Harald gently took off his hat and boldly stated his purpose of coming: "I... came to beg for peace."
Otto nodded, of course the other party sent someone. It is not surprising that this is the purpose. The key lies in what conditions the opponent wants to put forward when begging for peace.
He first asked: "Are you a messenger? Who are you, can your words carry weight?"
"I...I am Harald of the Hrolev family. "I... am just a businessman." "Businessman?" Otto pointed at the tent curtain and said deliberately: "There is a head stuck at the door. That is your king." He's dead, where is your new king? Let that guy come over so I can consider your surrender."
Harald was slightly flustered, but also secretly happy. The priests in charge of the altar hope that Harald will serve as the new king and then make peace with the Rus. There is no benefit to being the king in a moment of crisis. The only function is to become a victim.
Harald emphasized again: "I'm just a businessman."
"Businessman? Not necessarily!" Otto twisted his neck, he was already a little impatient. At the same time, the people sitting on the left and right, including Rurik, felt that things were too strange.
"Tell the truth!" Rurik suddenly said, "I can restrain the soldiers. Tell the truth and no one will harm you."
Harald His eyes turned away slightly. A young pretty boy? Does this person speak with great weight?
Just as Harald was about to give in, Otto shouted angrily again: "Speak quickly! Who are you? Or Visby, what is the attitude of your new king?"
"Yes! We..." Harald knew that there was no need to retain information. Visby must be no different from a ruin now. "I am indeed a businessman, and the great king Harald who was killed by you is also a businessman."
"Where is your new king?"
"There is no new king. ! We only have a dozen or so large businessmen, some of whom were killed by you on the battlefield, and some who were forced to row away yesterday were all sunk and killed by your fleet. The people of Visby killed each other in order to rob their property. The streets were littered with corpses, just like the battlefields I passed by."
Is there such a thing? !
Rurik couldn't believe what he heard. If it was true, then the enemies actually killed each other under high pressure and terror?
"Could it be that Visby is now an empty city? You didn't even elect a king." Rurik asked, leaning his head.
"Everything is over!" As he said, Harald pointed to the south: "Some people went there, they will definitely die of hunger and thirst in the woods. The priests also fled, they want Go to the Temple of Odin to take refuge. There are only a few people in Visby who insist on it. They are all old people and young children." Rurik has already heard the clue: "So you. I mean, you are the best in VisbyThe powerful after all? "
"Probably...that's it. ”
“Oh? Are you the new king? "
"No! I'm not a king, I've never thought of it that way, I'm just a businessman. "Harald hurriedly denied it, as if claiming to be a king was a grave sin.
Otto was furious, and he asked: "A businessman? What are you doing here? Are you here to beg for peace? Begging for peace for whom? ”
“It’s my family. "
"Really? I thought you wanted to beg for peace for others, but I didn’t expect that you only care about yourself? "
Listening to this, it seems that the old leader of Ross is very dissatisfied with his words? But now that the matter has come to this, Harald has no intention of changing his mind.
"Why should I care about other people? people? I am a businessman, not a soldier. I have a lot of money, and I give it away, just to buy peace. "
After saying that, Harald immediately ordered his followers to push the box in front of him. He opened the box himself to reveal a pile of silver coins.
"This is one hundred pounds of silver coins. "
Otto narrowed his eyes: "Do you think that just this little money can buy you peace? Our Rus' army killed thousands of your people, our losses were negligible, and we still have an army of three thousand men. Our army can easily occupy Visby, and all the wealth is mine. "
Harald had an idea and hurriedly flattered: "This is just a greeting gift, and it only represents my sincerity in surrender. My family will be of great use to you. When you enter Visby, you must not know where the businessmen hide their money. I basically know all this. You will get the wealth of the entire Visby in a very short period of time. And, great leader of Rus, please look at this woman. "
Things have finally reached the most critical step.
"This is my daughter Aslaqi. Her beauty is like a fairy from Asgard. I give her to you to be your woman. "
Otto was startled suddenly, his eyes wandering around as he looked around. Yes, everyone's eyes were staring at the beauty's face and figure.
"Be mine woman? Haha, I'm too old. Otto waved his hands and shook his head, completely refusing.
Harald was a little flustered: "Then, I am also willing to dedicate it to your son." My daughter has always longed to marry a real warrior. She is already sixteen years old. In the past four years, I have turned down all the marriage proposals from businessmen, just to wait for a real warrior. Russians are real warriors! ”
Such flattering words made the Russian elites present feel happy. Most of them also knew that behind these words was only the security that this person longed for.
Otto was Feeling so happy, he motioned to his son Rurik: "My son, this woman will be your wife..."
It was as if a steel needle had pricked his back, Rurik's head was buzzing After a moment, he stood up hurriedly: "No! This is ridiculous, she is obviously so much older than me. ”
"Oh? Is it just for this reason? You are not twelve years old, and Odin does not want you to break the rules and get married immediately." Otto looked at Harald's trembling eyes with arrogance again: "I forgot to introduce you. It's my only son Rurik, the commander-in-chief of our army. Don't forget that he is just a child. It was he who commanded the decisive battle the day before yesterday and quickly defeated your Gotland army."
Yasi. Lucky has long since given up. She can marry anyone now, as long as she can gain peace in the family through this marriage. Unexpectedly, the Ross leader and his son actually refused one after another. Not only was this unexpected for her, but now she had to accept that the Gotland army was actually defeated by a beautiful boy.
In fact, Rurik also held back his energy and learned the woman's name. He almost laughed when he heard it.
Asug is indeed a Gotlander, shouldn’t she be the wife of the Danish Ragnar? This woman was confirmed to be a real woman because there were only a few records recorded by Frankish historians.
Rurik tentatively believed that the rumored beauty Aslaqi was the woman in front of him. Don’t say it yet! To be fair, she is only sixteen years old and has the figure of an adult, but also has features that are almost childish. Her brows are deep and her chin is a relatively rare tapered shape, which shows that she must have eaten mostly soft food in the past days, and she is indeed a pampered fairy.
After listening to Harald’s report, Riotto had no intention of using violence against the family.
"Aslaki! Your name is Aslaki? Now raise your head and look at me." Otto ordered.
The girl slowly raised her head, sniffed hard, and tried to put on a calm face.
"You desire to marry a warrior? Answer me!"
"Yes! My only condition is that through my marriage, the Rusians will reward my family with security."
"Yes, a woman who talks about love." Otto had always noticed the head of his eldest nephew Arik's head when he saw the beauty, and now he had made up his mind: "In this case, I will give you Promise to my nephew Aric. He was a true warrior, and more than three hundred Gotland warriors died in his wounds! He was favored by Odin, and although he was wounded, he never got sick. The unknown land of the south and the far east. How about such a warrior?"
Otto thought that Aslaki would be very happy, but he really didn't expect it when he heard Ali. When the name was revealed, it was a complete bolt from the blue for the girl.
Even Harald's mouth was trembling. He didn't expect that "Arik the Butcher" was sitting not far from him.
"How are you doing? What are you in a daze? What are you afraid of?" Otto scolded, and immediately ordered Arik, who had been eager to try and was now ecstatic: "Go! Take your woman away now."
"Okay!" Arik responded.
Although there is a Peravina at home who takes care of the baby, and she is indeed the main wife, but tradition also stipulates that an outstanding man can marry multiple wives.Keep a lot of female slaves.
Arik, who had already controlled a large amount of money and had made great achievements in the war, was eager to achieve the most complete conquest of Gotland's enemies. Wouldn't it be nice to have the most beautiful woman in Gotland as your own?
He grabbed Aslaqi's elbow, and unexpectedly the girl was actually struggling, not to mention that the strength of this struggle was much stronger than that of Peravina.
With a warrior's intuition, Arik dared to judge that this woman was not as weak as she seemed! She is definitely a female warrior, but Arik discovered the special characteristics of the two fingers on her right hand.
Covin and Finn archers all wear deer bone thumbs to draw their bows, and use the thumbs to hook the strings.
Russian bow hunters and other tribal archers almost always hook the string with their index and middle fingers.
Aslaqi’s two fingers were unexpectedly thicker.
"Get up!" Arik pulled her up neatly with all his strength.
Otto was a little displeased: "Asraqi, woman from Gotland, isn't my Arik worthy of you? You have no right to bargain here! Be honest! I'm warning you , I don’t care whether you are a fairy from Asgard, but Odin does stand on the standpoint of us Russians. You can refuse, and soon you and your father, and everyone in your family, will have your heads smashed. On the wood."
Harald was also anxious. Although he didn't like the cruelty of "Arik the Butcher", the so-called "Butcher" looked pretty good at this close encounter. Yingwu is at least much better than those businessmen with arrogant faces.
"Aslaqi, don't refuse! He is your man. For the sake of our family, you must..."
In an instant, she followed her father's instructions and gave up. Resisting, he raised his head and allowed Arik to take him away. Immediately afterwards, Aslaqi actually sat next to Arik, becoming a member of many elite forces in the Ross army.
Although there was a situation, Otto felt that he had completed the task well, and his attitude became kind again: "We Russians are reasonable. You give half of your family wealth, and then give your daughter , I will allow your surrender to ensure the safety of your family. Don’t be a Gotlander from now on, just be our Rus. Your family will serve my family and my Rurik from now on.” p>
Is this a security statement? It seems so.
Harald no longer has any nostalgia for Visby. The Ross people have become a powerful force. Looking at the courage of the Ross leader, Harald does not think that this person or even the entire Ross tribe will surrender to the Melalen people.
Of course, making money as a merchant family is the most important thing. Although the daughter was given to the infamous Arik, in exchange for the family's safety and future hope, the daughter's sacrifice was worth it. It was for her that she, as a father, felt really guilty.
Harald and Aslaki, father and daughter, both believed those bad rumors, and this is indeed the case.Rick is a strange man who is so obsessed with revenge that he even wants to chop down the poultry raised by his enemies. But this never meant that he would be cruel to his women.
It is true that he is a cold-blooded man, but only towards his enemies. Now that he has control over the woman who is said to be the most beautiful woman in Gotland, he just wants to complete the wedding ceremony quickly, preferably tonight.
Harald brought exciting information, and Rurik decided to believe this man, that is, Visby had become a decayed empty city.
Military commander Rurik immediately made a decision. The army stopped any repairs. After lunch, the whole army rushed to Visby and had dinner in the city.
The seemingly loose army of Ross began to gather. They quickly buried the last bones of the brothers who died in the battle, and only took the time to eat the dried fish.
When the vast number of warriors thought that there were a large number of cattle, sheep, gold and silver, and even wheat in stock in Visby, their stomachs began to growl uncontrollably.
The Ross army began to form a team. Although the two warrior flag teams had reduced their numbers a lot, the teams lined up in the matrix were still heroic.
The flag teams lined up in formation, and the flag bearers carried the flags of the flag teams and began to move forward at an orderly pace.
Especially the Slavic flag team, with eight hundred spears like a marching forest, their neat pace gave Harald and his entourage a huge shock.
A large number of pack reindeer were pulling carts filled with goods, and some people were pushing and pulling two-wheeled carts loaded with some kind of heavy equipment.
Harald rubbed his eyes hard, and he saw a group of girls and boys. This group of extremely young warriors also lined up in a very neat queue. They either carried bows or a group of soldiers. A bow parallel to the wood, closely following the team in front.
It seems that the Ross people also mobilized all the strength of their tribe. Even the leader of Ross was actually trained as a warrior by his children. For this decisive battle, the Ross people must have been preparing for many years!
And this is only the power of the Russians. Harald's eyes went straight when he saw all this.
Look, it was such a neat army marching through a battlefield full of gray corpses. They seemed to have almost no losses, and there were as many as 900 Danish mercenaries lying on the battlefield.
"The Russians are so powerful. If the Danish army comes for reinforcements, the Danes will be the ones who lose in the end!" Harald no longer dared to think about it, but was busy on his way with his head raised. Leave this horrific battlefield.
As for the future of the family, it all depends on the fate of the Russians.