high and spoke confidently.

"Oslo? Bergen?"

"Russian."

"Ross? It's actually Ross of Svealan?"

The blue fox secretly ridiculed the poor king who knew nothing about the Northern Division, and said: "Ross is Ross! Ross has nothing to do with Svealan. That Horrick killed many Rus people in Hazelby, he Provoking a war, the Principality of Rus will take the most severe revenge."

The words of a priest bared his teeth like a monster that was going to eat people. Harald couldn't believe it was true, "You? Could it be a false priest."

At least Robert, the Earl of Hamburg, saw this fat man kill with his own eyes. He was at least an ungodly priest. He must have been a Norman warrior like Harald before he converted.

The blue fox shook his head: "I am a priest, and also the messenger of Prince Ross. Horrick is a big threat. The Duchy of Ross wants to ally with Frank, especially Prince Ludwig, to defeat Horrick's Denmark together."

"you?"

"I am the messenger!" Blue Fox simply stood up, "I hope to see the prince himself, and I hope to conclude a covenant."

"Are you asking me for a referral? How much will you give me?"

The blue fox shook his head, if it was a referral, Esquil would help him. He was astonished that this man was asking for a bribe.

The blue fox couldn't see Harald as a despicable king, plus he had to live in a humble position for the past few months, and suffered a lot of discrimination and humiliation, which was impossible before. His hatred was originally on Denmark Horrick, and now part of it has been transferred to various Frankish nobles.

The envoys of the Principality of Rus did not receive the respect and hospitality they deserved, and it was totally unreasonable for a destitute king to demand bribes.

Harald shouted with contempt: "If you don't give us money, then forget it. I know you Ross, a tiny tribe, just sell some leather. You can only gather a thousand people at most."

"Just believe what you know!" Lanhu shut up after saying this.

The Earl of Hamburg believed it to be true, "If the Russ people are like this, then the prince must be disdainful to contact. A thousand people seems to be a lot, but they are still far weaker than the prince."

Eskil said a little bit of justice: "The Rus can muster three thousand men."

However, this explanation was selectively ignored by the Earl and Harald, and their unprovoked arrogance aroused the anger of the blue fox.

Blue Fox chose to shut up, as if by default. It is true that facts speak louder than words, and the hype of the strong-mouthed king is worse than the attack of a large fleet. He cursed secretly in his heart: "When the Ross Navy soldiers come under the city, you will all die."

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